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    Guan Cheng is a small employee.  The kind of clerk who looks frail and honest, has ideals but not much ambition, has some ability, but is not outstanding enough, has enough EQ, but is not so good.

    There are many such people on the streets of the city.  They seem to have the same appearance, the same taste in clothing, the same taciturn personality and even the same life trajectory.  They pass you silently.  Or show up among the friends you're partying with, sit quietly with a shy smile that longs to fit in, and watch others talk and laugh.

    Usually when the party is late at night, he will receive a call from home, and then leave in a hurry and embarrassment.  But it is also possible that on a certain day, he, who is extremely depressed, will inexplicably get himself drunk, and then pat his chest and brag, talk nonsense, cry or laugh.

    And when he wakes up, if he doesn't remember anything, he's still that shy little clerk.  If he has the misfortune to remember being ugly when he was drunk, then he will feel ashamed and quickly disappear from your sight.  Until a long time later, you were surprised by someone calling your name in the crowd, and when you looked back, you couldn't remember who he was.

    Guan Cheng is such a person.  Thirty-seven years old this year, he works in a bank and earns a salary that can barely guarantee food and clothing for his family.

    Although in such a troubled world, it is already very proud to be able to keep a job.  However, only Guan Cheng knows that this job is not as secure as his wife and children hoped.

    If it wasn't for the good-heartedness of my immediate boss, and the need for someone like me to work hard without complaining, I am afraid that this job would not belong to me long ago.

    Guan Cheng doesn't smoke, so he doesn't smoke and chat in groups like other colleagues on the sunny side of the terrace.  When he needs to rest and change his brain, he likes to hold a cup of coffee, go to the terrace at the back of the company building, and stay quietly for a while.  Although the wind over there is relatively strong and the scenery is not very good, it is better than the tranquility.

    On this cluttered patio where few people come, he can have five minutes all to himself, to be excited about a little extra bonus in this month's salary, or to spend time thinking about things like immigration, kids  education, and family expenses that are getting tense.

    But on this day, when Guan Cheng went to the terrace and looked down with his coffee in his arms, he saw a rough-looking military off-road vehicle parked in the familiar alley downstairs that he had stared at countless times in a daze.  Among the rubbish piles, several people were silently confronting each other.

    Seven men, one little boy.

    The fat man with the little boy was holding a dagger in his hand.

    On the other side, there were five sturdy men who seemed to be exuding the vigor of a leopard, surrounded by a man in his fifties who was wearing a jacket.  Each of them turned their bodies half sideways, with their right arms raised horizontally, holding a black pistol in their hands, aiming at the fat man holding a dagger.

    Guan Cheng was dumbfounded all of a sudden.

    He opened his mouth wide, and felt his heart jumping into his throat, his feet went limp, and the blood in his body seemed to be frozen.  He squatted down quickly, and pressed his shabby back against a large cardboard box, trembling and looking down through the gap in the railing, the coffee cup in his hand was shaking because of the violent body trembling.

    The bright spring sunshine shone down and was cut to pieces by the city's scattered high-rise buildings and continuous undulating roofs.

    The sunlight cast into the alley is a slanted golden light band passing between two skyscrapers in the distance. It only shines on the corner of one side of the alley, splitting the whole alley from the middle, half bright and brilliant, half dark  gloomy.

    The metal in the waste pile, the glass and the water on the ground reflect light in the sun.  The metal frame of the billboard, the eaves, and the shadows of the fat man and the little boy were stretched long.

    When Guan Cheng saw an armed man with an automatic rifle protruding from the warehouse window on the opposite side of the alley, he also saw the two vicious gunmen behind the waste pile not far from the side of the fat man, who carefully hid their bodies behind the heavy metal trash can.  Suddenly, he felt that this was not a dark alley behind a city building, but a grassland full of steaming heat waves after the rain.

    Two antelopes, one big and one small, were grazing in the sun, carefully raising their ears to monitor the surroundings from time to time.

    And not far from them, a few preying cheetahs had passed through the grove where the sun didn't shine, and surrounded them in the center.

    All it takes is a little trouble, and the murder will happen!

    Guan sincerely works hard??, staggering, refusing to fall.

    He didn't believe that he died like this.

    He originally controlled the country and possessed unimaginable power.  You can fuck the most beautiful woman, drink the best wine, live in the most luxurious room, and own the most expensive star cruise ship.  You can even grasp the fate of all people, watching them struggle, beg, and suffer in the palm of your hand, let people live and die!

    He had it all and lost it.  He is not reconciled, he still has a chance.  He can wait until Sober goes south, and execute all those who oppose him, even that idiot Brody.

    How could such a life just disappear?

    Hansford's throat made a rattling sound, and large streams of blood flowed out along his fingers.

    When he finally opened his dead fish-like eyes, he fell straight to the ground.  The fat man spat hard, turned and walked towards the off-road vehicle.

    "Mongrel! Serve it right!"

    Keep going!

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