[Part1·Just a joke]

You drive along SR-9, aimlessly.

You have no interest in the fire that is getting farther and farther behind you. An indescribable ecstasy has taken over your mind.

Ben Richter, this fire is like a ritual, a sacrificial ritual that is prevalent in Mormonism.

You are reborn and nothing seems to matter anymore.

The scenery outside the car window flies by, and before you know it, you have arrived at Green Palm and Orlando.

The sun gradually sinks into the high-rise buildings in the city. In this ecstatic mood, you slowly park the car next to another motel, squeeze into the mezzanine bed in the back of the truck, and decide to take a nap first——

——Soon you fell asleep.

When you wake up again, you feel that this world is so magical. It seems that every time you enter dreamland, it is not like the real world. It seems that you have not woken up at all, and you are still having serial dreams, dreams within dreams.

You feel like your ankles are tightly tied, and so do your hands.

You seem to have been robbed and kidnapped in this van's converted mezzanine bed.

There are two more strangers in the front row, both young men in their twenties—

——They were talking and laughing, waving the cash in their hands, and you recognized it, it was your money.

In an instant, you understand the ins and outs.

These two black brothers carefully pried open the door of the truck, tied you up, and took away the money you earned in the studio.

"Only 1,100 yuan?" the mixed-race brother with a slightly brown complexion said excitedly: "It's more than what you get at the supermarket checkout! It's pretty good!"

"There is also a cart of cosmetics. Let's find an old warehouse and ask the warehouse owner for help. Anyway, there are many people willing to spend money to search for treasures!" The brother with darker skin said excitedly: "Can you sell it for two thousand dollars?"

The brown-skinned brother responded: "It should only be worth eight hundred, I don't think it can be more."

The black-skinned brother then said: "I'll drive!"

"This guy's driver's license seems to be forged..." The brown-skinned brother noticed the driving document——

——It does not belong to you, it is just a driver temporarily found by the logistics company.

"Hey, Ansai." The black-skinned brother saw your eyes in the rearview mirror, and he knew you were awake.

At the same time, you also know the names of these two young men.

They are Anse and Rhodes.

"He seems to be awake," Rhodes said.

Ansai was a little nervous: "Don't make a sound! Stay quiet..."

You didn't say anything. Years of experience as a police officer tell you that these two young men are very destructive.

There were originally many avoidable murders, but because of a little conflict escalation, thefts turned into robberies, robberies turned into fights, fights turned into shootings, and finally shootings turned into killing entire families.

It lasted for about a minute, but the black brother still didn't move and seemed to be maintaining a silent confrontation with you.

"He's very good!" Ansai finally laughed out loud: "Hahahahaha!"

Rhodes laughed: "Hahahahahaha!"

Judging from their mental state, you are not sure whether these two little brothers have just lost their leaves, or drunk alcohol - or whether they are all poisonous.

"Let's go, let's go! Let's go! Rhodes! Take him with you!" Ansai said excitedly: "Let's take him to find the warehouse together!"

Rhodes stepped on the accelerator and the vehicle drove off the county road, getting farther and farther away from the highway.

"Why?"

Rhodes, an experienced criminal, immediately said: "There's no way he could call the police if he stayed in the car."

At this time you spoke: "I won't call the police..."

"I said, you are not allowed to make a sound." Ansai emphasized and suddenly took out a gun from his clothes.

Almost instantly, you were filled with anger again, and then reason forcibly washed away the flame——

——Because it is a toy gun, it is just a model for home defense. It may be able to shoot thirty feet away and hurt dogs.

It will be of no use to a burglar who breaks into a house. If a police officer sees it, he will immediately think of it as a real guy.

If these two young men were stopped by the police, they would die! They would be killed by this fake gun!

They just stole cars, not serious criminals, and they should not die under the gun of the police...

"Okay, I won't talk anymore." You shut your mouth, just hoping that Brother Rhodes's driving skills would be better and that he would not hit the traffic inspection.

Fortunately, Rhodes drove steadily and fast, and after leaving the main road, there were fewer and fewer cars.

Entering the hilly side with more complex terrain, and arriving at the suburban roads with dense vegetation, there are fewer pedestrians.

Unfortunately, you still have no way to break free from the ropes around you. You have no chance to escape from this bondage. You are a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Ansai started to smoke and suddenly asked you questions.

"How did you get this car?"

Rhodes thought his partner was asking him, so he immediately interrupted: "It only takes a minute for me to pry open this rubbish lock..."

"I'm not asking you! You idiot! I'm asking the person behind us." Ansai emphasized: "Uncle..."

"Can I speak?" You asked tentatively: "I won't get shot, right?"

Ansai laughed heartily. It felt great to have the power of life and death.

"Of course! Of course!"

"I saw the employee ID of the shipping company. You must not be the driver...right?"

"What's your name? Did you steal this car?"

"I killed three people." You didn't hesitate and immediately told the truth. Even in front of the judge, you would still say this: "Killed a YouTube anchor, oh no."

"It should be two anchors, and then at the exit of the parking lot, there is an idiot who wants to come in the opposite direction."

"I pushed him onto the highway. He was probably hit by a tanker truck and died."

This series of words shocked Ansai boy——

——He didn't know how to continue talking, as if petty theft was nothing.

In front of you, a murderer like you, they can only be regarded as low-class gangsters.

"Are you kidding..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! You then said: "No, I'm not joking. If you send me to the Orlando Police Department, I should be able to get a hard-earned salary, and maybe I can even log in."

Get it into the newspaper, become tomorrow's headlines, and you will become two little heroes. The Sheriff will praise you - I urge you to do this."

"He must be lying!" Rhodes cursed: "Damn, there are so many ideas?! Do you want us to fall into a trap? Ansai! Don't listen to his nonsense!"

You have some regrets, and perhaps these facts will intensify the conflicts between you.

But you can't think of any way or anything to get close to these two little guys.

What should we talk about with them? What can a murderer and two thieves have to talk about?

Maybe they are gang members, but you used to be a police officer and you don't understand the gang culture in the community. You haven't been to the Shark Gang to get goods for a long, long time. You only know about this organization that they hire many children to transport drugs.

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[Part2·Burning Red Cloud]

You are powerless to change all this, you can only watch this car continue to drive into the depths of darkness.

You finally shut up—

——Boy Rhodes didn’t want to give up.

Regarding the arrogance you just said, he seems to feel angry and annoyed, and wants to distinguish between high and low.

"Hey! Ansai! Shall we play again?"

Ansai: "What are you playing for?"

"Just the last time! I played before entering the juvenile correctional center!" Rhodes continued: "I found a cyclist on the road."

Ansai became excited: "Yes!"

Rhodes: "Then put this stolen car on his ass!"

Do you understand half of it? The English spoken by these two little niggas is really bad, with local Florida slang and swear words.

It's not until the car enters the service road and reaches the living area that you understand the true meaning of this "game".

They drove onto a dark road with no sidewalk.

The red clouds in the sky are like the flames of hell, and the clouds are like the claws of the devil.

A new, weak, and aging target appeared - just as the two brothers thought.

This old man is riding a bicycle and is the best target.
To be continued...