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If this request were placed a few hours ago, the young man would leave the room like a servant, even if he didn't want it in his heart.

But everything is different now. He did not leave immediately, but looked at his father, Mr. Simon, "You plan to leave..."

"I heard what the butler said, you are selling everything here."

"The things in the factories, shops, warehouses and warehouses, you dismissed all the workers, including the house under our feet, are also in your plan to sell!" The boy's voice was not so loud, but it was like a thunder in Simon Mr.'s heart.

These things he did were exposed, and he was a little panicked, "No, that's not true!"

For the first time, the young man did not lower his head to remain silent, but looked directly at the man who was a little panicked during his interrogation. He felt that this man was not as strong as he thought.

"You are actually ready to leave. As long as someone can take over these assets, you will leave here. You didn't even plan to take my mother and me away. You plan to leave us here and give nothing. We stay!"

He had guessed the most real situation, but Mr. Simon's emotions stabilized. In this kind of relationship he is more familiar with, he quickly found his place.

"These are not things you should understand, understand? I repeat, now I ask you to leave here immediately, immediately!" He pointed to the door, the majesty of being a father, the majesty of being the ruler of the family began again Diffuse.

The young man began to feel the changes in his heart like the process from disappointment to despair he had experienced countless times. Little by little, he felt that he was swallowed by darkness.

His expression is a bit painful, and he wants to squeeze some smiles, but these smiles are not very good-looking, "We can leave and go together, the three of us, go wherever you want, go to the country you come from, but you didn’t go. Regardless of the country we have lived in, we are a family and should live together..."

"Tell me, you plan to take us with you..."

He shouted loudly, but Mr. Simon was still silent. He pursed his mouth, his lips lost their blood color, just as his current emotions were pale and nervous.

He never admits that this skin tone is heavier, and that someone like his mother is more of his own. At the same time, he also knows that this is actually a fact, but he just doesn't want to admit it.

The longer he stayed here, the more he missed his cheated wife and his son who would use the word "daddy" to denote closeness except when writing a letter asking for money. The mother and son here are nothing but a prop for him to integrate into the local society. Vase, and a hybrid.

With a trace of unhappiness and hatred in the stranger's eyes, the young man was completely desperate. He did not leave the room, but walked to the sofa and sat down. He grabbed his hair fiercely with both hands and fell into a kind of mania.

"Why, if you don't like me, don't like your mother, why do you want to marry her and give birth to me?", he questioned Mr. Simon.

He had had this kind of conjecture before, but he always told himself that it was all his wild thoughts, how could anyone not love his children.

He even found some excuses for Mr. Simon. For example, he expressed his love in a different way. For example, he was actually paying attention to himself in secret...

He tried to deceive himself and convince himself that the lie he made up was the truth of the world, but it seemed that he had failed.

Mr. Simon seemed to look away at this moment, and his voice was also indifferent, "Because if I didn't have a son like you, some locals would not want to do business with me."

"I know what they think. They think you will be my successor and inherit everything from me. They think you are also a Nagalil..." Mr. Simon paused, he seemed to think of something, but Emotions gave him no chance to think, "You are indeed a Nagalil!"

A strange smile appeared on his face, "And I, I am not from Nagalil, and my son shouldn't be from Nagalil either."

"You’re right. I didn’t **** treat you as my child from the beginning, and I didn’t intend to take you away. I can’t stand you. Now that your use value is gone, I don’t even think of you. Will take you away!"

"How about, I have told you everything you want to know, are you satisfied now, are you satisfied with this answer?"

"If you are satisfied, get out of my room, and I will be angry when I see you now!"

The young man slowly raised his head in tears, the muscles on his face sometimes twitched uncontrollably, plus those tears and some nasal mucus, which honestly didn't look good.

"So, you never loved me, did you?", he asked, this is the last question.

Mr. Simon hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "Never."

"I always thought that you didn't like me because I didn't do well enough, even if I knew I was lying to myself."

"You refused the last chance, please allow me... to call you papa (dad)..."

Papa is a kinder name for father in the localization of Nagalil. The names such as father and mother are too written. In real life, there are not many people who speak this way. In addition to the family environment and the education they receive, they must In addition to doing this, most of the time, people actually still use this more humane title to address their parents.

