I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

"What about McGuire? He should be out of prison now, right? We may be able to find some clues on him."

In the rental house, the unshaven McGuire sat in the dark room, staring blankly at the black-and-white photo in his hand in the moonlight. In the photo, the young McGuire was holding a little girl of four or five years old in his arms, and both of them were looking at the camera with smiles on their faces.

The child's mother died after giving birth to a girl. He worked hard to make money and raised his daughter as both a father and a mother. His daughter was also very sensible and hardworking. She was good at studying since she was young and showed excellent talent in dancing.

At that time, the alliance was promoting universal art education, and the price of extracurricular training classes was very low. He was confident that he could let his daughter shine in this field.

But everything changed later. When he was finally released from prison after serving his sentence for fifteen years, he went looking for his daughter with joy and guilt. With the guidance of his old mother, he finally found her in an entertainment venue...

The noisy and bustling place did not allow him to stop his gaze for a moment. He walked in front of a beautiful girl, and the image he had been imagining in his mind for many years gradually merged with the girl in front of him.

His appearance also attracted the girl's attention, and the two looked at each other in silence.

After a long while, McGuire forced a smile on his face: "You've grown so tall..."

The girl interrupted coldly, holding a cigarette in her hand: "Two hundred for the performance."

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

'Who are you? Either give me money or go away! Don't touch me!'

McGuire's years of accumulated emotions suddenly burst out at this moment: "I'm a dad!!!"

An angry roar suddenly made the noisy environment around them quiet down, and the girl's eyes turned red: "My father died a long time ago."

Taking back the photo in his hand, McGuire took out the newly bought envelopes and stationery, and continued to repeat what he did every day in prison. He would continue to write letters of denunciation, exposing the original situation to higher-level departments, asking them to clear his name and comfort the souls of his brothers in heaven.

Although his daughter has been found now, the two of them live under the same roof but have no communication. The neighborhood committee arranged a suitable job for him so that he can live a good life again, but this is not what he wants.

If he wants to make up for the fifteen years his daughter missed, he cannot let her have a father who is a murderer. Only by proving his innocence can his daughter accept him again.

His work gradually stabilized. Although the prison never reduced his sentence by a single day because of his constant appeals, he learned a lot of professional skills so that he would not be without a skill when he entered society.

However, all the real-name reporting letters fell on deaf ears, as if they had never been sent out.

Until this day

McGuire received his first salary in fifteen years, and he bought a lot of gifts, including fashionable skirts for girls, dancing shoes, thick coats for the elderly, and a big box of cake.

While he was wondering if his daughter would look at strangers in the same way after seeing these things, a car stopped beside him for a moment and then drove away, leaving nothing behind.

McGuire looked up at the three people surrounding him in the car in confusion, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

However, he did not receive the fist or weapon attack as he had imagined. Instead, one of the men handed him a video device and played a video for him.

A passage that made McGuire feel like he was falling into an icy cave, something that made him more desperate than the threat of being beaten.

The scenes in the video are exactly the home he thought was safe. There are images of his daughter walking around the house, a first-person perspective of himself talking to his elderly mother, and even a video of him being arrested and put into the car.

McGuire subconsciously touched his chest, but felt nothing.

The three men didn't speak from beginning to end. They handed him a stack of envelopes and pointed to a cardboard box in the corner. The box in their hands was full of the letters of denunciation he had sent out over the years, from more than ten years ago to the present.

Finally, the leader took out his black-and-white family photo from his arms, drew a vague X on his head and put it back, and finally patted him on the shoulder.

The car slowly stopped beside the cross-sea bridge and was dropped off for him safely.

The sea breeze blew McGuire's silver hair on his temples, and the gifts he prepared were placed at his feet.

McGuire reached out and touched the railing, looking at this building, which his fellow workers talked about as the beginning of the prosperity of their hometown, for a long time in silence.

After a long while, he turned back and knelt down in the direction of home. After kowtowed three times, he turned over and jumped down:

"Oh my God, you are blind and only bully honest people."

Chapter 405 Misjudgment?

When Lister and others found out about McGuire, he had already been sent to the morgue.

