Prologue (1/2)

War.

War had destroyed an era, war has also created a new world.

No one knows when the night were not completely dark.

Under the night, two dots emitting dark and deep red light were floated slowly in the air

The area around these fireflies was full of thickened, dark green color and putrid smell water. Even in the corner which the firefly couldn't s.h.i.+ne, the sewage also emitted a faint green light, illuminated a small area around it. Compared with its unbearable filthiness, the deadly radiation was the most dangerous factor of this ubiquitous sewage.

Inside the small puddle of sewage, all kinds of dirty trash floated or sunk. There were rags, which couldn't figure out original color, rusty metal cans and some rotten carca.s.ses of unknown animals. Sometime, a one - meter long huge rats appeared from nowhere, screamed squeaky, rushed through sewage and disappeared in the dark. It looked like the radiation enough to kill a mature horse didn't have any effect in this huge rat. However, occasionally, a few pieces of meat fell from the body of the rat. If someone observed carefully, they could see that the meat was rotten. From this evidence, it's clear that the huge rat wasn't immune to the radiation.

Two red dots flew a few meters higher, stopped at the top of a sloping steel beam, looked around the world in the dark below. The only thing was reflected from it were frames of buildings, half - collapsed wall, as well as the wreckage of the car which was scattered around.

Under the night, everything in the world emitted a faint green fluorescence.

This kind of place, fifty years ago, it was called the ruins, fifty years after, it was called the city.

The fire was lit suddenly in a near corner. Crazy and hysterical cries intertwined together, quickly rushed to this place.

The red dot was frightened. It quickly spread out four transparent wings, vibrated it rapidly and flew up high. A fire just s.h.i.+ned over, irradiated a huge, larger than one meter beetle, which was flying away.

The man was holding the torch didn't pay any attention to this beetle. He just ran and followed with the crowd in the front of him, and roared like a beast sporadically.

The fire quickly went away, and the beetle returned to hide in the dark. Then, a sharp wind blew suddenly and the giant beetle screamed bitterly. Its sound was sharp like the needle. Its arthropod legs, which were sharp as knives, scratched to the metal and drew some sparks out; its wings vibrated desperately; but the beetle still was being pulled inside the darkness.

Then, corresponding with its scream, is the crack crack chewing sound.

Inside a dark alley, a burst of footsteps suddenly sounded, then an extreme panic woman rushed in. As soon as she entered the alley, she immediately noticed a figure who was leaning on the wall.

The whole body was covered in a black blanket, its head lowered, so no one could see the true face. According to the small size of the body, it looked like an 8 or 9 years old child.

The woman gritted her teeth and rushed to this figure after a few strides. She pushed the swaddling which she was holding tightly in her hand in the blanket wrapped around this body, begged with a cry: ”Please, save her.”

The fluorescence from a puddle under the wall s.h.i.+ned the woman's face. Even the light was very faint, it was clear enough to see that was a very young and beautiful face. Her appearance was about twenty; she had a rare, delicate and white skin in this era. It was beautiful enough to make most women jealous and want to cut some knife on her face. Her neck was also perfect; from the lower jaw, a curve line drew a near-perfect curvature, then extending all the way down. It suddenly raised on her complexion chest, created a deep cleavage. Her clothes were very transparent and only a few b.u.t.tons were b.u.t.toned. Half of her plump b.r.e.a.s.t.s were exposed outside, two seductive bulges could be seen vaguely through her s.h.i.+rt. On her s.h.i.+rt, there was a small stain of water. Probably she just fed her child milk.

She only stopped a second, didn't wait for this person respond, then she suddenly stood up and ran to the depth of the alley. After she ran about ten meters, she uttered a tragic scream that nearly pierced the eardrum. In a hustle and bustle night, this screams spread very far. The frenzied crowd not far from here immediately burst out the shout, which couldn't figure out that is about excitement or joy. Less than a minute, numerous torch illuminated this small alley. A mob created by more than ten thugs wearing ragged clothes; their faces were mixed of cruelty and excitement; rushed into the alley. They were hustling to each other and also chasing to the depths of the alley.

A stout-looking guy wielded his nail bat; his arms rampaged through the crowd, pushed other people in front of him. While chasing, he yelled: ”When we catch that women, I want to taste her first! Who dares to fight with me, I will smash his head!”

