A three-year-old child dragged his sister's coffin and cried out for justice in the military re

"Bang!"

The already dilapidated wooden door was kicked open with a loud thud.

The cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, instantly poured into the warm and cramped shack.

Along with the wind and snow, a nauseating smell of cheap liquor rushed in.

Erlaizi was wearing a tattered military overcoat that he had stolen from somewhere. He was carrying a thick wooden stick in his hand, and his face was flushed red, a mixture of excitement from the alcohol and a ferocious expression that twisted his features with greed.

Behind him followed three equally sleazy thugs, carrying ropes and flashlights.

The blinding beam of the powerful flashlight swung wildly in the dimly lit shack, finally fixing its light on the broken wooden crate and the small, thin figure beside it.

"Damn, there really is a kid!"

Erlaizi grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and laughed like a hyena seeing carrion.

"Five thousand yuan...that's a walking gold ingot!"

It hasn't moved year after year.

She was like a small animal forced to the edge of a cliff, her back pressed tightly against the cold wooden box.

Those eyes, which appeared excessively large due to long-term malnutrition, did not hold the fearful cries of a typical three-year-old child.

Only deathly silence.

That chill was even colder than the wind and snow outside.

Her right hand was hidden behind her back, gripping the scalpel blade tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

The sophisticated "computer" in my brain began to operate at high speed.

There are four enemies.

Adult male.

They all weighed over 140 pounds.

The weapon was a wooden stick.

She was three and a half years old, weighed less than 20 pounds, was severely malnourished, and had an ulcer on the sole of her left foot.

Win rate: 0%.

Escape rate: 0.01%.

"Ah... Ahh!"

The mute grandfather suddenly rushed forward.

This old man, who usually couldn't even stand up straight and would just laugh foolishly when bullied, was now like an angry old lion.

He spread his withered arms, blocking Sui Sui's way, and let out a hoarse, raspy roar.

He was telling them to leave.

With his frail life.

"Get out of my way, you old geezer!"

Erlaizi cursed impatiently, raising the wooden stick in his hand high.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

The wooden stick struck the mute grandfather squarely on the forehead.

Blood spurted out instantly, meandering down the old man's deeply lined face and obscuring one of his eyes.

Grandpa swayed, but did not fall down.

He gripped Er Laizi's clothes tightly, his throat making wheezing sounds like bellows, and desperately turned around to wave at Sui Sui.

Sui Sui understood that gesture.

go.

Hurry up.

"Damn it, you're asking for it!"

A thug rushed up from behind and kicked Grandpa in the stomach.

The old man flew out like a tattered sack, crashing heavily into the adobe wall in the corner, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"grandfather!"

Sui Sui opened her mouth, but no sound came out; only a tearing pain in her throat.

Blood instantly surged into those lifeless eyes.

That was the look in her eyes as she watched her sister being wheeled away in the lab.

That was a hatred etched deep into my bones.

"Hehe, little girl, don't be afraid, Uncle will take you to a good place."

Erlaizi stepped over his grandfather's body, rubbing his hands together as he approached Sui Sui.

The greed in his eyes was almost overflowing.

These aren't children, they're stacks of thick banknotes!

Sui Sui looked at the dirty hand reaching out to her.

The distance is half a meter.

Wind direction: Southeast.

The shack contained: a kerosene lamp, a pile of hay for warmth, and half a bucket of waste engine oil left over from repairing wheels.

enough.

Since hell won't accept these beasts, then let's turn the human world into a purgatory.

Just as Er Laizi's hand was about to touch her collar.

It moves every year.

Instead of retreating, she suddenly lunged forward.

Its small body was like a cannonball, but instead of heading towards Er Laizi, it rushed towards the shaky wooden frame next to it.

"Bang!"

The wooden frame collapsed.

The kerosene lamp fell to the ground, and its glass cover shattered.

The moment the flames shot out, Sui Sui used all her strength to kick over the waste oil drum next to her.

Black engine oil spilled out and instantly met the flames.

"call--"

The flames, like a venomous snake awakening, followed the path of the flowing engine oil and instantly devoured the dry grass on the ground.

The temperature in the cramped shack suddenly rose!

"Holy crap! Fire!"

"That brat's gone mad!"

The thugs panicked instantly.

The fire spread extremely quickly, with dry straw and old wood becoming the best accelerants, and thick smoke instantly filled the entire space.

Erlaizi coughed from the smoke and instinctively tried to back away.

It's now!

Sui Sui crouched down, taking advantage of her size, and like a nimble mouse, instantly scurried into the gap at the bottom of the thick smoke.

She didn't run away immediately.

She rushed to the cart.

The wheel that had just been repaired still had the warmth of Grandpa's hands on its bearings.

To prevent slipping, Grandpa specially nailed several sharp, long iron nails into the wheel rim.

