Chapter 32: The Story

When he reached the intersection, Jones Thompson leaned against a sign and started waiting.

Soon, in less than a minute, a black car slowly approached and stopped beside Jones Thompson.

Then, the drunk Jones Thompson opened the car door and got in at once.

Alva saw the whole process clearly. It was only when the car disappeared that Alva retracted his gaze.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: "How great it would be if I also had a car."

In the car, Victor, wearing a wig and a mask, looked at Jones Thompson, who was sleeping on the back seat, through the rearview mirror, and slowly put down the stun gun in his hand.

Things had gone even more smoothly than he had expected, and the stun gun wasn't needed for the moment.

In the previous week, after work, he had followed Jones Thompson every day and found that this guy would come to this nightclub every now and then. Moreover, he would drink a lot each time and leave in a drunken state by taxi.

It had to be said that such a way of life was full of loopholes, and it was too easy to find an opportunity.

So, he decided to take action tonight. It was very smooth, and even so smooth that he didn't need to control this guy. After all, this guy was already dead drunk now.

On the road late at night, there weren't many vehicles. After about an hour, the car entered an abandoned factory area.

After parking the car, Victor got out and went to the back seat, opening the door.

As if sensing something, the sleeping Jones Thompson slowly got up and mumbled in a daze, "Are we home?"

Victor sneered. While pressing the stun gun against Jones Thompson's neck, he replied in a low voice, "You've indeed arrived home."

With a tremor in his body, Jones Thompson fell down and fainted.

Then, Victor carried Jones Thompson into the factory, tied him to an iron chair, gagged his mouth, and made some other preparations, then silently waited.

The abandoned factory area was extremely quiet late at night, with only the howling wind, like the roar of a ghost.

After a long time, the fainted Jones Thompson slowly woke up.

He tried to stand up but found that he couldn't move. So he opened his eyes, and instantly, most of his drunkenness wore off.

He found that he was tied up in a dilapidated house, and opposite him, there was a person sitting and looking at him coldly.

"Good. It seems you've regained consciousness."

"Woo woo woo~"

Jones Thompson struggled desperately, as if he wanted to say something.

Victor remained calm and ignored Jones Thompson. He continued speaking to himself:

"I know that you must be very confused now about what exactly has happened, and you're also very scared, not knowing what you'll face next.

It doesn't matter. I'll slowly tell you all your doubts. After all, I really need someone to talk to. Some things have been hidden in my heart for too long."

Saying this, Victor looked up at the night sky. His handsome face was full of vicissitudes: "Let me tell you a story first!

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who had a very happy life before he was 5 years old.

His mother was very gentle, speaking in a soft voice and always wearing a faint smile. Whenever the little boy went to sleep, his mother would always sit by the bed and tell him stories.

So, when he fell asleep at night, his dreams were all filled with beautiful fairy tales.

His father was very busy and seldom at home.

But every time he came home, he would bring him gifts, buy him snacks, and also teach him some principles.

In his impression, his father never lost his temper and was always so gentle, looking at him with doting eyes.

He also had a pair of grandparents who doted on him extremely. Whenever he made a mistake and his mother wanted to punish him, his grandparents would come out to protect him and prevent his mother from beating him.

He also had a sister who was very pretty. He liked his sister very much and always followed her around like a little tail. Unfortunately, his sister thought he was annoying and didn't want to play with him."

Saying this, a warm smile appeared on Victor's face, and his eyes were red.

After adjusting his emotions a bit, the warmth faded away, and he became calm again: "But, the good times didn't last long.

Not long after, the little boy's family was targeted, and someone wanted to seize their family property. Naturally, they refused to compromise and chose to resist.

However, they underestimated the power and viciousness of the other side and suffered a devastating disaster.

At that time, a person named Harley Quinn appeared and spread rumors everywhere, saying that this family was heartless and had done so many bad things. She also slandered them for defrauding everyone of the land rent and so on.

In short, countless charges were imposed. With the spread by Harley Quinn, it didn't take long for the family's reputation to be ruined.

Also, on a certain night, incited by some people with ulterior motives, dozens of local people gathered and caused trouble at their home.

Human nature is truly ugly!

Do you know? Many of those dozens of people didn't really come to seek justice but to take advantage of the chaos.

They didn't care about the truth of the matter. They just wanted to break in quickly and loot the valuable things.

After all, they had plenty of excuses to soothe their conscience by robbing the rich and distributing their wealth.

So, led by some people, a group of people rushed into the little boy's house and smashed, looted, and burned.

Just like that, in the chaos, everyone in the little boy's family, except him, was beaten to death.

At that time, the little boy was protected by a kind-hearted person and hidden in a water tank.

He witnessed his parents, sister, and grandparents being beaten to death by those beasts with his own eyes but could do nothing."

Victor turned his head and looked down at Jones Thompson with a sorrowful expression: "Do you know how that little boy felt at that time?"

Jones Thompson widened his eyes. He had understood everything and also knew who Victor was.

However, he couldn't speak. He could only shed tears, shake his head and beg continuously, with fear all over his face.

"You won't understand. That feeling can never be forgotten in a lifetime.

It hurts so much! It's like someone is holding a knife and cutting at your heart one knife after another, never stopping!"

Victor took a deep breath, stopped looking at Jones Thompson, and continued: "That night, you were the one who took the lead. You even killed my sister with your own hands. I saw it clearly.

I know that Wilson Properties sent you to do that.

I also know that John Wilson, that idiot, was being used. The real mastermind behind the scenes never showed up, and I still don't know who it is now.

After getting the money, you called David Smith and the others and incited the common people to join you. In this way, no matter how big a mess was made, the law doesn't punish the multitude, and you weren't afraid, right?

It turns out that was indeed the case.

Wilson Properties bribed the local police and turned those false charges against my family into an ironclad case.

Just like that, all the people who participated that night were only detained for a few days and then released. That massacre of the whole family was just swept under the rug.

As for you, since that day, you left Blacktown. Relying on the bloody reward, you started a business in London. Until now, you've become a somewhat successful boss.

I think maybe you've already forgotten that incident and would never have thought that that little boy is still alive and has come to avenge you."