There was one more person on the road. It was inconvenient for Dean to maintain his weapons while driving. He turned to thinking about the Blood Sacrifice Gang and the Guardian Goddess, and chatted with Salma.
Out of gratitude for the life-saving grace, Salma showed extraordinary trust and spoke candidly to Dean about her past. Before she was five years old, she lived with her mother in Mexico. Dominated town.
“Most people in this town will die before they reach fifty,” Salma said, looking out the car window at the vineyards receding. “Either from the poisonous powder, or from complications of diabetes, or Died in a fight between gangs and cartels.”
"Diabetes complications? Is it because you often eat corn?" Dean asked, looking at his face in the rearview mirror.
"No, corn and chili peppers are healthy foods. It's incredible to say that the main reason for the epidemic of diabetes is that Coca-Cola dominates Mexico..."
There was a hint of sarcasm in Salma's eyes,
"There is a Coca-Cola factory in my hometown. The local government sold water resources to the Coca-Cola factory at a very low price...Then the Coca-Cola factory began to dump Coca-Cola on the townspeople, selling it cheaper than the precious water. Many townspeople directly I drank Coke to quench my thirst and slowly became sick. My biological father died of heart disease caused by diabetes."
Well.
Dean thought about how he had heard a lot of news in his previous life, about college students who mistook drinks for water and became seriously ill at a young age.
I didn’t expect Coca-Cola to be so lethal in Mexico.
"Feel sorry."
"It doesn't matter, it's been a long time. After my father died, my mother spent all her savings to sneak me over from Laredo."
Salma's eyes were complicated,
"The cartels here are not so arrogant. You can drink water as much as you want instead of sweet Coke. There are shootings on the streets, but they are not so blatant. She has been working undercover for several years, experienced a big parade, and followed another After getting married, white people obtained legal status and finally established a foothold in their new home.”
She paused and stared at the long and empty road ahead.
"But my stepfather is not a good person. He doesn't work and has no income. He drinks and gambles all day long, and he asks my mother for money. My mother works fifteen hours a day, but the money she earns is not enough for him to spend."
"But if we couldn't pay him, he would beat us with a clothes rack and a belt. From elementary school to middle school, for a long time, my most profound memory was when I came home and saw her covered with injuries." Salma took a deep breath, He crossed his arms over his shoulders, "When I was eighteen, my mother was beaten to death by him to protect me."
Dean rubbed his nose, slowed down the car, and turned the dynamic and lively music on the radio into a slightly calmer pure music.
The "shadow" in the back row looked at the girl with a trace of sympathy in his colorful eyes.
"Didn't one of your presidents say that Mexico's greatest misfortune is that it is too far from heaven and too close to the United States?"
"Yes. This is not paradise. My stepfather beat someone to death and was released after being imprisoned for a few months..." Salma wiped the corners of her eyes and said reluctantly, "I can't continue to live with this bastard. , ran away from home and wandered for four years until now. The only thing I miss is that little guy..."
Dean turned his head and stared into her eyes and asked, "Where does your stepfather live? Have you ever thought about revenge?"
"I, I'm not sure." Salma's eyebrows were tangled together, and she lowered her head hesitantly.
…
It seemed that she had made a bad start. During the rest of the journey, Salma shared a lot of interesting experiences during her journey. Her mouth was very sweet, with a hint of flattery, her voice was soft and sweet, and she sounded like a nightingale. She had a beautiful face. Ershang is always smiling, and his bright black eyes are full of autumn.
It's pleasing to the eye.
The dull atmosphere in the carriage was swept away and it became extremely cheerful and lively.
When the car stopped at a gas station at noon, Salma very obediently got out of the car to buy lunch, refuel... and pay for it herself.
Dean calmly admired the beauty and the pastoral scenery of Texas, and couldn't help but feel that it was not a bad thing to take Salma for a two-day drive.
Until late in the evening, when the bright sunshine reached the west and cast a golden cloud, the Volvo drove along the road to a small town near Laredo, passing through a series of wooden houses with red gable roofs.
Salma looked at the familiar houses on the roadside, her eyes were dazed for a few times, her cheeks tightened, she gritted her teeth, took out a rubber band and tied her shawl hair neatly back on her head.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Dean noticed her abnormality and slowed down the car.
"Mr. Andy, can you, can you stop on the left side of the road for a while?"
"Why?"
"I have something to do. I have an acquaintance living there and I want to 'say hello' to him."
acquaintance?
Dean thought of the experience she had told before, nodded, and drove the car into a remote country road on the left, parking among greenery and flowers, not far from a lonely wooden house.
Salma looked over anxiously, "Do you have a gun on you?"
"Yes." Dean reached into his arms without hesitation, took out a loaded M1911A1 and handed it over, then pointed at his neck, chest and abdomen, "Aim at the position, pull the trigger, and just shoot. Do you know how to use it? ?”
