Chapter 123: 13: Big Shot (th update)

".I understand, I am aware of the difficulties you are facing now, we have not forgotten you! In the next term, we will fight for more equal treatment, more jobs, and better education for you."

17th District Northern Residential Area.

An originally empty space, which is usually a gathering place for some artists or people, is now arranged as a podium.

On the stage, an old man who looked casually, even homely, dressed was giving a speech using the simplest and most direct vocabulary and some body movements.

Off the field, at some key locations, many guards with real guns looked around vigilantly.

The open space was densely packed with people, both black and white. Generally speaking, there were more black people.

Abdul was among them, and his entire family came.

Fahd seemed bored and dozed off.

The mother was brought into the mood by the speech and cheered with everyone from time to time.

Abdul responded perfunctorily. What happened last night affected his mood today and even for some time to come.

He actually didn't quite understand. According to what his mother had told him before, he should not have any expectations of these big shots.

But now she is full of hope.

Forget it, don’t think about it anymore. I have some time this afternoon, do you want to find something to do?

Just when he was thinking about whether to do odd jobs later, there was a commotion among the crowd.

Relying on his decent height, he could barely see what was happening in front of him by standing on tiptoe.

The incident started when a little black girl tried to get closer to the podium, holding a bouquet of flowers that was not fresh and might have been stolen from someone's yard.

The guards nervously stopped her, told her not to come any closer, and asked loudly where her parents were, with the muzzles of their guns slightly raised, ready to shoot at any time.

"Little girl, are these flowers for me?"

Olivier pushed aside the guard, walked up to the little girl with a kind smile, squatted down and asked.

The girl looked around, somewhat at a loss, pursed her lips and nodded: "Mom said you are a good person. I picked these flowers these days. They are from the roadside, not stolen! Give them to you."

Olivier smiled happily, took the flowers with one hand and touched the girl's head with the other: "Do you mind if I hold you up and say hello to everyone?"

"You can, you can hug me." The girl spoke haltingly.

"Thank you, little angel." Olivier gently picked up the girl, holding the flowers in his left hand and the girl in his right hand. He walked back to the podium, raised the bouquet in his hand and shouted -

“This is the best gift I’ve ever received!”

Off the field, after a few seconds of silence, there was suddenly thunderous applause and continuous cheers and whistles.

Abdul and even Fahd saw a glimmer of hope in their eyes and couldn't help but applaud.

Not far away, a pair of eyes turned from Abdul's back to the big shot who was showing off on the podium. Gabriel tightened his hat on his head and suppressed the urge to vomit.

What hypocritical and pompous words, what a clumsy and disgusting show.

The purpose of his coming here was just to confirm Abdul's family situation and confirm that he was not at home.

Not long after the speech began, he squeezed out of the crowd and left first.

Yesterday, he had observed the room number where Abdul lived from outside. Now was the time when there were the least people in the apartment, which was convenient for his actions.

When he reached the apartment on foot, he was wearing an older outfit and pretending to walk hurriedly up the stairs.

Not many people are interested in an old man like him, and the mobility situation in the slums is quite high.

Joining other gangs, offending people who should not be offended, dying in the gutter in the alley, making money and moving out. The last one is the one that will make people laugh out loud.

And now most people go to listen to the speech.

It’s not that they like to listen, but they want to get something in return, even if it’s just some cheap daily consumables.

Arriving at the floor where Abdul was, Gabriel calmed his breath before taking out his cell phone and walking to the target room.

Then I took photos of the door lock from multiple angles.

The door locks of these slum houses are the most common and cheap ones, and you can even buy related "master keys".

After taking pictures of the doors of the rooms in this row, which were all similar in style, he put away his phone and walked down the stairs.

Although he did not achieve much in his life, it would not be difficult to find a skilled locksmith.

A shop. "I don't know what you're going to use them for. I'll pay you and give you the keys. After that, I won't admit that these two keys came from me."

"No problem. I still need to learn how to unlock this kind of door lock."

".It costs extra money."

“I also want a manual hydraulic pliers that is as small as possible.”

".This one is enough to deal with those safety chains."

Not long after, Gabriel returned home with a bunch of door locks of the same style, in addition to the ones mentioned above.

He first tried two master keys one by one to make sure they could be opened.

Then use the wire and follow the video to practice the quick lock-picking technique.

After two days of practicing day and night, he was finally able to open the lock within five seconds.

Well, it's time.

"Old buddy, I got what you wanted. I hope I won't lose another old friend because of this."

"Some things are more important than being alive."

"I understand, I understand, cheers, to this fucked up world, to those big shots who deserve to go to hell!"

On the river bank, the two old men each drank a bottle of beer, chatted about the past while enjoying the evening breeze, and then said goodbye to each other.

Gabriel walked home slowly, carrying a black school bag.

So slow as if he was enjoying his last journey home.

He returned to his home where he was alone and called the police officer who was following the case to ask about the latest developments.

The latest news is that several suspects have been identified and will be asked to identify the voices after interrogation.

He put down the phone, took out two pistols with the serial numbers erased from his schoolbag, sat in the empty living room, performed maintenance on them somewhat unfamiliarly, and then installed silencers.

"A miracle has occurred at Mont Saint-Michel! The gates of heaven are right before our eyes."

The TV broadcast that was originally turned on for background broadcast attracted his attention. He looked up and stared at the holy scene in a trance.

"Caroline, will you be behind the door? Unfortunately, maybe I can't go to heaven."

The news about the Holy Mountain ended, and in the next scene, he saw the migrants holding the girl and flowers, the cheering immigrants, and the host's endless praises.

He had a blank expression on his face. He casually opened the short video on his phone and turned the volume up to maximum.

Then he raised the gun and pointed it at the man's head on the screen.

With a puff.

The TV screen was shattered.

"But I'll take them to hell with me."

"Mom, do you think he can keep his promise?"

"Regardless of whether he can do it or not, at least he is on our side and helping us."

"I thought he seemed quite sincere."

The TV in Abdul's house was not big. The three of them sat on the stools they usually used for eating, in a row in the cramped living/dining room, watching the news about Olivier's condolences on TV.

Although the place is small, it is quite warm.

Abdul hesitated a little at his mother's words.

He felt that the other party was on their side because he was on the side of national interests.

Because the country needs a large number of cheaper workers to keep it running.

But he did implement measures that benefited them, so there seemed no reason for Abdul to be unhappy.

I hope they can really have a better tomorrow.

With expectations that even he felt were a little unrealistic, Abdul and his family fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)