Behind him, a lanky middle-aged man laughed noisily. The volume of his authentic mockery wasn't commensurate with his body. ”Come on, Black Duncan! That woman slept with demons! Who knows she has something on her body! Do you dare to poke her? Are you not afraid that your member will rot inside her body when you just insert partially?”

Black Duncan also yelled back: ”That is nonsense, I am able to resist more radiation than you!” However, there was hesitation clearly in his voice.

His hesitation made some people laugh out: ”Black Duncan, who had mounted on even mutated sow, now fears? Is your third leg rotten already? But its size and your body are really disproportionate!”

Black Duncan roared angrily, yelled back: ”I don't f.u.c.king care! Who think theirs are larger, do it! Anyway, I quit!”

Suddenly someone screamed: ”If you don't dare to do it, I will! My old guy already has rotten half! If I can screw a fine-skinned woman like her, even it will rot completely it will be worth!”

The shouting person was a skinny and almost naked old man. Some dirty rags were wrapped around his body. There were numerous rotten wounds on his emaciated body. His head was nearly bald, there were only a few h.o.a.ry hairs on it. He breathed heavily while running; there was a harsh sound came from his chest, which is similar to an old wind box. He just barely kept up with the crowd, but under his belt, his dark stick was as hard as a short and thin iron bar. It stood abruptly on his belly.

The small alley was not too long. Shortly after, dozen thugs rushed out from the other end. When the flickering fire had gone, the darkness, again, dominated this area. In the eyes of these thugs, which were full of violence and p.o.r.nography, the only thing left was the shaking white skin of this woman. They didn't notice that the shade near the corner is a body. Even if they knew that, they wouldn't pay any attention, because it is too similar to a person lying beside radiated sewage and waiting the last moment. These people were everywhere in this era.

Not too far from the alley, the sound of the thugs suddenly became higher, mixed with the tragically scream of a woman. Shortly after, her scream suddenly stopped; probably her mouth was blocked. The thugs' laugh went up higher again and again, and completely submerged woman's voice.

In the dark valley, the body covered in a black blanket suddenly moved. He lowered head slowly lifted; from under the blanket, a swaddling was brought out. Partially of its hand was exposed from the edges of the rags; and its tender outline clearly showed that was a juvenile's hand. However, its skin was extremely bright and smooth. It looked like the skin is s.h.i.+ning, and it is completely out of tune with the environment around. Under the blanket over his lowered head, there was a point of deep jade green color. It was his eyes, which were focused on the infant inside the swaddling.

This infant didn't cry nor cause trouble. A pair of big blue eyes was also looking back at the regiment of deep blue light. This is a little girl, her small nose was straight up high, and her skin was pristine like the highest quality crystal. It was clearly different from other babies affected by radiation in this era; there were a lot of black, blue, gray chunks on their skin. Her lips also had very rare perfect curves. Overall, she was very beautiful, especially for a non-weaned baby.

He blinked his eyes a few times, so the jade green light on the girl's face also flashed. Finally, he stretched out his hand, loosened the tightened swaddling a little, so the baby could hear the sound around, which was the sound of thugs' gasp, as well as the occasional outbreak woman's tragic scream.

That slender, fair-skinned hand and fingers acted like dark clouds in the night, only appeared a split second, and then returned to the blanket.

The baby’s head tilted slightly, her ears shook lightly, collected the sound around, and listened very focus. Now he noticed that there were two separated tips on top of her ears, which made it longer than other normal human ears by a half.

This tyranny and promiscuous feast afar did not last long. With a burst of an extremely disappointed shout, the thugs gradually became calm. Then, a huge flame reached to the sky and an unpleasant smell emanating around with the spread of dense smoke. The raging fire sometime could reached about ten meters in the air. At this time, this fire could even disperse the darkness in the alley for a moment.

Near the puddle of sewage in the alley, nothing was left. The child that had been wrapped in a deep black blanket has disappeared.

The sun rose as usual. The blazing sunlight penetrated the thick gray clouds, and shone on the black and yellow ground. Suddenly, a strong wind blew away a small piece of gray clouds, allowed the sun to s.h.i.+ne down without obstructions. Immediately, all kinds of strange animals on the ground fled away to find the shade. Some of them hid in underground caves to avoid this deadly sunlight. The only thing that didn't fear this sunlight was a tall plant, its pale stem was full of half meter long spikes. Every time the sunlight came down, it twisted its stems, in order to get as much sunlight as possible. Then it grew crazily with a speed could be noticed by bare eyes.

