Determination is something that rarely comes out of nowhere if it's not pushed.
The shot at the newspaper head last night had made these kids from all over the place realize that the situation was getting out of hand.
In the past, no matter what they did, the head of the newspaper would at most hang them up and beat them, or starve them for a day or two, after all, no matter how they are also the orphanage or the poor family sent to "work" children, the head of the newspaper are not too dare to lay down too heavy hands.
But yesterday, the newspaper head shot one of them, and the bullet went into the thigh, and instead of sending the kid to the hospital, the newspaper head randomly found a piece of wire and pulled out the slug.
The bleeding stopped, but since the second half of the night that child has been running a fever, which has been going on all day today, and has not recovered yet, but is getting worse.
The kids in the dormitory all thought that he had to be sent to the hospital, but they didn't have any money, and the money that they had saved up was less than five hundred dollars, which was definitely not enough to pay for the treatment.
A few of the oldest kids in the dormitory, in the face of such a situation, finally bred a hint of murderous intent.
"He seems to have gotten into trouble ...," one of the children adorned behind the newspaper head lowered his voice and talked to his companion beside him, these children may not be more childish than those who have just entered the society of the adults, but instead, they will be more mature than those who are mature, or treacherous.
Judging by the panicked look on the newscaster's face and the fact that he didn't go into the dormitory with a whip looking for pleasure gained through control, he's definitely in trouble and looks to be absconding with his family's money.
The boys had planned to talk to him when he broke into the dormitory, and if he was willing to pay for their companion's medical care, then everything would still be the same as before.
But if he doesn't, tonight is the night he goes to meet God.
I just didn't expect such an accident.
The other kid responded softly, "That's just right, we'll do it when it's a little farther away."
The next few stopped talking and followed the newspaper head closely, who did not realize, much less think, that these children, whom he had allowed to be beaten and humiliated, would actually follow him at this point in time and be born to kill.
Watching also as their surroundings began to get colder and fewer buildings, they were already out of the city limits of Sabine, and beyond was a vast expanse of wilderness and inter-city and inter-continental roads.
Coaches to other cities passed over these roads every day, and there were always good people to meet, and the newspaper head wasn't worried about running off into the wilderness alone with no one to turn to.
Just at this time, the killing intent in the eyes of several children was not contained, and they quickly lowered their bodies and rushed towards the newspaper head.
The sound of footsteps from behind him immediately startled the newspaper head whose nerves were already extremely sensitive, and he turned back to see nothing but pitch blackness and vaguely blurred shadows, and immediately frightened his entire body with a jolt.
He was running fast while shouting threats to the owner of the footsteps behind him, but he was carrying so many things on his body, plus he was old and "pampered", his physical strength would not be as good as that of these children who were out there all day long to make a living.
Seeing the silent black shadows getting closer and closer, Newspaper Head pulled out his pistol in a moment of desperation and pointed it at one of the shadows and pulled the trigger.
"Peng" There was a flash of fleeting light in the dark night, and the horror on the newsreader's face contrasted with the coldness on the faces of several of the children.
The bullet grazed a few sparks on the ground and flew off somewhere, missing, this flare gun converted into a weapon with many shortcomings of its own, even at close range the accuracy of the shot was poor.
Newspaper pulled the hammer once more and pulled the trigger, but this time, the pistol was mute, which was the second drawback of the flare gun modification; the hammer and the roller magazine were not synchronized, and sometimes it took a bit of manual adjustment for the hammer to hit the primer accurately.
The bullet did not fire, which made the newspaper head hidden in the darkness of the expression of more horror, he fired another shot, still did not hit, suddenly dumped the pistol frantically ran forward, the few shadows behind the chase faster.
A minute or two later, one of the shadows had approached the newspaper head, he pushed hard on the back of the newspaper head, the original center of gravity on the newspaper head instantly upward leaning forward staggered several steps, all of a sudden fell to the ground rolled twice, stopped.
The few dark shadows silently chased after them, without saying a word they raised the kitchen knives in their hands, or sharpened steel bars and stabbed at the newspaper head's body, they didn't know how many times they stabbed the newspaper head, they didn't stop until the head didn't move at all.
Perhaps it was because the spirit was soothed down after the killing, these children's bodies began to tremble and they began to sweat profusely, and only after they had rested for a while did they pick up what was on the newspaper head and take it all away without a single piece left.
After waiting for about five more minutes, Lynch stepped out of the grove off the road, he walked over to the newspaper head and crouched down, feeling the other man's pulse with his gloved hand to make sure he was dead through and through before he left.
He didn't bother to tail the kids, he just thought it was a little funny, maybe it was called reincarnation?
Glancing back at the bodies that had reported their heads on the road, Lynch returned to the grove and rolled out his bike for a slow ride toward the city.
When the day breaks, someone will always pass by and will find the newspaper head that has fallen to the side of the road.
Maybe these people will call the police, but more likely they will cross paths with this body and leave as if they saw nothing.
Calling the police means that they will be questioned by the police and become suspects themselves, and they will even be restrained from leaving Sabine as they please, which is not a good thing for a lot of people who need to travel from city to city.
All the little evidence that remained would be destroyed in the indifference of passersby, and even the police would not know that such a man had died on the road outside the city.
Back at home Lynch took a shower as he calmly contemplated what was next, developing, growing, and taking the first steps.
In fact, the business between Lynch and Mr. Fox alarmed not only the chief of the investigation team of the Inland Revenue Department, who was seeking to get ahead, like Michael, but a number of other financial firms within the city of Sabine had more or less heard the news as well.
The business is so permeable that it is hard to hide too much information, and when people found out or heard somewhere that Mr. Fox had deposited a large amount of cash in the bank, they began to pay attention to the matter.
After a few days of watching, and learning, some people have figured out how Mr. Fox deposits his money in the bank.
Honestly it wasn't anything to write home about, there was nothing technical about the way it was done, and Lynch hadn't considered trying to stop these people through some less-than-savory means.
He doesn't consider himself a gambler, an executioner, or a villain, he's just a businessman who may be slightly less lawful at times, but more often than not, he's a defender of the law and the rules.
The business is there, and others love to do it as well as they can.
Climbing up the fire escape ladder from the back of the tavern and then pushing open the hidden window back into his room Lynch simply cleaned up before lying down on his bed, another full day yet!