Chapter 12

The girl's skin was very pale, there was no trace of blood on her delicate and pretty face, and her body was very thin.

At first glance, it is caused by a prolonged deficiency of hunger and thirst.

At this point, she is no longer the original self and is now Kyle.

Kyle sat up slowly, got up from the quilt covering her body, walked barefoot, swayed towards the hallway, wearing a white T-shirt and shorts one size larger, as if a gust of wind could knock her over.

But every time he took a step, the slow aura on her body dissipated, as if some kind of power had been instilled in her, and with the naked eye he could see that the sunken pale skin gradually became pink and elastic.

When he walked towards the refrigerator, he had undergone a complete and earth-shattering change.

She is no longer the girl who is almost as weak as an old man due to illness and has become healthier than an adult girl.

Every minute and every second, the body structure of this body is strengthening at an inhuman speed.

Then, Kyle opened the refrigerator, looked at the few cans of nutrient solution left in it, shook his head, took out a bottle of milk from the side, closed it, walked to the balcony, opened the curtains and drank.

Drinking milk while he contemplates the landscape on both sides of the street.

The originally gray pupils have turned into his characteristic noble blue.

"A miserable and pitiful life~~"

This body still retains some memories, Kyle couldn't help but sigh after flipping through it, he lost his parents and lived hard with the most optimistic attitude towards life, learning to earn money, but he suffered from illness again and finally died alone in his room. .

The saddest thing is that I don't have a single friend.

Death is also a relief for this girl.

Suddenly, Kyle paused: "Um, why do I have to choose a girl even for my avatar? Could it be influenced?"

Logically speaking, he was a pure man in his previous life and transmigrated to become a girl, due to Athena's divinity, there was nothing he could do about it, but when he chose a second body here, he subconsciously chose a girl again. .

This left Kyle deep in thought.

Could it be that he has been assimilated?

Thinking about it, Kyle couldn't help but shudder. Fortunately, she swore that her sexual orientation was fine and that he still liked girls. As for girls liking girls, isn't that normal?

Ignoring these details, Kyle drank all the milk, went to the closet to pick out a gray sweater and sweatpants, put on a peaked cap, grabbed her bank card and his ID, and left the apartment.

The place he is going is Morocco.

Morocco is a coastal Arab country in northwest Africa, where the tourism industry is highly developed and is considered one of the richest countries in Africa.

In Morocco, 75% of the population are Arabs and the rest are mainly immigrants. Morocco is the main tourist area in Africa.

Most of the cities here are coastal cities.

Therefore, the beautiful landscapes have become the calling card of foreign tourism in Morocco, many rich people and tourists from all over the world like to travel to Morocco.

But like most countries in the world, crime and chaos occur here too.

Asilah is a small coastal city in Morocco.

The town has a very strong Moroccan style, the construction style of the Mediterranean coastal city is white and blue, with a feeling of combining sea and sky.

Under the scorching sun, on the beach of Asilah City, there are countless tourists, men and women who come here to surf, sunbathe, play beach volleyball, a very lively scene.

Similarly, there are local kids here working hard to run their own small businesses.

Pushing the old little food cart, locally picked fresh fruit and fried juice are sold.

But the benefits that the children obtain do not belong to themselves, but to the local gangs that control them.

Alfredo is one of them.

He is a fourteen-year-old boy with short, messy brown hair and green pupils. His body is not tall and he is a little thin. After being exposed to the sun, his skin becomes slightly dark, which is somewhat incompatible with the skin of most white people here.

He diligently pushes a cart and sells fruits and juices to tourists.

I don't mind dry lips and a lot of dead skin.

He must work hard to perform today, if he fails to complete the task, he will not only have no food, but he will also be brutally beaten.

"Beautiful girl, why don't he try the prickly pear, the dates and olives are also very good and the price is very cheap."

"Sir, do you want to taste the fruit of the town of Asilah?"

With the loud hustle and bustle of the beach, Alfred did his best to sell to the tourists, after several hours, he used up the fruits and juices in the cart until the glow of sunset appeared in the sky.

He pushed the cart to the side of the road, sat down on the steps, looked around carefully, and counted the money happily.

After finally confirming that the task was complete, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out a bottle of mineral water from the cart, and drank it in large gulps.

After drinking, he wiped his mouth, rested for a while and looked at the couple and family on the beach playing happily, his eyes couldn't help but feel sad.

He should have had a nice, warm home, but the damn gang destroyed it all.

Thinking of the tragic death of his father and his mother in the shooting, he couldn't help but grit his teeth, there is always a chance and he must take revenge.

He never forgot the quote he had read from Sherlock Holmes.

When justice is not done, pure revenge becomes the only justice.

Only revenge is the meaning of his life.

While Alfred was in his thoughts, several people came up behind him, among them, the leader gave an order and a strong man with a tattoo on his neck reached out and slapped Alfred on the back of the head.

snap ~

The powerful blow pushed Alfred's head and hit the cart in front of him hard.

With a "plop", he fell to the ground.

ah~~

Alfred groaned in pain, resisted the dizziness and pain, covered his head and stood up, looked at the men with mocking eyes in front of him, suppressed the anger in his heart, and whispered: "Boss."

"Who told you to rest? Get out of here when you finish selling your things."

"Got it boss".

Alfred pushed the cart along the road to the street on the outskirts of town.