Sui Sui grabbed one corner of the cart and, using the lever principle, lifted the entire cart up.

Her goal was not to escape.

It's revenge.

"what!"

Sui Sui roared silently in her heart, slamming the heavy wheel with iron nails hard into Er Laizi's foot!

"Snap!"

The sound of bones breaking was particularly crisp amidst the crackling of the flames.

"Awooo—!!!"

Erlaizi let out a pig-like scream, clutching his feet and rolling on the ground in agony.

The row of nails, aided by the weight of the cart, pierced right through the instep of his foot!

Blood instantly stained the ground red.

"My leg! My leg is ruined! Grab her! Kill her!" Erlaizi roared madly, his face contorted in pain.

The other three thugs were stunned by the sudden turn of events and couldn't open their eyes due to the thick smoke.

In the chaos, Sui Sui threw down the cart and turned to rush towards the corner.

There, Grandpa was struggling to get up.

Flames were already licking the roof beams, and crackling sounds filled the air.

"Walk……"

Sui Sui grabbed her grandfather's arm and tried desperately to drag him outside.

She is too young.

Even though she has a genius brain, even though she has a will that surpasses that of ordinary people.

But the rules of physics are cruel.

A body weighing 20 pounds cannot move an elderly person weighing 120 pounds.

Sui Sui was so anxious that she was covered in sweat, and tears mixed with cigarette ash washed down her face, leaving two distinct black and white streaks.

She wrapped the rope tightly around her waist, braced her feet against the ground, and used every ounce of strength she had.

Move it slightly.

Even the slightest movement would be appreciated!

"Boom!"

A burning beam crashed down, blocking half of the way in the doorway.

The inferno raged in the small space, as if it wanted to burn all evil and goodness to ashes.

Grandpa looked at the little girl who was desperately trying to save him.

Looking at her calloused hands, and her eyes, reddened by smoke yet still stubborn.

A smile suddenly appeared on the old man's blood-stained face.

That was the most kind, yet most desperate smile Sui Sui had ever seen in her life.

He knew that neither of them could leave.

This child carries a grievance.

She dragged that suitcase all that way.

She can't die here.

Grandpa suddenly unleashed a burst of power, like a final burst of energy before death.

He suddenly broke free from Sui Sui's hand.

Then, with his rough, large hands, he gave Sui Sui a hard shove.

"what!"

Caught off guard, Sui Sui rolled backward, tumbling out of the doorway that had been engulfed in flames and landing in the cold snow.

at the same time.

"Crack—Boom!"

The main beam, which had long been rotten, finally succumbed to the erosion of the fire and collapsed with a crash.

That thin, hunched figure did not run away.

Instead, he turned around and used his back to firmly block the falling roof beam, thus blocking the thugs who wanted to rush out to grab Sui Sui.

The flames engulfed him instantly.

At the very last moment.

Through the flickering wall of fire, Sui Sui saw her grandfather turn his head one last time.

His hair was on fire, and the flesh on his face was peeling off, but his eye was terrifyingly bright.

He raised his charred hand and made a gesture towards Sui Sui.

Those were the actions he had demonstrated to Sui Sui countless times over the past two days.

The index and middle fingers swing alternately, which is like two legs running.

Run!

"No……!"

Sui Sui lay prone in the snow, her mouth agape, letting out a heart-wrenching, silent scream.

It felt like I had swallowed a red-hot knife.

pain.

It hurts.

It hurts more than being injected with drugs in a laboratory.

It hurts even more than if the soles of your feet are worn through.

The mute grandfather who fixed her car wheels, cooked sweet potatoes for her, and would give her a simple, honest smile.

Gone.

Even that dilapidated shack, her only haven in the cold winter, was reduced to ashes in the fire.

"Catch that little brat! Don't let her get away!"

From within the sea of ​​fire came Er Laizi's furious roars and violent coughing.

They are not dead yet.

Sui Sui bit her lip tightly until the taste of blood filled her entire mouth.

She can't cry.

Tears can't save anyone.

Tears will only blur your vision and prevent you from seeing the way to escape.

She scrambled to her feet from the snow, rushed to the side, and grabbed the rope of the cart, which, though blackened by fire, was still intact.

The box is still outside.

That was an opportunity that her grandfather fought tooth and nail to secure for her.

Sui Sui took one last look at the burning fireball.

She wanted to etch this scene into her mind.

It's etched into our very bones.

Every beast who has hurt her and everyone she cares about.

She won't let any of them go.

I swear.

In her heart, facing the towering flames, she spoke each word slowly and deliberately.

The voice was childish, yet it carried a chilling aura from hell.

Turn around.

Pulling a cart.

That small, thin figure, dragging that heavy "coffin," once again disappeared into the boundless darkness and snowstorm.

Behind them, the fire illuminated half the sky.

It was like a grand funeral.

It's also like the prelude to a revenge plot.