Chapter 120-10: Revenge Flame (th update)

late at night.

An old car crossed the road with its horn honking. It ran straight through the red light and turned without slowing down. It left behind the sound of harsh tire friction and a burning smell before sprinting away.

Finally, the car braked suddenly to a stop in front of the hospital.

In the driver's seat, an old man with blood all over his head held the open car door, opened the back seat, and with difficulty carried out a person wrapped in a blood-stained sheet, and staggered into the hospital lobby.

"Save my granddaughter, please, save her!"

"Doctor! Doctor! Someone is seriously injured here!"

"Sir, you have a wound on your head. We will do our best to treat her. Please come and get treated as well."

"I'll just stay here. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'll wait for her to come out and call me, Grandfather."

Gabriel let out a tight breath as he watched his granddaughter being rushed to the emergency room, and his vision went dark.

The pungent smell of disinfectant.

A dizzy head.

"Ho ho."

Gabriel, with a dry mouth, barely supported his upper body, leaned against the head of the bed, and gently stroked his bandaged head, seeming to wonder why he was here.

Slowly, he recalled his memories bit by bit.

At night, I was sleeping at home and was awakened by a noise. Then, I took the gun and went out carefully. At the corner of the bathroom, I was hit by a club and passed out. After waking up
"Caroline Caroline."

He remembered that he seemed to have heard Caroline's conversation with them in a daze.

"Miss Haha, is this a toy magic wand? It can't hurt anyone."

"I, I don't want to hurt you. I just ask you to leave. I promise, I won't call the police."

"What a beautiful and kind girl. If you don't want this old man to die, then it's your turn to listen to us."

Thinking of this, intense anger hit his heart and lungs, causing him to cover his throat and almost suffocate.

The patient in the same ward noticed his abnormality and quickly pressed the call button to call the nurse.

"Sir! Take a deep breath and relax. How do you feel? Where does it hurt?" The nurse who came over saw Gabriel's appearance and immediately touched his chest.

"Caroline, Caroline she——"

Before he could finish his words, he remembered everything.

Yesterday, after he woke up, he wrapped the lifeless Caroline in a bed sheet and put her in the car. He rushed to the hospital with a dizzy head, and then he passed out while waiting.

When I woke up again in the early morning, I received the news of Caroline's death and the police's inquiries.

The nurse avoided the question and kept saying ambiguous words to comfort Gabriel, asking him to lie back on the bed slowly and prepare to call the doctor on duty to come for an examination.

"Caroline is dead, Caroline is dead," Gabriel muttered with his eyes downcast.

He felt as if his soul had been drained away, and all the meaning of life had flowed away with it.

Is it still necessary to live in this damn world?

But if he died like this, how could he face Caroline, her parents, and her grandmother who loved her the most?

But if he had to find the motivation to keep him alive, the only things in his mind were those two voices with accents.

The flames of anger rose up, and the fire in his heart seemed to burn his sanity to ashes.

He wanted these two men to die, and die in agony. He didn't trust the people who were handling the case.

Or to be more precise, he does not trust this team.

It was they who further relaxed immigration restrictions, causing a sharp deterioration in public security in cities across the country, and the rampant spread of drugs and guns. Marseille, once a holiday resort, now has gun battles almost every night. If you don't know, you would think it is in America.

Not only that, there are also reports revealing that in order to prevent immigrants from being discriminated against, criminal cases involving immigrants are handled in a low-key manner to avoid creating emotions.

But what’s funny is that the immigrants often express their feelings of injustice from those immigrants, and once any unfair treatment occurs, it will spread quickly, and the immigrants will take to the streets to protest, smash, loot and burn, venting their so-called emotions and dissatisfaction, and it is extremely chaotic.

In this regard, the official attitude seems to always be to appease and soothe.

Gabriel, who was already extremely dissatisfied with all this, closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

He seemed extremely calm at this moment.

But inside, it's hotter than lava.

morning.

The two police officers who questioned Abdul yesterday came to the hospital, found Gabriel, and told him the latest developments in the case.

"There is no surveillance there, so we can only identify the murderer based on the marks in the house and on his body."

"There are two of them, male, 1.78 to 1.92 meters tall. If your accent is correct, they are most likely African-American. We focused on investigating this aspect."

"But after comparison, no matching genes have been found yet."

"It is possible that they are illegal immigrants. We are currently planning to focus on checking Districts 17 and 19."

"We will solve the case as soon as possible. Please accept my condolences."

They talked a lot, and Gabriel listened to it all. Finally, he just asked, "Can I ask the media for help?"

The two police officers were silent. The female police officer coughed twice and said, "Of course, this is your freedom as a citizen. However, this may disrupt our pace of solving the case and make the murderer feel threatened and move to another hiding place in advance, making it more difficult to solve the case later."

What she meant was to advise him not to alarm the media too much.

Gabriel agreed with this statement, but not because he recognized their efficiency in solving the case, but because he recognized the idea that it would alert the murderer.

"Does the plumber really know nothing?" Gabriel asked suddenly.

"The murder happened less than five minutes after he got off work. We checked the surveillance footage along the way and confirmed that he was returning home normally and did not go around to your house. It is impossible for him to commit the crime," the police officer replied.

Gabriel: "I mean, I felt like someone was following me when I got home yesterday, and the plumber came to my house, so maybe he saw someone suspicious."

"Unfortunately, there were not many pedestrians at that time. He said he only saw a few ordinary pedestrians passing by, nothing special."

"So you believe it?"

".We then went to your neighborhood to collect evidence, but we found no witnesses to the crime or the time when the plumber was there."

The police officers were retorted, and in order to take care of the feelings of the victim's family, they had no choice but to tell them about the work they had just completed in the morning.

Any witnesses?

Gabriel suddenly remembered that there was an autistic child near his home whose favorite thing to do was to look around in the attic with a children's telescope. Maybe he might know something.

He had a clue worth investigating, but he did not tell the two police officers. Instead, he had a normal conversation with them, promised that he would not say too much to the media, and then sent them away.

"We have one more thing to say. Please don't worry. There are only your fingerprints on the murder weapon. According to the procedure, we will have a police officer accompany you until you regain your ability to move. Then you need to come to the police station first. If you need anything, you can tell him. He will be sitting outside the door."

".good."

　Thanks to "Scumbag Tang Xuanzang" for the reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)