Bang, Bang! Waves of loud sound broke the quiet morning. A nearly 50 age old man, while knocking the ground very hard by an empty iron pipe, yelled around with a hoa.r.s.e voice:  ”Work! Wake up, you b.a.s.t.a.r.ds! Let the old Hans see how many lucky people left today!”

Hundreds people immediately jumped out from the surrounded ground, then rushed to him. But when they were five meters away from him, they stopped automatically. It looked like there was an invisible barrier that didn't allow them to move a single step ahead. In the hustle, some greenhorns who didn't know the situation was still pus.h.i.+ng ahead. Several brawny guys around immediately scolded: ”New people stay behind! Squeeze for what?” The new people didn't have any time to react. They immediately ate some heavy punches; their bodies involuntarily fell to the ground. People around instantly added their fists and kicks without any sympathy. After a while, the group of brawny people threw these greenhorns, which were beaten to nearly death, out e of the crowd, and also bitterly spat a few mouthfuls of sputum on them.

Old Hans, who had been used to see these atrocities, just shrugged indifferently. He wore a leather jacket which was completely lost its l.u.s.ter; inside was a piece of crimson dark red plaid s.h.i.+rt. On his lower body, there was an oily jean and a pair of military boots. Compared with the group of refugees around, who was wearing like the beggars, Old Hans was simply a king, and he was indeed arrogant as a real king. A silver badge was pinned on his chest. The background of the badge was a city afar, and at a middle, there was a hostile tank. In the suns.h.i.+ne, this badge shone quickly and became very appealing. There were almost 100 pairs of eyes focused on the badge. Among them, there was fear, there was respect, but most of them were the greedy eyes of a starved wolf seeing the meat.

Faced with hundreds of wild wolves, Old Hans didn't show the slightest fear. He stood behind a table made from angle iron, and took out some food cans, which their brands couldn't be seen from the wooden chest behind. He threw it heavily on the table, and yelled out with all his might: ”Old laws! One hundred kilograms of ore for five cents! Price of food is similar to yesterday! You b.a.s.t.a.r.ds are very lucky, today I have some food cans! Let's see who from you can take it! Line up, no squeeze, one by one!”

These refugees had already known the laws in here. They lined up and went to the front of iron table, one by one. Old Hans was like a butcher picking animal, he glanced at their physique, skin and face, then said: ”You can, go there!” or ”You cannot!”

The greenhorn refugees, who got approval from Old Hans, instantly ran to the pile of tools, picked up a metal pickax and a back basket, then rushed to the mine one hundred meters far way. They feared that if they acted a little slowly, Old Hans would treat them as useless, and said these terrible words ”You cannot!” The experienced ones, in contrast, walked very slowly, like they were in their own courtyard. They knew that they had to work whole day long in the mine, and wasting stamina on the road was not a smart idea.

”Why am I not chosen!” A thunderous roar pulled back everyone's attention. An approximately 190 cm (6'3”) height black man, which looked like a black bear, slammed the iron table and yelled to Old Hans.

Old Hans pulled out a clean handkerchief and slowly wiped out the saliva sprayed in his face. He pointed to an ulcer big as a cup on his black chest, and calmly talked: ”You are sick! If I let you go to the mine, you will spread the disease to my strong mules. After that, who will work for me?”

”I can work! I want to eat, I also have to feed three children!” That black guy didn't pay any attention to Old Hans' word, he just kept slamming the table noisily and yelling non-stop.

Old Hans knitted his eyebrows, managed his thick beard and secretly gave a hand signal to behind. Just one bang and black guy's voice stopped. He was staggered to see a huge wound on his chest; his voice was stuck at his throat and he couldn't say anything.

Behind Old Hans' back, a bald brawny man pulled again the trigger of his double-barrel shotgun. Another loud bang, and hundreds of metal sands. .h.i.t this black guy's chest, doubled the size of his wound and thoroughly penetrated his generous chest. This bald brawny guy wore a horrendous wrinkly black suit, which also had some big holes. This suit was clearly a relic of a few hundred years ago. There were total three brawny guys like him behind Old Hans' back.

After cleaning everything on his face, Old Hans told back to the air, like that black man still was here: ”One more thing, n.i.g.g.a, your saliva is so f.u.c.king stinky!”

