I bit my lip. I asked myself, I can rely on Director Hart once, can I rely him in the future?
There were risked everywhere in this cruel world. He was right. Only after you were strong enough, no one would bully you.
Director Hart didn't force me to answer. He laughed and said, "The process of to be strong is painful. Sometimes, it takes the price of life."
"The price of life?" I was stunned.
Director Hart patted my shoulder and said, "Yes! On the way to become stronger, it is not easy!"
I did not speak and left silently.
The lights were on and night was falling.
I sat on the street, looking at people come and go. In was envious about those couples hand in hand and those friends shoulder to shoulder.
I have nothing left.
My parents, my sister.
I lost everything, came to this strange city alone, being confused. I really wanted to blend into this world, but it always shut me out.
In this world, everyone hoped to be the favored one of God, but not everyone can succeed.
I already had nothing. What was I afraid of?
I turned to look at head, looking at Declan Hart, said earnestly, "Give me a cigarette!"
Declan shook her head and said, "Children can't smoke!"
I smiled. "I'm not a kid anymore."
Declan hesitated for a moment, shook out a cigarette from the box, and handed it to me.
After I lit it, the smoke choked me cough, making my eyes with burst into tears. I imitated the smoking in the TV, took a deep breath, and finally I was able to adapt to it.
It was the first time I'd ever smoked. When the smoke was in my lungs, and I felt dizzy, and I was thinking about life. To others sixteen-year-olds boy, it was a ridiculous question.
But for me, it was a serious question.
Was I still afraid of death when I had nothing?
I had nothing and I was confused about future. Why should I panic?
I would not forget that night, I wrote on the paper that when I returned to D City, I would protect my parents and Emelia!
But as a coward, why I had no courage to become strong?
If I went on like this, I would never go back to D City! How could I face my parents and Emelia!
I did not want to bow to the cruel world. I would like to take the challenge and become what I dreamed of.
Imperceptibly, the cigarette end had burned to my hand. I recovered, stood up, said firmly to Declan Hart, "I want to become a strong!"
Director show a gratified smile after hearing that.
Five years passed.
Five years!
Five years!
No one knew how I got through these five years.
I walked in the storm of blood, I danced among the dead.
How many times I was almost death? How many I got through soul-stirring things.
I was used to greedy junkies killing each other for a tiny crystal.
I had also seen those who were on their knees begging for mercy after losing all their money, being tortured to death for their debts.
Those drug lords never regarded people as "people". I had seen many people who had no money to pay their debts because of taking drugs, and they were treated as playthings. They took a knife to cut each blood vessel slowly, and blood spread everywhere, while around him, there were laughter.
I survived and became an unsung "hero."
"I'm sorry, I'm a policeman!"
When I stepped on Peter Hussain's back, I felt as if I were prostrate, pale and weak.
Peter Hussain, the most famous drug lord in Burma, was powerful!
He was a legend, a cult figure.
Now, I was stepping on him.
I was not excited. I cursed myself that I felt guilty for a man who had done many bad things.
But it was.
I had been undercover for five years.
Five years ago, I was sent to Burma by Declan Hart and became one of his many subordinates.
I stepped on the bodies of others, step by step, finally, I became his right-hand man.
The process was difficult, I did not want to think about it. I vaguely remembered, Peter put his arm around my shoulder, and drank with me. He smiled to me, "Hugo, believe me, I will give you the best girl in the world to play! I'll give you more money than you can spend in ten lifetimes! But if you're really undercover, I'll admire you! I will admire your perfection in being an undercover! And I'll hate you, too!"
Hugo Ross had been my false name for the past five years.
Peter Hussain and I were like brothers. He was more than twenty years older than I
Peter was under my foot, without a word. He tried to turn his head, looking at me, showing a ferocious smile.
"Haha, Hugo, wait for me!"
That laugh was especially harsh, making me ashamed.
"Take him away!" The two police directly arrested Peter Hussain.
I stood there in amazement. I did not know how long it took. Declan came up to me and handed me a cigarette.
I did not speak, but took the cigarette and lit it silently.
Declan was silent before he said, "You made it! I told you five years ago that a process to be strong is painful."
I looked at him with red eyes, sneered, "If you don't catch him now, I'm afraid later you can't catch him."
There is a reason why I said and Declan understood that fact. He said in a deep voice, "Your growth in these five years was beyond everyone's imagination. Actually at the beginning I did hold too much hope on you, but you are good. What worried me most is you are seduced by the interests of the Peter Hussain and become his man sincerely. It will be a devastating blow to me!"
If it was not for me to tip Declan, he could not catch Peter until he died.
There was no doubt about it, because I was capable.
I was an unknown hero. After I caught Peter Hussain, there was no great uproar. Everyone only knew that a drug lord had been caught, but they did not know that I had been an undercover for five years.
This matter was concealed. Only Perter knew I betrayed him. He was sent to prison. With conclusive evidence, he would be sentenced to be death.
To the people, I was a hero.
But to the underworld, I was a treacherous traitor
Declan took out two cards from his pocket, one was a bank card and the other was an ID card. He handed it to me and said, "There is money in it. You deserve it. I did not know the exact figure. Although it was nothing to you, it was the state's and my gratitude.
I took the card. For me, money was just a number. Peter held a birthday party for me. On that day I was home after I was drunk and found my house was full of money.
Dollars!
Declan wanted to pat me on the shoulder, but I sidled away. He froze where he was and stared at me intently. At last, he only smiled bitterly and said to me, "Go back to D City."
"Help me get rid of all the trouble I shouldn't have." I said coldly, "Otherwise, I don't mind let another Peter Hussain stand out!"
"You!" Declan sulked. "Are you threatening me? Jayden Hunter!"
Hearing the word "Jayden Hunter", I shivered and laughed at myself.
My name was Jayden Hunter, and I thought... I was Hugo Ross.
That evil Hugo Ross who killed people mercilessly...
I left the scene without saying a word, got into a police car and drove off.
I arrived at the airport and bought a ticket for D City.
More than five hours later, I arrived in D City...