"Well, I've been beaten a few times." She took the gun with trembling fingers, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her tall chest rising and falling a few times.
"Should I go with you?" Dean calmly released a mental shield to wrap around the woman's body.
Salma smiled gratefully, "No, you have given me great courage by sending me here."
She got out of the car with a gun, straightened her thighs, rushed to the cabin like a female warrior, and knocked on the door roughly.
Dean opened two bottles of juice, touched it with "Shadow", and took a sip while looking into the wooden house from his perspective.
Beside the sofa filled with empty wine bottles, an old white man with long brown hair, wearing shorts and an unshaven beard heard the knock on the door, slowly crawled over, walked over and opened the door, and immediately met the girl's sharp eyes. His eyes froze for a moment, and he revealed a squinting smile.
"Salma? She has grown so big. She is so beautiful. Where has she been all these years? Let dad take a good look."
"Fake Squid! I'm here to take revenge, you bastard!"
boom!
The sound of gunshots shook the woods, a few frightened sparrows flew away from the branches, and wisps of blood flowed from the cracks of the wooden house door. Salma strode in.
Two minutes later.
Salma held a large bag of clothes in her right hand, hugged a little girl in a white dress with her left hand, and ran to the car in a panic, sat in the back seat, and handed the gun back to Dean.
"Mr. Andy, please drive and continue on the road."
"Don't worry, no one is paying attention to your actions." Dean gave Ying a look, and the latter flew to the wooden house and began to skillfully deal with the corpses and blood stains at the door, cleaning up the mess, "Who is this girl?"
"My sister, Lillian, is about five years old this year. She originally lived with my stepfather, but she can no longer stay with that beast. From now on, I will take care of her, and she will live a better life! "
Salma generously took off the dress with hidden blood spots on her body and put on a blue T-shirt and denim jacket in front of Dean.
Dean turned his attention to the quiet little girl. She had a chubby face, long eyelashes, and big eyes. Her facial features were vaguely similar to Salma's, but her skin was not a healthy wheat color but white, and her dark straight hair hung down past her shoulders. Quiet and cute like an exquisite Barbie doll.
She was biting her fingers and looking curiously at the strange uncle in front of her. She saw the other man grinning, handing over a piece of chocolate from his arms and touching her little head.
"Eat, little one."
The little girl's eyes turned into crescent moons while eating sweets.
Salma noticed the gentle smile on Dean's face and breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, letting go of all her previous worries.
"Sorry, I should have told you in advance that my stepfather lives here. By the way, the gunshot just now was caused by me scaring the bastard with my gun, and the bullet grazed his arm."
"No need to explain, I understand." Dean noticed that the corpses and blood stains in the wooden house had been pulled into the underworld by chains, completely destroying the corpses. He looked at her encouragingly, "You bravely used the gun to protect yourself and My dear, you did a great job to avenge your vengeance, you are a good girl, Salma."
Listening to this gentle whisper, Salma's nose felt sore, her eyes blurred and she took a deep look at Dean. Then she lowered her head and hugged Lilian tightly, and kissed her forehead.
"Baby, don't be afraid, we are moving to a new home."
…
The little girl Lillian is very adaptable and not afraid of strangers at all, but she is too quiet. She sits in her sister's arms like a little mute, lying by the car window, admiring the sunset and unfamiliar flowers and plants, and blowing the cool wind all the way. Forward.
The three arrived at a "forest hotel" at 8 p.m.
Dean said to the aunt wearing glasses at the front desk, "Hello, I want to book a room."
The aunt glanced at Dean and Salma. The combination of handsome men and beautiful women made her eyes shine. When she glanced at the petite girl holding the two of them, her face became more loving and she waved.
"Your daughter is so cute. How old is she?"
Salma grinned, "Five."
Dean shook his head, "She is the niece, my sister's. Give us two single rooms and six dinners."
"Hold on…"
…
Under bright warm light.
The two adults and one child enjoyed a steaming dinner in the same room.
Lilian ate deliciously, her little mouth kept opening and closing, which made Salma feel distressed. She could almost think of the neglect and harsh treatment she had suffered in the past, and her eyes became more and more loving.
Dean stared at this heartwarming scene, and after a long time turned on the TV, which happened to be the news station——
"The two robbers who robbed the bank in Abilene are still at large... They traveled east to west along South Texas, ransacked a convenience store again along the way, and had an altercation with the Texas State Patrol troopers who were on duty. There was a fierce exchange of fire, and a patrol officer was unfortunately shot and died... The fugitives are very cruel. If you find any clues, please call the local police immediately..."
Two photos appeared on the screen - two men, one tall and one short, wearing black suits and ties. The tall man wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, with a big face and slightly bulging eyes. His gentle manner was mixed with a hint of nervousness. The name is Ricky Goko. He is a short man with a light beard, mature and handsome, and his well-developed muscles bulge out his suit. His name is Seth Goko.
Their Mexican ancestry can be seen in their facial features.