There were more than one hundred refugees didn't come to the mine. The greed decreased and the fear increased noticeably in their eyes. Some of them came to pull the corpse of that black guy and throw it a few hundred meters far away. Shortly after, Rotten Wolves and Vultures, who could track to the scent of blood, would come and eat his corpse completely, even his bone would not been left.

The line before iron table shortened quickly. Before the sun rose completely, most of the refugees had gone to the mine already. People who wasn't chosen went to the town to gamble their luck.

”Number of sick mules are increasing, this month's quota might be tough.” Old Hans groaned, then stood up and twisted his sore back. When he was stretching his lazy waist half way, his action stopped immediately. He pressed his hands on iron table, then leaned his body to the front, and looked at the child who only higher than this table a little.

This child was wrapped in a very dirty blanket, which its original color couldn't be recognized. Its face, his arms, every exposed outside part of its body was wrapped with dense cloth. Only the left eye was revealed, and this child was looking for Hans silently.  This child looked like an eight - nine years old kid, but Hans didn't know that child was a male or female.

Usually, Old Hans would never waste any effort in this kind of clearly unqualified refugee. He didn't operate a charity organization. However, perhaps the b.l.o.o.d.y situation before softening his heart a little, perhaps the concern of labor lacking in this month, or perhaps the eyes of this kid; anyway, he just hesitated a little, then asked this kid: ”Do you also want to work?”

The kid nodded his head.

”Alright! But first, tell me are you male or female?” Old Hans asked.

”Male.” Finally, this kid opened his mouth. Compare to the kid at his same age, his voice was low, but it also had an unusual and indescribable enigmatic attraction.

”Good job, little boy, go there and take the tools. Similar to others, dug out one hundred kilograms of ore then you can get five cents. This is your greatest favor. Wearing like that, did you get sick already?  Good, don't worry, at least there isn't any stinky scent on your body, and Old Hans' nose is very accurate. Go to work, finish it early, then you can fill your stomach early. When you couldn't work anymore, find Lame Peter, he will tell you how much money you earned, as well as how many foods you can exchange.”

In the nagging of Old Hans, this little boy carried a higher than himself pickaxe and wore a back basket that almost touched the ground, then gradually disappeared into the depth of the mine.

When his body finally faded away, Old Hans shook his head heavily. Suddenly he turned his head, asked the brawny man in the black suit behind him: ”Am I too wordy today?”

In front of this neurotic old man, even the man in black, who was st.u.r.dy as a bull, had to take a step back, then hurry shook his hand firmly.

Old Hans dry laughed twice, then talked: ”You are very smart, that's why I let you be the chief of the guards. But you should know that at this place, I am the sole official agent of the company. Today I can let you kill the refugee in an instant like you kill a dog, but I also can turn you into the same dog as them in tomorrow. You should also know that I am quite old, and old man usually has some eccentric characteristics. You only need to fulfill your own thing, is it clear?”

”Understood, Mr. Hans!”

”You should call me Your Excellency Hans!”

”Understood, Your Excellency Hans!”

Old Hans, humming a song from an unknown place, walked into a flat room made from corrugated steel and iron nails. Even in the town few kilometers away, this kind of room which could protect the user from wind and rains completely would be treated as a luxury house.

The sunset came very quickly. The Rotten Wolves, who had slept a whole day in starve, started waves of howl. Then they began to wander around, try to find some prey to fill their stomach.

In the squeaking sound, Old Hans pushed the metal door of the flat room, walked out and squinted at the sunset. After a long nap, he felt much better. Not too far away, the mine was empty. Workers had left and took their ration and returned to their living places already. When the sun went pa.s.s the horizon, longer than one meter Violent Gopher would appear in the complex underground tunnels. With the combination of their powerful jaws and their sharp and solid incisors, they could break two centimeters thick iron bar easily by one bite. Even the hardest rock was nothing in front of them. Luckily, when the sun rise, Violent Gopher would hide in the deep underground and slept in there, so these miners still had half of a day for mining ore.

At the same time the sun disappeared completely, a small figure appeared at the entrance of the cave. The little boys, while carrying a basket of ore as high as himself, tottered out.

Old Han's eyelid jumped a few times, but his face didn't show any change. He looked at that child dragged the basket of ore on his back to the scale, then put near the huge heap of ore and finally took the record from the foreman. He walked very slowly to Old Han's room. The rags wrapped on his body was stained with red, yellow and miscellaneous blue from the mine dust.

