Chapter 4 "Wind Fortune" (4) Production Accident

Due to the accident, three of the five production lines in the No. 3 area of ​​the Spike Battery Factory were stopped.

The safety inspector put a yellow plastic seal around the machine with potential safety hazards, and the engineer began to urgently inspect the equipment. "Long live!" the workers cheered and went to the break room to enjoy this short paid vacation.

Bart held a cigarette in his mouth and played blackjack with Roy: "These heartless bastards, they can still fucking laugh when they trade other people's lives for rest time. They are so heartless!"

Roy shuffled the cards and lightly kicked Bart's calf: "You said, Brother Bart, you're so happy that your face has wrinkles!"

"You kid don't understand! It hurts and makes you happy, bro!"

By the way, Roy, your beautiful little girl has been wiping away her tears, which makes me feel distressed. Why don't you go over and try to persuade her?"

Roy glanced at it, then turned back to continue playing cards: "When her friends all go away, I will go over and coax her."

"Huh, I'm crying and making trouble! My nose and tears never stop!

She is exactly the same as that prodigal old woman from my family. Woman, it’s really troublesome. There’s no point in wiping your tears! How wronged you are, why don’t you have to endure it in this shabby factory!”

Roy dealt the cards skillfully: "Anna is a sentimental person with the heart of an angel who can help the world. She has been like this since she was ten years old. When she sees the ants walking around, she only thinks about others and doesn't think about herself. It's a bit silly.

But that’s what I love about her.”

"Brother Roy, don't blame me for being outspoken. You are not worthy of this girl, neither in appearance nor condition.

There are a lot of young men chasing her in the factory, and many of them are taller and more handsome than you. Even the clerks in shirtsleeves in the office upstairs are staring at her. If Miss Anna is willing, she can abandon you at any time and find someone with money.

Rich people live a good life, after all, beauties from all walks of life are popular...

Don't be angry, good advice is helpful to your deeds. I am saying this for your own good and to make you sober."

"It doesn't matter, brother Bart, you are not the first person to say this. I know my own virtues and I am a loser.

But, no matter how decadent and miserable Anna is, she will never leave me. We were little kids who grew up in the same neighborhood. At that time, we spent the whole day together, peeing in the pits and playing in the mud.

I can't compare to my emotional relatives, my bones are broken but my tendons are still attached."

"Oh Huo, are you so confident? If a nouveau riche comes to Anna's parents with a box of money, what do you think will happen?"

"Humph, it won't happen. Anna will reject her parents' engagement proposal and throw the money in that person's face. She only loves me."

"how do you know?"

"I fucking know it, don't be stunned, it's your turn to play your cards."

Since work was stopped for four hours in the afternoon, the day passed in a particularly relaxed and happy manner. When get off work was about to get off work, bad news came. The poor worker who had the accident died in the hospital's emergency room after all.

In order to conceal the accident from the media, the factory owner, Mr. Spike, took the unprecedented step of giving everyone supermarket shopping cards as hush money.

Roy couldn't be happier. He held a shopping card worth 1,500 yuan in his hand and grinned like a fool. Only Anna was beside him with a sad face and a gloomy look.

"Okay, miss, stop crying, let's go shopping at Wal-Mart and buy, buy, buy!"

Anna sighed: "Okay... I want to go check out the discounted cosmetics and the instant coffee that's due."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Roy picked up his girlfriend and spun her around several times, making her laugh:

"Stop spinning, you're dizzy. I still have business to do. I need to go to the supermarket later to buy a boxed cake. I have to celebrate Shakira's birthday."

"Is there a birthday party at Miss Shakira's house?"

"Yes, I have to go there. She is my best friend. Will you come with me?"

"I...forget it, a rough guy like me is probably not welcome to attend a party of a group of little sisters."

"That's right. You can go home after going to the supermarket. You don't have to wait for me."

"What? Are you sleeping at Shakira's house tonight?"

"Yeah, her home has equipment for singing KTV. It's been a long time since the sisters had fun together. Tomorrow is another day off. We'll fall asleep when we're tired."

"Okay, let me relax."

After coming out of the giant shopping mall Wal-Mart, Anna left with cakes and beers, while Roy carried shopping bags and headed home.

In order to take a shortcut, he climbed over the railing and passed under the overpass. This is a dangerous area and is often chosen by gang members as a location for illegal transactions.

Roy heard several gunshots in the distance.

"Boom! Boom!"

He wasn't too afraid. There were always people setting up empty cans in the open space under the bridge to practice marksmanship. He himself sometimes played this way with his brothers.

But the gunfire he heard this time was not a target practice. After walking some distance, Roy found an overturned motorcycle with a female body lying next to it. Her helmet was pierced by a bullet, and her brain fluid was sticky.

When we came out, the ground was covered with blood.

"No, something happened..." Roy became nervous and tried to avoid the dangerous area, but he accidentally entered the crossfire zone.

The corpses of more than a dozen militants lay scattered on the dirty ground. Some seriously injured and dying people were sitting against the bridge piers, holding guns or machetes in their hands.

Near a smoking transformer box, a striking fluorescent yellow light appeared. When I got closer, I discovered that it was a big man with a fluorescent skull tattoo. He was sitting on the ground with his upper body bare.

He was shot in the lower abdomen and legs, and blood flowed into the drainage ditch along the grooves of the floor tiles.

"Who's there?"

Roy was startled and walked out of the shadows with his hands raised: "Brother, I'm just a passing civilian, it's none of my business."

The tattooed man gasped; "Brother, come here."

Roy thought for a moment, but of course he didn't dare. He took a few steps back with trembling legs. His back accidentally hit the iron mesh fence, and the watchdog inside started barking.

"Woof woof!"

This genetically modified bully dog ​​stood up like a lion cub, with a big mouth and a rattle. Roy was so frightened that he fell to the ground, rolled and crawled back, and unknowingly returned to the streetlight.

"Brother, come here quickly and do me a little favor. I won't let you lose anything!"

Roy waved his hands nervously: "Listen, buddy, I don't want to get into trouble. The wireless communication network is down. I'm going to find a phone booth to call an ambulance for you. This is all I can do now!"

"No, brother, you can do more."

The tattooed man grinned, showing his gold teeth: "It's very simple. Can you see the smashed van under the streetlight, the one covered with graffiti?"

"Look...I saw..."

"I am the most generous person in giving money." The tattooed man entered the password, opened the black leather box next to him, took out several thick stacks of banknotes, and threw them towards Roy.
Chapter completed!