Chapter 121 (1/2)

Manolo has a deep hatred for the slums. This anger burns his heart like a flame all the time. The will of revenge has firmly rooted in his mind. This is a hatred that can't be washed for a thousand or ten thousand years. This is a soul that can be comforted only by blood.

Since the moment he stood on this land again, he never smiled again. The happy and happy Manolo in the past has died. What survived is only the man's body and his will to revenge. With a dagger, he carved an oath on his body, an oath of revenge.

Since the collapse of the world economic system, unprecedented riots have swept the city, and deeper darkness has enveloped everyone's head and covered the sky. An incompetent and corrupt government, officials who collude with evil, and even the police and soldiers participate in a deformed society.

Manolo has a deep hatred for this. Although he was once one of them, a policeman, he is submissive in his actual work, collecting black money from local evil forces and providing convenience for them. Only when he returns home can he get a little precious from his family, which is regarded as the warmth of his life by Manolo.

Family is the best word in his life, and his daughter is his angel more precious than his life.

Whenever I get home, I hear my daughter's tender call and hug her small and soft body. Manolo puts some of her daughter's favorite gifts in front of her and listens to her happy laughter, which is enough to wash away the fatigue of the day, the depression of being abused by her boss and the uneasiness against conscience. In such laughter, it seems so insignificant.

At that time, unlike his other colleagues, he wasted his time and a small salary on bars and women as soon as he got off work. Manolo looks forward to going home and returning to his wife and daughter every day. Even if he is excluded by his colleagues and ridiculed by his boss, he feels that every breath of air he breathes is happy.

Whenever he recalls these, Manolo's empty heart is as painful as a burning fire. His soul seems to be suffering in an oil pan. Every moment of past happiness is the deepest pain for him now. He is infatuated with this happiness and is willing to bear this heartbreaking pain!

Because only in this way can he feel a little sense of existence in his empty heart.

In order to maintain a little warmth in the depths of the soul, and then a deeper pain.

He tortured himself repeatedly like taking drugs, completely ignoring the torture that destroyed his happiness and tortured his soul. The more his heart hurts, the more tenacious he is. This tenacity makes him invincible.

It is precisely because of the comfort of his family that Manolo, compared with his colleagues, still maintains a conscience. What a dangerous sin it is to maintain a little conscience in a sinful and rotten world!

Because if you don't dissolve in darkness, it will devour you!

Soon, during a routine inspection, Manolo found a group of child prostitutes. These girls were obviously forced, which brought Manolo unimaginable impact. He took over the cash stuffed by the snake head. It was very rich, enough to be 500 dollars, which was his salary for half a year. He also knew what a terrible threat behind these crimes.

On the way back, Manolo couldn't forget that these girls as old as his daughter looked forward deeply and looked desperate when he received the cash. He turned around and went back there to kill the snake head who was trading.

The hero became a sinner. When Manolo was disgraced and fled home from prison, he could only cry with his daughter's trampled body!

On that day, he melted hatred into bone and blood. He swore with his whole soul that he would pull all murderers into hell together!

Manolo kissed the cross around his neck. He was a Catholic. He prayed that his wife and daughter could rest in heaven, but he himself was willing to step into hell.

”Noah, Ella! The time for revenge has come! This time, it is not to drag our enemies to hell, but to drag all these, those who threaten you and harm you, all these injustice and darkness into hell together, so that these people's blood can be spread all over Sao Paulo.”

”This crime of reversing black and white, this hell in the world, the deep crime comes from everything here, the dignified officials, the corrupt government, the foolish people, and the once numb me! All will turn into ashes in the fire, and I will let those gangsters and drug dealers pay the price of bleeding, and the blood debt will be repaid with blood!”

Manolo pulled off the cross around his neck and hung the medal of sickle and hammer on his chest. Behind him were the waiting Apocalypse Tanks. Above their heads, the party flag was flying high on the Kirov airship. Manolo climbed onto the electromagnetic mobile exoskeleton armor. Sao Paulo was right in front of them, but they were still waiting for a signal, a signal to launch an attack.

The whole city of Sao Paulo, all the radio stations and stereos suddenly fell silent.

Just as people looked at the sky, alleys and radio suspiciously, a prelude to pembai suddenly sounded.

”Get up, hungry and cold slaves! Get up, people suffering all over the world! The blood is boiling, and we want to fight for the truth! The old world is falling, slaves, get up! Get up! Don't say we have nothing, we want to be the masters of the world. This is the last struggle. Unite, and interlaire will realize it tomorrow!...”