Looking at the little boy, Old Hans walked to behind of his flat room. At this place, there was a big shed, next to the steal room. Lame Peter, who didn't have a half of his leg, struggled to move his over one hundred kilogram body. He yelled: ”Come here, little boy!”

The little boy came to the shed, handed the report over. Lame Peter took a glance, then blew a whistle and told: ”Not bad, little boy! You had done more than most adults! Come here, this is the list, what do you want to change? Do know recognize these words? You know it? That's good, even me could only recognize half of the words on this list. Hey, don't look at this side, you couldn't exchange the items on the top side yet. Here, looking down from this line.”

Peter used his rough finger to draw a line across the long list. The boy looked to the list; his eye stopped at the ”drinking water” column, then looked up all the way until his sight was blocked by Peter's rough finger.

”This is it.” The boys used his fully wrapped finger to point to the list.

Peter called out at once: ”Ah ha, rank 3 drinking water. Little boy, you must be a n.o.ble, right? I heard that the body of the n.o.bles is too tender, so they could only drink pure water. Yeah, that is it, that kind of water without any impurities, without any radiation!”

”This is it.” The boy still pointed to the list. His voice didn't have any fluctuation. Many people would have some doubts that whether it was an artificial voice.

Peter shrugged, took out a can of beverage from the bunch of wooden boxes behind. He threw it to the boy: ”Here you are! Rank 3 drinking water, luxury kid.”

Little boy carefully hid the beverage can inside his blanket, then turned over. Saw that, Lame Peter scratched his head, then took out a moldy bread, which was hard as an ore and big as a fist, then gave it to the little boy: ”Hey little brat, mining requires a lot of stamina, you can't eat nothing. Take this, brat. Remember that you owe Lame Peter five cents. I will reduce it from your earning tomorrow!”

Little boy received that bread, hid it carefully in his blanket again, then bowed deeply to Lame Peter. After that, he walked into the darkness.

In the Wilderness covered by darkness, dozens of wolf-like eyes were watching over him. Whispering sounded another after another.

”That little brat today worked very well, should we pay him a visit? I wonder what kind he exchanged. Perhaps it was half of a bread.”

”I bet that inside his blanket is a huge piece of roasted Violent Gopher!”

Nearby them, a lazy and cruel voice took over the thread. ”Hey, greenhorns! Do you know the rule of the land of Old Hans? In his area, no one is allowed to rob the exchanged item.”

The previous sound appeared again, clearly showed its owner's disobedience. ”Old Hans? What could he do? I can beat tens old man like that at once!”

The lazy man laughed: ”Just by you? Even licking his a.s.s, you are not qualified!”

The greenhorn, who was just criticized, still wasn't convinced. He didn't know that lazy man didn't have so much tolerance. While he was going to argue, that man blew a whistle and yelled loudly: ”Boys, kill that trouble maker then feed Rotten Wolves by his corpse!”

More than ten people listened to his call, gathered together.

After a short scream, the Wilderness returned to silence. Everyone tried to sleep as much as they can, so tomorrow they could bring out more ore.

In the warehouse, Lame Peter couldn't see this boy's body anymore. He pulled some hairs from his almost bald head, and muttered: ”Where do he want to go? If he would be eaten by rotten wolf, my five cents would have been a waste. Hey, Old Hans, tell me, my five cents wouldn't become a waste, right?”

Old Hans, who was lending on the warehouse's wall, said: ”G.o.d knows.”

Lame Peter tried to stand up with all of his mind, and began keeping up the records list and the food on the operating table. His remaining thigh was strong enough to support a 100 kilograms body. Lame Peter could walk inside the warehouse without a stick. When he picked up the last record of the little boy, he just wanted to throw it away easily. But, it looked like he remembered something; he looked it again, then muttered: ”Level 3 drinking water. I don't know why he wants this. The radiation in the mine is stronger than that of sewage multiple times; and it couldn't be cured easily by drinking a little pure water.”

Old Hans took away the paper from Peter's hand, took a glance, then crumpled it and threw it into the fire hole outside the warehouse.

He coughed a few times, spit out a thick sputum, then said: ”Peter, go back and tell to Mad Dog Milde, from tomorrow, reduce the quota for every basket of this boy by 10 kilograms. If he can endure for a whole month, give him the full amount of weight.”