On the street there is a slightly larger old duplex building. The iron door has been opened, slightly wide. He entered the door, and on the sides of it are two strong men. After a glance, they didn't care about me and continued to smoke. a cigarette.

He goes through the iron gate and places the cart in front of the shed, which is already full of carts.

Then he entered the old building, there was a table at the door, where he paid the money, and after the manager finished counting the money, he nodded and perfunctorily said a meaningless sentence: "Good job, boy, keep working."

"Yes~~"

Alfred turned and walked in without any emotion in his long, half-lidded eyes.

As soon as he enters the old building, he can hear all kinds of noisy sounds and smells.

The smell of smoke, the smell of sweat and the intertwining of smell and rancidity made people sick, Alfred was already used to those smells, so he headed directly to the innermost part of the hallway.

He skipped through the rooms, he walked to the innermost cafeteria, the cafeteria was not very spacious, he ignored the children who looked like walking corpses, and received today's dinner.

Dinner was very simple, just two pancakes and a mixture of potatoes and radishes.

He returned to his bedroom with dinner.

The dormitory is not large, it has eight bunk beds and can accommodate sixteen people. He returned to his bed and the sixteen little children did not speak, but greedily ate their own dinner to satisfy his hunger.

After filling his stomach in a hurry, he went to the public bathroom to take a cold shower.

This time is the most relaxed time for all the children. During dinner time, except for the guard at the door, everyone else eats in the canteen on the second floor, where you can hear the chattering from above when taking a shower.

This is also the time when Alfred is most likely to hear information.

This information may play an important role in getting revenge on him in the future.

Looking at the boys who were showering next to him, he listened to information while he showered as if nothing had happened.

Remembering some key and useful information, Alfred quickly dried his body and then returned to the bedroom and lay down on the bed.

Looking at the hands that were already full of calluses, he took a deep breath in his heart, he was still too young.

However, he can find opportunities, he needs money and he also needs weapons.

He lying in bed with his eyes closed, thinking.

Find your own plan.

As for the others, they are already lying in bed and started to rest, and they still have chores to do at night.

Just when Alfred was thinking about his future plans, suddenly there was the sound of dense and hurried footsteps outside the door, followed by a knock, and the door was kicked open causing a loud noise.

Everyone in the house was surprised, including Alfred.

Suddenly, everyone got up from the bed, looking at the several strong men who entered the door in panic, and saw the few leading strong men ignoring the others, walking directly towards Alfred, he still with puzzled eyes, He was hit in the head by a wooden stick.

Alfred's pupils shrank, and in the next second, a severe pain surged from his forehead, the pain almost making him howl.

Under the terrified gaze of the other children, two strong men continued to beat Alfred's body with sticks until Alfred was covered in blood and could not help but cry.

In the end, Alfred was beaten until his last breath.

The burly man held the blood-stained wooden stick and indifferently pulled Alfred's head with his hands, nodded, turned his head and surrounded the trembling and frightened children, and said coldly: "In the future, whoever dares to think of revealing himself, then he would end up like him, they heard.

"Understood~" The children were shocked upon seeing the bloody scene and hurriedly nodded.

hum ~~

The strong man snorted coldly, looked at the young man sitting on the bed next to Alfred, and raised his chin slightly: "Boy, you have done a good job, you don't have to do anything these two days, and I will arrange it so that you can do some things." relaxing things in the future."

"Yes, Chief Samba."

The boy's face immediately became excited, and the trace of guilt for denouncing Alfred in his heart disappeared without a trace.

He was already fed up with this damn job, and he even had a bit of contempt for Alfred in his heart, thanks to Alfred talking in his sleep when he got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, letting him know that this guy wants to rebel. .

Afterwards, he kept watching Alfred for a month and finally made him realize something abnormal about this guy, and only after he was sure did he find Samba's boss.

The eyes of the other teenagers in the same room flickered with disgust and envy.

Samba ignored him, roughly grabbed Alfred's dying body and walked directly to a room on the third floor.

The room is bright and the interior decoration is a bit luxurious compared to the lower two floors.

A bald man with a gloomy expression was sitting on the sofa, and Samba brought him to Alfred: "Boss, that's him."

The bald boss had a cigar in his mouth and a gold chain around his neck. He looked indifferently at Alfred, who was bleeding all over his body, and slowly stretched out his hand to pinch his chin with a little force. Alfred slowly opened his eyes. eyes and saw the man in front of him that he once dreamed of killing, his eyes were full of hatred.

"Wow, I didn't expect to hide a guy like you under my command, you are very brave."

The deep voice is full of oppression.

Alfred looked directly into the bald boss's eyes and suddenly spat blood in his face.

The bald boss didn't seem moved, but he took out a tissue from the box next to him, wiped his face, took a gun from his arms and aimed it at the weak Alfred's head.

Before the latter's eyes filled with reluctance and anger, he pulled the trigger mercilessly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Blood splattered, Alfred's head and chest had some bullet holes, the flame in his eyes went out and he finally lost his glow completely.

"I cut him up and gave him to the dogs, by the way, I cut off the valuable organs from his body before cutting him into pieces."

"Yes Boss".

A few minutes later, Alfred's body was dumped on a bloody autopsy table in the morgue in the basement, Samba walked behind the isolation area and explained to several men who were eating.

He then turned around and left.

No one noticed that there was inexplicably a trace of fire on Alfred's corpse on the autopsy table.