Just as Mr. Simon was a little surprised, the young man grabbed the shotgun on the sofa and raised it. Mr. Simon's expression was a little weird and even a little disappointed.

"You can’t shoot, and you don’t dare to do that. I’ll leave some money for you and your mother so that you can live a good life. Now stop saying those unpleasant things, and then put down the gun. in the room……"

Bang!

The whole world seemed to be occupied by this huge sound. Mr. Simon looked at the fire in front of him and he thought of the time he had just arrived here.

Prayton is a very good hunter, and he also likes hunting. At that time, Mr. Simon had no choice but to come to him, but fortunately he had successful experience in the past, which made him somewhat of a little bit in his own country. Connections.

Playton took a fancy to Mr. Simon. He is not a garbage collector, he puts everything in his pocket, and he only wants those worthy people to serve him.

In order to please Preton, Mr. Simon asked someone to get some good shotguns to offer to Preton.

These shotguns may not be able to play a good role on the frontal battlefield, but they have excellent performance in hunting.

Bigger caliber, faster speed, more terrifying tearing power, he still remembers that the maker of this shotgun was very proud to tell him when he delivered these shotguns, even if he was facing a crazy big The elephant does not need to panic.

Just spread your feet slightly in tandem, stabilize your body's center of gravity, put the **** of the rifle on your shoulder, aim at the elephant's head, and pull the trigger.

After a bang, the crazy elephant will fall to the ground like a rag doll, and can no longer threaten anything.

He fell backwards, slowly falling, he saw the blood drop in the air slowly falling, the blood is not as bright as people think, a little dull.

He saw some bone fragments and was surprised to see another eyeball. The nerve of that eyeball was flying slowly in the air along with a muscle. He could even see infinite fear in that eye, and Reflection of myself.

A poor worm with half of his head gone!

With a bang, Mr. Simon lay on the ground, his body twitching subconsciously, and after only a few twitches, he stopped, and blood poured down his head.

The young man who was overturned by the huge recoil stood up again, and the door of the room was knocked open. The butler and the young man rushed in. They saw Mr. Simon on the ground at a glance.

Compared with the surprised expression on the young man's face, the butler with a heavy expression took out the cushion from the coffee table and covered the missing half of Mr. Simon's head.

The blood quickly dyed the white cloth red, and the young man wiped away the tears from his face. He looked at Mr. Simon, who had lost his vital signs lying on the ground, and his heart was very complicated.

He once thought it was a mountain that he couldn't cross. At this moment, when he collapsed in front of him, human life was really fragile.

He doesn't know how to describe how he feels at this time, all kinds of emotions are tumbling, but compared to these, he still has some new work to do.

"Next, what should I do?" The young man looked at the young man, "I have shown my sincerity,"

The young man nodded and seemed to agree very much, "Leave everything to me. From this moment on, you, your family, and your property will all be protected and taken care of by the Nagalil Youth Party. !"

Not long after, there were occasional gunshots around, but it soon calmed down.

The riots spread to this place from other places, and some people are also eyeing Mr. Simon's house. After all, among the foreigners here, everyone has a common understanding.

But just as they were about to break into Mr. Simon’s house, they saw a corpse on the lawn with the head covered. Several young people were talking loudly. Probably a mob sneaked in and killed Mr. Simon. some type of.

At the same time, they also told others that Mr. Simon’s child, a Nagalil teenager, would inherit Mr. Simon’s property and wealth, and he was also a member of the Nagalil Youth Party~lightnovelpub.net~ if If you don't want to cause trouble, if you don't want to cause trouble to your family, it is best not to set foot in this yard!

The influence and reputation of the Nagalil Al-Shabaab are actually insufficient, but they have guns in their hands. At this time, guns have become the most convincing thing for others.

People remember the dead Mr. Simon, remember the Al-Shabaab and the weapons in the hands of Al-Shabaab.

They expressed fear and left here.

Sitting in the living room facing his mother who didn't seem very sad, the young man stared at the sky outside the window in a daze.

He doesn't know whether this decision is right or wrong, but at least, he is fighting for the opportunity.

The opportunity to take control of your own destiny.

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