Peter said: ”This seems a bit against the rules.”

”He is raising a child.” Old Hans lit a cigarette, which only remained a half; his sound seemed a little heavy.

Peter looked up in surprise, said: ”What? How old he is? Why does he raise a kid?”

Old Hans breathed out a ring of smoke, said: ”For every child under three years old, if they can drink water without radiation and eat clean food, yes, d.a.m.n it, if they can consume level three food and drinking water continuously, they will not mutate, even when they become mature!”

Peter knitted his eyebrow, and said: ”Oh my G.o.d! I supposed that everyone will have to mutate! But how could you know that?”

Old Hans responded calmly: ”Because I also raised children.”

Peter amazed: ”You have never told me about that! How old is he? May be he is twenty already. Please, G.o.d bless him, don't let him be ugly as you.”

Old Hans smiled: ”At this time, I was very poor. I couldn't earn enough clean food and water for him. He encountered mutation when he was five. He couldn't make it.”

Peter didn't know what he should say. After a long silence, he said: ”Sorry, old man. I shouldn't mention it, you know… Oh, until now, I've never met a woman who could give birth, I didn't have a change to raise a kid.”

Old Hans took a deep breath of smoking. He saw the sky night outside of the warehouse, said: ”Bro, you don't need to say sorry with me. This year, if it wasn't you, I would become the food for Rotten Wolves already. I also wouldn't become company official agent.”

Peter picked up a 50 kilogram supply box from the ground, used his remaining leg as a pivot, jumped one step and put it gently on the highest shelf. He scratched his head again, then said: ”Actually, I didn't want to save you, but you know, at this time I was an expert in Fighting Domain. My ability to Strengthen Defense was upgraded to level 2; that wolf leader couldn't kill me casually. But you was not. For an expert in Magic Domain coward like you, one bite is enough.”

Old Hans gave the half of the cigarette, which was almost burned out to Peter, said: ”Bro, go to sleep. It is too late already, there aren't any woman would come to this place.”

Peter inhaled the smoke deeply, then held the breath in the lung until he couldn't bear it anymore. Old Hans had returned to his room already. Peter only heard a loud bang sound; he knew that mean Han threw himself to the bed already. Lame Peter pulled out a green box from under the operating table. He carefully took out from this box a rotten magazine, which could be scattered at any time. Through the light of the bonfire, he turned it page by page; his breath became more heavily.

The cover of this magazine suddenly fell off on the ground. The hot and s.e.xy woman on the cover, due to the age of this magazine, became a bit blurred. However, it was still easy to see the t.i.tle on it - PLAYBOY. Under the cover, a small line of text revealed the publication date of this magazine: February 1982.

No matter how many new arrivals came to the Wilderness, and regardless how many people disappear inexplicably, the sun always rose.

The little boy was similar to yesterday. He came when everyone had gone to the mine, came out when the sun hid under the horizon. The amount of ore that he dug out was also as much as yesterday; the exchanged item was similar, too. The only thing changed was his debt; from five to ten.

One month later, perhaps that boy got enough food, or perhaps his strength increased; his earning increased every day, and his debt also decreased gradually.

Life in the Wilderness is monotonous and repet.i.tive. One year pa.s.sed.

In this era, being able to live a monotonous and repet.i.tive life was a rare happiness. In this kind of life, people hadn't to s.n.a.t.c.h food against Rotten Wolves; they also had low radiation food and water. Was there anything else to expect? About boring, it was an extravagant topic, only the lunatic people would occasionally think about it.

In the beginning, there were some greenhorns refugee want to steal food from the boy, but his full-wrapped body scared them. In this era, there were at least dozens highly contagious diseases; which no medicine could cure. These diseases had a same characteristic, it was decaying. Many people tried to guest, under these wrapping, how much his body had been rotten. They also bet how long he could live, counted by days. But when the deadline of the most daring gamblers had pa.s.sed, there were four greenhorns, who were both courageous and stupid enough to following him in the night. Three of them never appeared again, while the last one also lost the track of the boy. In the dawn of the next day, the refugees found that guy was hanged, upside down, on the wooden pillar in front of the house of Old Hans. The guard in black suit, used his double-barrel shotgun, fired full ten rounds toward him, but didn't let him die. In terms of how to torture people, the black suit guard absolutely had talent.