"Brother Goko," Dean stared at the two faces and complained, "You have the looks and body to be a model, but you can be a robber."
"We've finished eating, and I'm going to give Lilian a bath," Salma turned her head and said, "Will you sit in the room for a while?"
"I'll go next door. You two sisters can slowly reminisce about old times. I'll call you again tomorrow morning."
Dean bid farewell to the two of them, returned to the next room, took out the firearms, portable rocket launchers, and explosives in the fantasy space and checked them to confirm that they were functioning normally.
White flames filled the body, pouring into the long knife-like fangs and various extraordinary weapons along the palms, which were carefully polished.
The life energy squirmed and changed on the surface of the body, shaping pieces of feathers and condensing into various shapes such as wings, swords, guns, swords and halberds.
The "shadow" around him used his mind power to create hundreds of blue ice balls, red fire balls, and silver electric balls of almost the same size in the void, spinning and flying around the entire house, sometimes forming a huge colorful cross. , sometimes forming a broad sword, sometimes forming a triangular pyramid...
The hot and cold air currents intertwined, impacting the invisible mind power shield.
Dean's resolute and calm face was reflected.
Even if there is no battle, he still maintains the habit of training every day and tries his best to enhance his ability proficiency.
…
Time flies by during training.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the moon rises to the center of the sky.
The banging on the door woke Dean up from his silence. He opened the door. Salma, dressed in white silk pajamas, stood outside the door, her cheeks flushed, and her black hair hanging on her left shoulder was swaying with moisture. , her eyes were like a deep pool, and the bright moonlight fell on her body. She was like a moon goddess draped in silver gauze walking towards her, raising a bottle of wine in her hand towards Dean,
"Lillian is asleep, let's have a glass of tequila from my hometown? Please, I've never wanted to drink more in my life."
Dean wanted to refuse, but realized that he was in a pseudomorphic state and drinking alcohol did not violate his principles, so he took a glass of silver-white tequila from Salma's hand and took a sip. The strong and spicy aroma of the plant rushed straight through. Another faint astringent smell rose up in his nose, making him frown.
"Haha, don't you like it? You can try this way of drinking." Salma licked the salt on the tiger's mouth of her left hand, chewed a lemon slice, then raised the cup towards Dean and took a sip. "This is a toast to you."
"In the past few years, I have passed by my stepfather's house in Laredo many times, but I dare not go back to see him, otherwise I would think of the various tortures he had inflicted on my mother and me, and I would tremble with fear."
"But this time is different, because following you, I feel safe and fearless. I sent him to hell and took Lillian away! If mother knew, she would be happy and proud of us."
Her full eyes turned to Dean,
"Thank you, you saved me twice."
"Don't say that. It was you who bravely took this step and fought for everything." Dean shook his glass. "Have you made a decision now? I will send you to El Paso to start a new life tomorrow, or will you Find a safer place to settle by yourself? Such as Houston, Dallas..."
"I want to continue walking with you for a while, but I won't pester you." Salma's eyes were soft but firm, "When we get to El Paso, I will take Lillian and leave."
Dean looked away, took another sip of the wine in his glass, and gritted his teeth at the flush, "I don't want to drive you away, but the place I'm going to is very dangerous."
"I understand, no need to explain..." Salma looked at Dean drinking and smiled, "That's not how tequila is drunk."
She took a sip of strong liquor in the traditional way and raised her head.
Dean drank a glass and felt the wonderful combination of sweetness, refreshingness, and spiciness. He seemed to have sunk into the extremely rich agave ocean, sleeping soundly in the aroma of the wine from late night to morning.
…
"Ma'am, I'm looking for someone like this. He's white, in his twenties, with a big black trench coat. He's handsome and has a unique temperament." The man stood at the reception desk of the forest hotel and looked at the aunt and the man behind her who was pointing at nine o'clock in the morning. The wall clock stated seriously, "He may have others with him? Do they live here?"
The aunt’s small eyes behind her spectacles looked at the man with the strange 37-cent mushroom hair opposite him and the pump-like instrument in his hand. She shook her head in alarm and said in a business-like tone,
"As a rule, I cannot disclose the resident's information to anyone other than the police. I'm sorry, but I can't tell you."
The mushroom-headed man's eyes were filled with confusion, "Does that mean he once lived here?"
The aunt glared at Mushroom Head, picked up the phone and started dialing,
"Sir, let me remind you, I have lived here for many years, and I am familiar with many police officers. You'd better not make trouble, otherwise I..."
"puff--"
The aunt's words stopped suddenly, and she sat back in the wicker chair, her head drooped feebly, her pupils dilated, and her whole body was limp like a fish with its bones removed.
The mushroom head withdrew the air gun head from the hole in her forehead, wiped the blood from his hands, swallowed the body with coins again, and then threw the coins towards the map.
Crash.
"Going to El Paso, just left?"
"Haha, I'll catch you soon."
(End of chapter)
