Trafford’s Trading Club

Nikita had only known Anton for a few days, but maybe it was because they had experienced danger together, and now they were even more in the same boat, or maybe Anton gave him a feeling that he could talk to him.

Who knows?

Maybe he just had some things hidden in his heart and just wanted to say them out at a time like this, at a time exactly the same as twelve years ago.

"Oleg has always been a very strong man, and I have to say that he is really God's favorite. He is smart, he is strong, and he has the love of the most beautiful Kamala...hehe." Nikita When he said this, he smiled and said: "Actually, like many people, I am secretly jealous of the most beautiful Kamala and Oleg. But one thing that is different between me and others is that I also sincerely wish them the best. Both of them."

Anton outside the door... Anton Leer rarely heard about his mother Kamala from Oleg's mouth. He was unusually quiet at this time.

It's as quiet as if you were listening to the stories of your loved ones on the bed before going to bed and slowly falling asleep.

"Mom...why does Miss Kamala like Mr. Oleg?" Anton asked softly.

Nikita thought for a while and said: "Probably because of his innate sense of justice. Believe me, Oleg at that time was really a guy who could make everyone ashamed. Once, right? We My neighbors were harassed by some thugs. Just as we were discussing how to avoid the disaster, Oleg had already beaten these thugs severely... The people in the village were taken care of by Oleg, and now I want to Looks up, it’s really an incredible number... But, this incredible number is a joke.”

"Why?"

"When everyone you have helped turns against you in the end, will you still feel proud of how many people you have helped?" Nikita said in an almost mean tone. The voice said: "Those who once said thank you with a smile in front of you, in the end they said sorry to you and then hurt you without hesitation... Oh, dear Anton, please Believe me, that must be the most disgusting and saddest situation you can imagine. But it is also the most helpless situation."

Anton Leer frowned. He couldn't really understand what Nikita said. He could only ask: "What happened?"

Nikita breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Our village basically relies on mining for a living... Do you know? In that kind of mining area, the unfair and bad things that happen are far beyond yours." Imagine. Squeeze from the top, and disputes among miners. Over the years, these have formed a stable and balanced situation. What is the outside world like? For those of us who have grown up there, It is impossible to know at all. The only thing we know is that in this village and this mining area, whoever has the biggest fist is the truth and the ruler."

Nikita shook his head and sighed: "But Oleg is a person born with a strong sense of justice. He resists this lifestyle that is as corrupt as his soul. He instinctively hates the oppression of forces in the mining area. . He came up with the idea of ​​protecting everyone, and he even believed that as long as everyone is united, no one can bully us at will. So, he took action."

"At the beginning, because of Oleg's constant help and his reputation in people's hearts, many people were really anxious and willing to resist. We resisted unreasonable overtime, we demanded more vacations, and we demanded improvements. We even went on strike for food. In the end, Oleg even beat several black foremen directly and seriously injured him."

Nikita said with a trace of nostalgia: "At that time, I think it was the most promising time for the village in the past few decades. And Oleg was also considered a hero by us, but he did not become swollen; Guard this hard-won hope even harder. It’s just..."

Nikita's voice suddenly became sad: "Oleg forgot one thing, that is, not everyone can have a strong body, courage, and the most important sense of justice like him. Do you know ?The darkness in the mining area has never been dispelled, it just hides. Yes, like a poisonous snake, it carefully lurks in the darkness that cannot be seen by the light, waiting for opportunities to move."

"Who was it at the beginning? Anyway, I forgot. I only remember that during the day, when we were getting ready to go to work as usual, a miner was found lying in his home, and his left hand had been severely chopped off. When we found him, his left hand was actually not bleeding... because his left hand was very burned and all the bleeding areas were sealed. And his chopped off palm was still stuck to the edge of the wall. , as for the wall, there were a few words written in the blood of the palms: No resistance."

Nikita smiled bitterly and said: "The revenge of those people came so fast that we couldn't even react. Do you know? There is a difference between us and them. They are villains, they are real, just like evil ghosts, A villain who can do anything! Every day, we can hear about which family in the village was harassed at night, whose house was quietly set on fire, or who was beaten black and blue on the road. "

Nikita sighed and said: "It won't work anymore, it really won't work anymore. No matter how Oleg convinces everyone, there is no way to stop the spread of this fear. Even if there are still some of us who have been persisting, until then one day……"

"Those people said that as long as Oleg is handed over, and as long as everyone returns to their previous lives, they can stop wreaking havoc. They even promised that as long as Oleg, who is leading the trouble, is handed over, things will be improved. Otherwise, the work will get worse.”

"Ah!" Anton let out a low cry. He suddenly felt that his hands and feet were a little cold: "Then, then..."

"I'm sorry, we don't want to either. I have elderly people and children to take care of at home."

"I'm sorry... They said that as long as you surrender, they will let us go."

"I'm sorry...Oleg, please, please? You have always helped us like this. This time, please help us this time. They said they can forgive my gambling debt, otherwise ...I can only die."

"I'm sorry, Oleg, I'm really sorry...it's just that there's nothing we can do."

"We...we have never asked you to do these or so many things. This...this is just your own self-satisfaction!"

Nikita sneered: "That is the most apology I have ever heard in my life. I even know that they know what they are doing! If Oleg is a banner of hope, then they are cutting it off with their own hands. ! When they did this with their own hands, it meant that they were willing to continue to bear the bullying. But they had to do this. Who is not selfish? Who is not willing to protect his family? Those guys are really They know our weaknesses too well!”

"They... went too far!" Anton gritted his teeth.

Nikita did not continue on this issue, but said quickly: "Oleg was completely angered. He rushed out surrounded by many villagers and killed that place alone. When he walked out , all we saw was his blood-stained body... But when he looked at the villagers who were still holding various mining tools to block him, his heart was probably dead after being angry. "

Nikita opened the door, pulled on his pants and walked out, "After that day, Oleg took Kamala and left. I didn't think it was interesting, so I followed Oleg out and went to live somewhere else. , it can be considered a peaceful life for a few years, right? Oleg and Kamala also have a child. "

"But Kamala is still dead." Nikita took a deep breath and said: "It seemed that she died in a car accident, but in fact, she died seeking revenge. Although we left the village, But those people back then never planned to let us go.”

Shaking his head, Nikita washed his face and sighed: "Since Kamala died, Oleg has become more decadent. He has to be like this because he is afraid that he will not be able to survive." He knew that if he resisted that day, his and Kamala's only child would be implicated. It was like the villagers who had said sorry to him but dealt with him personally."

Nikita said with a trace of hatred: "Those people, after killing Kamala, did not continue to attack Oleg. I understand their thoughts! They want to make Oleg live in this kind of pain for the rest of his life." Among them, he can no longer think of resisting. Because it is too easy to kill someone, and killing someone's heart... is the best revenge."

He looked back at Anton sitting on the ground, a little curious, but did not ask anything. He sighed and said: "Anton, remember, no matter how powerful you are, one person's power is only one person's after all. Strength and one person's justice are only one person's justice after all. They are too weak and helpless. This helplessness and weakness can make a man as brave as a lion willing to become a sick man for the sake of his child. Cats, when faced with bullying, just choose to accept it."

"This is the story about Oleg that I know." Nikita suddenly smiled, as if mocking himself: "Probably, it is also the story of many people, right? We are all just as weak, so we can only We can choose to be indifferent. We hope for the emergence of heroes, but we will destroy them with our own hands. We fantasize about becoming heroes, happy with grudges, decisive in killing, capable of what others cannot...but we have never thought of enduring the sorrow of heroes. "(To be continued.)