[Part1·Desperado]

"A home-invasion shooting and murder case of a vile nature occurred at Tianguo Fuyin Health Products Co., Ltd. in Room 306 of the Gerwin Building in West City, Orlando."

"Currently, the murderer is on the run, and the number of victims has reached 21, including eight clergymen from a small evangelical church in the suburbs of the county who were also brutally murdered."

"According to the tire tracks left at the scene and surveillance video, the murderer was a black adult male about 195 centimeters tall."

"He was driving a Chevrolet Camaro from the outskirts of the county to the north of the city. I ask all Miami citizens to actively cooperate with the state police investigation and provide clues for the arrest - thank you!"

A sweet female voice came from the radio in the fast food restaurant, and you regained control of your body again.

I'm very dissatisfied, Ben Richter.

I'm really angry, this isn't the first time.

Obviously you can live a happy life, you can become a lion, but you have to pretend to be a sheep.

You have no way out, I can only help you get here.

Look at the motorway service point. If you leave your car keys on the roof of your car, what else could it be? There will be a scapegoat to help you get away with it - hahahahaha!~

Did you see that? A guy managed to open the door and got into the cab.

Yes, that's it. It's about 700 meters away. Do you want to go out and have a look?

You stood up and used your last eight dollars to buy a chicken roll and a medium Coke. This is the simplest happiness.

Then you walked out of the gas station and looked into the distance. Four Ford Explorers surrounded your stolen car. It seemed that everything was so logical.

This little thief is a habitual criminal, and he wanted to arrest him, but he took twelve bullets and still ran into the countryside. He is still running!

His bullet resistance is much stronger than yours! Mr. Ben!

You really should do some self-examination, why can't you eat so many warheads?

He had run eighty feet, then collapsed, then slowly, gasping for air, waiting for medical assistance.

During this time, he will die a slow and painful death, and you can only watch.

"Hey hey hey..."

Ben Richter's grin blossomed, and you felt unusually peaceful.

You walked out of the service point and headed to the parking lot. While it was getting late, there was a Ford Mustang in the darkness at dusk. You stared at it - it looked like a hot girl.

How long do you have to work and pay to get it?

You are not sure, maybe you will never have a chance in this life.

You hesitated for a while, just for a moment, then pried open the window, successfully ignited the car, and headed further north.

You clean up all the broken glass from the car windows and watch the seaside scenery along the interstate highway.

You sing along with the Eagles' "Desperado", and the mountains and sea outside the window are looking at you.

Yes, they are calling you and they are telling you stories.

You seem to understand what the city is saying, Ben Richter.

All of a sudden you can hardly see anything clearly, but all of a sudden, you burst into tears.

"Desperado, why don't you e to your senses?"

[Desperado, why are you still awake?]

"You've been out ridin' fences for so long now."

[I have been building a wall in my heart for so long]

"Oh, you're a hard one."

[Oh! You stubborn guy]

"I know that you've got your reasons."

[But I know you have your reasons]

You decide to go to Washington, to Jenny's city.

She is not your ex-wife, nor is she your girlfriend.

She was just a cheerleader for the University of Florida basketball team, and she had a one-night stand with you.

You said that was the happiest time in your life. You could hold a beautiful woman in your arms and talk all kinds of fancy words. It seemed that no difficulty in the world could trouble you.

You say you will become a policeman or an NBA star, but you don’t know why black people have to work hard to shoot the ball, or--

——As long as you shoot the ball, you can get more than 30 million US dollars a year. As long as you do this, you can become a multi-millionaire.

There are still so many people hungry in this world, and so many people suffering.

There are so many people struggling in pain and sorrow.

But you want to shoot basketball and make so much money!

When you talk to this white girl about these things, you know--

——You know you are a young and strong fool. Such is life, Mr. Ben.

Your soul makes me feel bitter and I want to cry.

Stop fucking singing! Please!

"These things that are pleasin' you!"

[Things that make you happy now]

"Can hurt you somehow."

[It can also make your heart ache]

"Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy..."

[Children, don’t draw that Queen of Diamonds—(The Queen of Diamonds can be a metaphor for money and power, or it can also refer to a girl who is materialistic and difficult to reach)]

"She'll beat you if she's able"

[All she will bring you is pain.]

"You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.."

[You know that the Q of red hearts is always your best choice - (the Q of red hearts can be a metaphor for true love)]

Have you ever had true love? Ben?

Real love? Family or friendship? Love?

When you get out of the police station, no one seems willing to help you, and it's too late to avoid you.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When you come out of drug rehab, you have almost nothing -

——Ben Rickert.

Welcome to America, a place where it's all about money!

Let's go! Keep going! Keep driving forward!

The scenery on the east coast is beautiful, with low hills, culverts, white beaches, a thin line of sky and water, and a bloody sunset.

Listen to the roar of the engine! It will also have to pay emissions tax in two years. The whole world is saving energy and reducing emissions, and is becoming carbon neutral.

No fire, only electricity!

You may never hear the sound of an internal combustion engine again, but it is the sound of an era.

The road is like a cradle. We are all children drowned in the cradle, and we always have a childish temper.

Are you listening to me Ben?

"Get out of my head..." You said, gently rubbing your temples: "Please, shut up."

"I don't want to do this, I don't want to..."

"This is not my intention, I just think..."

"I just feel like, no no no no..."

You finally put away all your kindness and wiped out all your conscience.

You just feel that there is not an innocent soul killed by the gun. This damn United States has abolished the death penalty, but there are so many unjust, false and wrong cases, and so many violent law enforcement.

Just for the North American Rifle Association to continue to enforce legal gun ownership, it will cost 303 lives in one day, on the first day of the new year, and they will all be killed by guns.

You're a little tired, Ben, even though I've said it many times.

You almost fell asleep from exhaustion. When you came to the suburbs of Washington, you found a second-hand black car market and gave the car of your dreams to a fat man for two thousand dollars.

You went to the convenience store and looked for a phone——

——Dialed the number of death, dialed the hotline of hell.

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To be continued...