Chapter 41 "Windfall" (41) Confusion

The two were sitting in a pizza shop near the supermarket,

The jukebox was playing soft retro music, the seafood cheese pizza on the table was almost cold, and the shiny knives and forks were placed on the white napkins, and no one took them.

Roy's eyes were wandering, staring at every customer around him with vigilance, worried about the potential killer among them, and worried about the bullets that might fly at any time.

Anna scooped up a spoonful of creamy soup, put it to her mouth, and then slowly put it down.

"What, it smells bad?"

"The food in this store is very good, I just have no appetite."

"Eat something, I'm hungry too. I'll take you back after eating."

"What the hell happened? You came here in such a hurry and you're so angry...hitting someone, you scared me, Roy."

"I'm sorry, I...I'm just...worried about you."

"worry about what?

Are you worried that someone will kill me?"

"take it easy."

After observing all the customers, Roy finally confirmed the safety of the restaurant and withdrew his wandering eyes:

"Since we are about to leave this planet, you and I should be more careful. The public security is not very good recently, so try to go out as little as possible."

"You are more nervous than anyone else, and your nose is covered with sweat."

"Really..." Roy raised his sleeve and rubbed his nose.

Anna sighed: "There is something important that I have to ask. It feels uncomfortable to hold it in my heart."

"Ask." Roy picked up the knife and fork.

"That collector, that generous collector who bought your painting..."

"how?"

"He doesn't exist at all, right?"

Roy almost choked on the half-chewed pizza and said calmly: "What are you talking about? Hurry up and eat."

"I don't blame you, dear,

I know that your lies are all in good faith. Where does your money... come from? I hope you can tell the truth."

"Don't ask, you don't want to know."

Anna held his hand: "I love you, Roy,

No matter what happens, I will stay by your side unswervingly. Tell me what kind of trouble you have caused, and we will face it together."

Roy took a deep breath: "Let's eat first. The walls here have ears. Let's talk about it after we get back to the car."

In the car, Roy told the whole story.

Even though she had an ominous premonition and was mentally prepared, Ana still couldn't accept it when she heard about the shooting.

Tears were shining in his big blue eyes, and his nails were pulling at his hair: "Oh my God, my dear, what have you done...Those people...we cannot afford to offend!"

"I'm so fascinated. Who wouldn't be moved when seeing that money?" Roy lay on the steering wheel, looking at the muddy pedals, feeling very regretful:

"I should have gone home earlier that day, I shouldn't have taken shortcuts, and I shouldn't have taken the box of money. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in this world. It was already too late."

"I can't even imagine what terrible things will happen next..."

"Be open-minded. The other party may not know that we want to immigrate. After these few days, we will be free."

"Beep beep beep..." Roy picked up the communicator; "No message, no call... Oh, by the way, it's your communicator ringing. I brought it over and it's in the glove box.

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Anna answered the phone and talked about Albert. As she spoke, her expression became more solemn:

"Thank you for telling me this, thank you very much!"

"What happened to your brother?"

"Brother Albert...he participated in the strike march, and his co-workers told me about it."

"Too dangerous! What is he thinking?"

"Without my daughter to depend on, my eldest brother, who was already depressed, became even more depressed."

"It's not surprising. If you lose a lovely child like Lisa, everyone will be depressed. The question is, there is no sign of why he participated in the strike."

"His co-workers said on the phone that because of the unfair treatment in the factory and the accumulation of various negative emotions, brother Albert suddenly became irritable and irritable. His friends were worried that he would do something stupid or something stupid.

I couldn't stop him, so I called my sister."

"Hey, I hope he's okay."

Ana was holding the communicator, looking restless, and her palms were all sweaty: "No, I can't sit here and wait, I have to persuade him to come back."

"Wait a minute, let me think of a solution." Roy called the VIP customer service line of Norton Security Company. After some negotiation, he got a disappointing answer:

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work. The security company is only responsible for protecting the client's personal safety.

Although black gold card customers have additional privileges and can customize services, security companies are unwilling to get involved in union-related incidents because peaceful demonstrations may turn into bloody conflicts at any time."

"There is no other way. I have to go to the scene to find my brother and persuade him to come back."

"Are you crazy? It's too dangerous!"

"I'll just go by myself. Send me to the station."

"Look at what you said... How can I ignore it! Sit tight, let's go together."

Roy knew he couldn't persuade her, so he had no choice but to drive to the scene of the incident. With countless similar cases as a warning, he knew the dangers of this trip.

He thought that if he put himself in a dangerous situation, the security company would send people to rescue him in order to fulfill the contract, and Anna's brother happened to be rescued together.

The in-car TV was showing footage of the parade.

The scale of this parade was extraordinary, with tens of thousands of people participating, and workers from the Spike dye battery factory where Anna and Roy originally worked also joined in.

What these people participating in the strike demonstration have in common is that the factories they work in are all industries under the Sakura Group, so the venue for the demonstration was naturally chosen near the headquarters of the Sakura Group.

"Oh my god...I see our old colleagues on the screen."

Anna covered her mouth in shock: "Mr. Jimmy Brown, the president of the Automobile Industry Federation, the largest union in the city, personally led this event. The morale of the workers has been greatly boosted. Now things are about to get serious."

Since the nearby roads were blocked, Roy could only park the car on the street and walk there holding Anna's little hand.

A large number of police cars, armored vehicles, and helicopters are arriving. Police officers, National Guardsmen, journalists, and onlookers are all gathering in the same direction.

The two held hands, pushed open the guardrail, crawled through the barbed wire, and crossed numerous obstacles before finally arriving at the scene.

That pure white, towering building is the headquarters of Sakura Co., Ltd. The surging crowd has surrounded the building. It seems that there are far more than 10,000 people.

Most of the participants were automobile industry workers wearing blue uniforms, and there were also construction workers wearing fluorescent yellow vests and yellow safety helmets.

Not only the Automobile Industry Federation was involved, people were holding various union flags, holding signs with angry slogans, and shouting slogans:

"Give me back my hard-earned money!"

"Working 15 hours a day is not enough to make people survive!"

Anna stepped on the overturned trash can, folded her hands and shouted loudly: "Brother Albert! Where are you?"

Her voice was instantly swallowed up by the noise of millions of people. In the vast sea of ​​people, one person's goal is too small.

Anna was so anxious that she wiped away her tears and wanted to rush into the parade to find her brother, but Roy stopped her: "If you squeeze in, you won't be able to find him. Let's find a place with a good view first."

The corporate soldiers of Sakura Co., Ltd. formed several dense columns to guard the fence of the building yard. These people who have undergone rigorous military training are strong and have better equipment than the York City police.

Wearing a black full-face steel helmet and black plastic armor, with a slingshot stick, pepper spray and stun gun attached to his armed belt, he was raising an explosion shield to resist the thrown stones.

"Bang!" A fragment of brick happened to pass through the gap in the shield wall and hit a company employee who was not wearing a helmet.

The split scalp was bleeding profusely, and his white shirt was stained red. The unfortunate guy was quickly carried on a stretcher to the company's infirmary.

"Okay! Smash these bastards to death!"

The demonstrators cheered and more stones were thrown, hitting the shields like raindrops.

(These people are not righteous,) Roy thought;

(They are not kind and pure, but one thing is certain, they are angry and willing to die in exchange for a small scar on their enemy.)

"If it weren't for this windfall, maybe we would be among this group of angry people." He said to Anna.
Chapter completed!