Demolition Earth

Chapter 68 Salvaldo

Back in the car, Salvaldo found a box from a hidden compartment in the back seat of the car. He opened the box and took out a pistol and a box of ammunition from it.

The pistol and bullets are brand new, and the matte gun is slightly cold and textured in the hand.

He removed the magazine and loaded the pistol with the bullets one by one, feeling as if he were imbuing the gun with some kind of life, or will, as he did so.

When the magazine was finally full, he picked up the delicate piece of iron and tried to aim it at his temple first, which made him subconsciously afraid, which felt good, he felt his will along the body, along the The arm is passed from the finger to the trigger, then to the bullet, and the firing pin, and finally, to the muzzle and his own temple.

It's hard for a man to be afraid, but with a gun in his hand, it's easy.

He didn't have much experience shooting guns, he just tried it a few times secretly in front of a few soda cans in the suburbs.

But he checked the pictures of some people on the Internet after being shot. It was like a can, a hole was cut in the packaging, and the contents flowed out... I heard that it didn't hurt because it was very fast.

But if he is shooting someone, he doesn't have good marksmanship, and usually he will hit the torso and internal organs... He imagined the scene of blood flowing all over the ground, and felt scared, even more scared than when he was aiming at himself just now. feel strange.

Salvador has been a well-behaved child since he was a child, an ordinary person born in a normal, even superior, developed country.

Parents are engineers, and they are not strict with themselves, but they never get into trouble.

He has a beautiful older sister, and his mother is very busy at work, and she takes care of herself like a little mother.

I grew up under such warm care during my childhood and adolescence, which made his character very docile. People who know him well, his wife, his father-in-law, his classmates, colleagues, all said that I have a gentle personality.

He has seen those who are not gentle. In school, they play pranks in class, and angry teachers chase all over the school; in the community, they park cars everywhere, turn on the party stereo loudly, and squint their eyes when you come to ask for it Smoking, I don’t want to talk to you at all; at the parade site, many people hide behind the crowd and throw stones at JC, these people are often not part of the parade, they just think it’s so funny, when JC starts to release tear gas and water guns At times, these people would hide in the background shouting and shouting, and then use the mobile phone to record the scene and promote their bravery on Twitter.

He had hated them before, because he, like everyone else, was comfortable with an orderly life.

He used to like life very much, commuting to and from get off work at a fixed time every day, dating his wife, listening to the guitar in the restaurant while talking about interesting things in life; on weekends, sometimes he went to his parents for a family reunion, and sometimes he was with his wife People drive to a favorite tourist spot for sightseeing...

The long-term and orderly life gave him an illusion, as if the beauty of life is taken for granted, and it should and must continue like this.

He would see theater troupes and the economic downturn in the European Union on TV, but as long as he had a job, these seemed far away from him; This policy feels that he has to fulfill his civic duty and ask his relatives and friends to vote together; he saw the news on the Internet, saying that the troupe has a new medical technology, and many people have been treated. He just sighed, The current technology is really changing with each passing day, and the progress of this society is so fast...

Until one day, he felt severe stomach pain, which was unbearable, so he made an appointment with the doctor.Half a month later, he was told by the doctor that the liver cancer was terminal and his life was coming to an end.

There was no need for treatment anymore, and he could make his own bucket list.

He joined several patient forums, hoping to get some support from them, but there was nothing. Many ordinary people, like him, fell ill, treated, supported, died, or committed suicide.

These stories are repeated again and again. From the establishment of the forum more than ten years ago to the present, the final process of countless people's lives has been left in the forum.

They know, they heal, they fight, they succeed, but mostly they fail.

Salvadore was unwilling and unwilling to end his life like this, but the development of his illness soon made him realize that perhaps ending as soon as possible was not the worst outcome.

Periodic and irregular episodes of excruciating pain quickly turned him into a painkiller addict and a D addict.At the beginning, he still worried about the side effects of drugs and the negative effects of D products, but he soon realized that these were nothing compared to the ongoing pain.

The cancer cells could have killed him several times before the side effects of the drugs and the painkillers killed him.

At that time, he bought this pistol, and if one day, when the pain developed to the point where he couldn't bear it, and he couldn't even use medicine to restrain it, he would give himself a good time.

He had already resigned himself to his fate, just like all terminally ill patients, he was very determined to compete with the illness at the beginning, but soon they would be overwhelmed by the pain all the time, and life would soon be over. The original glamor has faded away, and it has become pure and endless pain.

That kind of life quickly makes one realize that maybe ending isn't the worst option.

So Salvador started preparing his bucket list, and just as he was about to start implementing it, news broke.

In one day, hundreds of terminally ill people were treated, blue sky, blue cross...

These unfamiliar words appear on all forums, websites, and social media.

Salvador still remembers the scene of Benita holding up the mobile phone, laughing and crying, asking him to go to the treatment. He was also completely silent at the time, in the ecstasy of the good news that came suddenly——God did not abandon me , there is always hope in life.

But the news that came later brought them back to the cold reality.

One million euros is an unimaginably huge sum of money for this ordinary family.

Like everyone else who couldn't afford it, Salvador made a simple wooden sign at home with the slogan "Blue Sky Technology Open" and carried it into the street like a flag. went.

The first time I went to the street was spontaneous, no one organized, a large group of people didn't even have slogans, they just held some slogans of their own, and stood sparsely in front of the cordon. Now that I think about it, I don't even count as beggars, beggars They also know how to put a box for change, but they are just a group of begging beginners, forced to pick up beggars' outfits, but they don't know the correct begging posture.

Soon they start to learn.

We began to unify slogans and requirements, select organizers, raise funds, notify the media in advance, and collectively leave messages on websites and social media... But the government's attitude has always been firm and has not wavered in the slightest.

Some people began to try and raise money by all means, some discussed robbery, some proposed to kidnap rich people...

Salvaldo is a gentle person, and the changes of these people made him feel strange and scary.

But fortunately, most people are like him. They feel that committing a crime directly is not the choice of a kind person. They believe that as long as they can fully express their anger, their request will be taken seriously.

So next, the behavior in the parade was upgraded. They began to prepare some protective gear and stones, hoping to advance a few steps in front of the cordon, so that their slogans could be heard by those who lined up, but there were always people who would secretly Prepare some personal weapons, such as replacing rocks with raw eggs, and some people even prepare improvised Molotov cocktails... Many terminally ill people don't care about making a big fuss.

So the parade went out of control, and at the same time as the first raw egg bloomed on the explosion-proof shield, dozens of tear gas bombs shot into their team.

They were smoked and rolled all over the floor, and all of them were sent to the detention center, but that night, two of them fell ill in the jc station...so they were all released again, and jc warned them that if there were any more Once, they will file a lawsuit for endangering public safety. If they go to prison, even if they have money, they will have no chance to come out and buy places, because S therapy is not among the treatment options in prison.

(End of this chapter)