McGuire's mother cried so much that she had to go to the hospital for treatment, while his daughter sat in a daze on a chair in the hospital corridor, holding the gifts left at the scene in her arms, staring blankly at the street office and neighborhood committee to help her deal with her father's funeral.

As the prophecy came true, Dad really died.

The forensic report showed that McGuire committed suicide. He had no external injuries, his clothes were intact, and there was no sign of third-party intervention, so the process went very quickly.

He did commit suicide.

The union representative came and left in a hurry. After briefly expressing his condolences to McGuire's family, he left a sum of money. This was the recovery fee for the virtual shares of the factory that McGuire received after being converted to a regular employee.

The amount of money was enough for her to enter an art school to continue her unfinished dream and to start all her life and studies.

If she wants to.

She is an adult and it is her business how to deal with the money. She currently has no job, so grandma will be sent to a nursing home under the jurisdiction of the street office. From now on, no one will take care of her or help her.

She lowered her head and looked at the dancing shoes in her arms. A black and white photo suddenly appeared in front of her. Looking at the intimate photo of the two of them, she reached out to take it and tears silently fell.

In fact, she was happy deep down when McGuire was released from prison, but the grievances she had accumulated over the past decade had made her unsure of how to get along with her father. Whenever she saw that face, she would think of the bullying and contempt she had suffered over the years.

She held the photo in her hand and didn't cry or make a fuss, because no one would listen to her tears in the future.

Liszt withdrew his hand, looked at her with complicated eyes, turned around and prepared to leave.

'My father didn't commit suicide. He couldn't have committed suicide! I know he loved me. He couldn't have been so cruel.'

Liszt paused: "What evidence do you have?"

The girl wiped her tears and looked up at Liszt's back: "Yes!"

When she got home, the girl took out a pair of small dancing shoes from her locker, touched them again and again with nostalgia, and finally pulled out a folded paper from her shoes and handed it to Liszt: "This is what my father wrote, I... I kept it here."

In her memory, she was sleeping on the bed, and her father rushed into her bedroom and wrote something quickly. In her dimness, she heard a violent knock on the door, and then her father stuffed a note into her shoe beside the bed and quickly said: "Hide the things, Dad is innocent!"

A large group of police rushed in and grabbed him away. In panic, she took a quick look at what the item was. There were many unfamiliar words and she couldn't understand them, but she obediently put the shoes away.

Everything went very quickly, and the process from interrogation to prosecution was completed in less than two days. In the end, she was sent to prison for manslaughter, and she became the subject of discussion among her classmates.

Although the families had a very good relationship because they were good brothers, after this incident happened, not to mention the continuation of the relationship, not bullying the girl was already the greatest kindness of the two families.

It is easy to imagine what kind of discrimination a father with a murderer would face in school. Although the school has issued a strict gag order, the children have plenty of ways to isolate and ignore you.

As time went on, the little girl who had always believed that her father would not lie to her began to feel resentful. She gave up on her studies and started hanging out with gangsters. She forgot about the existence of the letter and has kept it until now.

Until now, it has never seen the light of day again.

Lister carefully opened the folded yellowed paper. The paper was brittle and had some spots on it. It was very good that this product from many years ago could be preserved for such a long time.

After looking around for a while, Liszt's face showed a mixture of surprise and solemnity. He walked quickly outside without saying a word.

At the same time, the group of people who were monitoring the end in real time saw the paper in Lister's hand on the screen and their faces suddenly changed: "I still have the draft! This old guy is really good at hiding, brothers, grab your weapons!"

"Boss, this is the detective..."

'Yes, untouchable.'

The man who had silently threatened McGuire before reached out and slapped one of them in the face: "Untouchable? Are you a fucking idiot? If we don't take it, we'll die today!"

"Think it through. It doesn't matter if we die. The most important thing is whether our family can survive!"

Liszt quickly returned to the car and started it while making a phone call: "Hello, team leader. I have new evidence in my hand that can make a key breakthrough in our progress... Yes, I'm on my way back now."

"Be careful? Oh, I'm very careful..."

Lister looked at the alarm that went off on the roof of his car. The vehicles in front of him quickly moved to the sides to leave him a lane. He smiled and said to the team leader.

