From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 132 Farewell to the Dead
"Mr. Ferguson, our live broadcast signal has been lost!" Inside the boarding school, Jeff heard this news from his assistant as he looked at the dead Caitlin.

He instinctively took out his phone, wanting to make a call, but he couldn't.

This unusual situation surprised him somewhat. "It's not that the live stream was banned, but rather that the signal here was cut off?"

A flicker of fear crossed Jeff's face, and he immediately asked his assistant, "Caitlyn said this is her family's place, so is her home nearby?"

“Yes, it’s in the nearest city!” the assistant replied quickly. “Shouldn’t we contact them?”

"Contact them? They're probably already here!" Jeff said coldly. "Because of our live stream, what happened here has definitely spread all over the internet. Guess what they'll do?"

Once those words were spoken, everyone understood!
For those "old money" types, the simplest and most efficient method is actually to "silence" them.

Thinking of this, most of them slumped down. It wouldn't be difficult for the person who could cut off the signal here to kill them.

The shadow of death loomed over them!

"No, I have to get out of here, I can't die!" Drake shouted, ignoring the pain in his arm, and rushed towards the door!

Behind him was a group of people rushing out with him.

Everyone knows that it's hard to survive even if you run away, but it's even harder to survive if you don't run away!

In the end, only Jeff and his assistant remained in the room, and suddenly there was silence.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Jeff asked him curiously.

“You’re smarter than me. If you’re not leaving, then leaving isn’t a good choice!” the assistant said, showing a clear understanding of the situation.

"Ha!" Jeff laughed. "It's not that I don't want to leave, I just feel... that a person, at the very least, should be kind, right?"

He walked toward Caitlin's body. "Come on, let's carry Miss Caitlin's body out. She's dead; let her rest in peace!" (Americans also value this; their burial rate was once as high as 94%).

"If she's willing to feel ashamed and desperate because of so many deaths, she probably wouldn't mind being buried with the indigenous children, would she?"

Jeff didn't say more. He always felt that this place was not as simple as he had imagined. How could a place with so many Native American children's corpses be just a "school"?
There are probably more secrets hidden here, so the chances of surviving here are much higher than running around aimlessly!
"Bang!" Just then, a gunshot rang out from outside, making the two of them look up sharply. "They're here already? So fast?"

A cold wind blew gently around them, yet it made them feel comfortable.

……

The person who was hit by the bullet was Drake.

This new streamer, who was brimming with confidence that he was about to become famous, had previously paid the price for his arrogance by losing an arm; in an attempt to stop Caitlin's suicide, his already aching arm was shot again.

Therefore, even though he was the first to run, he was also the slowest.

Blood seeped from his shoulder, making him appear even more helpless in this wilderness.

But soon, he would no longer have to experience such helplessness, after all, a 7.62mm bullet fired from the wilderness had taken his head.

"Target cleared, proceeding to the next target!" Upon seeing the man's death, the other executor spoke into his earpiece before mounting the motorcycle beside him.

If you zoom out further, you can see more clearly that, in addition to him, there are dozens of other people around the abandoned boarding school, using drones to search for any trace of living people.

Soon, a second shot rang out, followed by a third, a fourth...

At the boarding school, Jeff, who was burying Caitlin with a shovel, couldn't help but sigh, "They're all dead. All eleven of them who ran away are dead!"

The assistant's eyes widened in alarm. "Boss, eleven shots were fired. They've really arrived? So fast?" "Didn't Caitlin say that this was originally her family's plan? They probably planned this all along..." Jeff said. "These people were probably already here!"

Although he could still calmly say such words, the unspoken fear was making him tremble all over.

It's impossible not to tremble. Those killers are openly expressing their malice. No one in this area can survive, not a single one!

Thinking of this, Jeff suddenly asked his assistant, "Do you think these children have also experienced the fear we feel while waiting for death to come?"

Upon hearing this, the assistant remained silent, simply finding a comfortable spot to sit down before saying, "Boss, I can't answer that... but what I want to tell you is that after learning this was the place where a group of children died, I'm no longer afraid!"

"They are so young, leaving their homes to come here to study. Shouldn't they be full of hope?"

"What were they thinking as they endured systematic abuse, were tortured to death, and even their souls were not allowed to rest in peace?"

The young assistant's eyes shone: "This isn't our America, not the free, democratic, and multicultural country the government portrays us as! This isn't like the education we received!"

Hearing the other person's words, Jeff felt much less afraid of his impending death and asked curiously, "If you survive this time, what do you want to do?"

"I want to spread this word, to let everyone with a conscience know that on this land, there are still so many children who have suffered such misery!" the assistant exclaimed, as if he had undergone a spiritual cleansing. "These are things that people did in the past; we cannot pretend they didn't exist, or pretend we don't know!"

Jeff shrugged. "See, that's why they want to get rid of us."

This statement left the assistant somewhat taken aback, yet also somewhat relieved. "Yes, only ordinary people have a conscience. Those capitalists, aristocrats, and politicians have no conscience at all!"

The two lamented that their deaths were near, and surprisingly, they were no longer so nervous.

Around them, the children who had just appeared reappeared, watching them quietly and waving at them.

"They... seem to be saying goodbye to us?" Jeff was somewhat taken aback when he saw this. He asked softly, "Are you leaving?"

"Hmm!" It was still the same little girl who had appeared at the beginning. Her face was still completely obscured, yet she could still speak, "Thank you for your help. We can leave now!"

The children nodded one by one, slowly disappearing from their sight.

These suffering souls, these children who should have been alive, have wandered here in solitude for over a hundred years, and finally have the opportunity to leave.

Jeff extended his hand to say goodbye, then said with a hint of self-deprecation, "Great, you guys go first. I might even meet up with you on the way!"

Upon hearing this, the little girl, who had already turned away, suddenly turned back.

She stared at Jeff and whispered, "Don't go out... It's... safe here..."

After saying that, she disappeared without further hesitation.

The two of them were left behind, staring wistfully at the spot where she had disappeared. In a moment of reverie, he seemed to see the situation from over a hundred years ago.

He saw the girl when she was still alive, running happily on the Indian reservation. She was so cheerful and optimistic, so free and open-minded, and so radiant!
That face carried a sense of freedom and lively joy, but now all that remains is a small, scarred piece of white bone on the ceiling!

Even so, she was still willing to leave something safe for the descendants of these "perpetrators"...

Jeff lay on the ground, holding his head. He seemed to understand why Caitlin had committed suicide. How could so-called "repentance" relieve that guilt and the oppression of conscience by morality?
He suddenly realized... the real enemy wasn't race, or the lower class, but those in power, the perpetrators!

(All conflicts are not racial conflicts, but class conflicts.)

(End of this chapter)