Then he saw a huge dump truck appear in front of him, knocking aside the small cars that couldn't get out of the way and charging towards him at an extremely fast speed:

"Fuck!!!"

He threw the communicator away, turned the steering wheel with both hands, and directly knocked away the rear of a car next to him. He exerted force with his feet, and the police guard with a reinforced core suddenly burst out with powerful power, squeezing out two cars along the way and rushing towards another street.

The car that made all beings equal also knocked aside the cars blocking the road and followed him.

As the main model of transport truck in the alliance, its powerful power and solid structure make the surrounding Model T and Beetle no match for the dump trucks. It is like a mad bull running among a flock of sheep.

The team leader on the other end of the phone also changed color when he heard Lister's shout. His shouting attracted all the team members around him: "Quick! Get me a call from the city's armed police department, and rush out to rescue people!"

'What about the Police Office? They have a joint command system.'

"No! Tell them to transfer all the police officers around! Then transfer them to the SWAT team and have them send out the bomb squad, quick!"

The police helicopter patrolling the sky quickly flew over the two people who were in the middle of a chase, but it did not have the authority to directly destroy the dump truck in the downtown area. Given the strength of its body, it was difficult to deal with it with ordinary weapons.

Other heavy firepower is likely to injure civilians by mistake. Even if it succeeds in destroying something, due to the inertia of its huge weight when fully loaded, any building it rushes into will be buried with it.

However, after finding out what was posing a threat to the comrades at the front, the pilot in the helicopter quickly reported the situation and transferred a psychic in the police system to deal with this tricky big guy.

The most embarrassed one was Lister, who was fleeing frantically. He was highly focused on avoiding the vehicles in front of him, but the dump truck had no such problem at all and was moving quickly along the lane opened by Lister.

Seeing the protruding gravel in the dump truck's bed through the rearview mirror, Lister's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He was sure that if he dared to stop, the other party would squeeze him and the truck together like a sandwich, making it impossible to get out.

No, in fact the enemy is even crazier than he thought.

"Boss, I can't catch up!"

"Grass!"

The man pulled out an RPG from behind and loaded it with rockets: "I want to see if this thing can catch up!"

He quickly completed the installation, leaned out of the roof window, holding the RPG and aiming at Lister's vehicle, then a rocket with a tail flame shot towards the opponent.

"Swoosh...Boom!"

As luck would have it, Lister, who didn't dare to stop at all, ran a red light and crossed the traffic. A Beetle that was driving normally was hit by the oncoming rocket and exploded into a ball of sparks.

The man shrank his head and the dump truck crashed into the burning fireball and continued to move forward.

The helicopter in the sky was also shocked when it saw this scene, and then it was furious: [Calling headquarters, calling headquarters, the other party launched a rocket, which is a heavy lethal weapon, requesting immediate destruction. ]

While calling, the co-pilot weapons operator had already controlled the machine gun to aim at the speeding dump truck below, ready to pull the trigger at any time to smash it into pieces. Who knew that the order from the command center was:

【Reject the application, continue to follow. 】

Upon hearing this, the other staff members in the command center turned to look at the person in charge with strange eyes. The person in charge looked at the big screen without changing his expression, but the veins on his hand that was holding the communicator were bulging.

After the first shot failed, the man took out another rocket and reloaded it. Lister steered the vehicle left and right, trying to avoid the rocket by relying on the solid chassis weight.

However, such behavior was too dangerous when driving at high speed. The whole car tended to slide sideways due to his sharp turn. Fortunately, he reached the next cross lane and Lister was ready to turn the steering wheel sharply to merge into the traffic flow.

When the man leaned out to aim again and wanted to shoot, the sniper who had been aiming with a sniper rifle in the helicopter cabin found the right angle and pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Whoosh..."

Two shots were fired in succession, and both bullets hit the opponent accurately. One of them hit the head, and half of the skull flew off on the spot.

As the vital signs disappeared, his fingers loosened and the rocket flew obliquely into the sky. At this time, Lister completed the turn and merged into the traffic, and the rocket rushed over him.