Waiting for you to come back

James stood up abruptly from the ground, his eyes fixed on the unremarkable bouquet of flowers. Behind the bouquet, there was a muddy handprint, as if a child had clung tightly to the tombstone. It must be Luke's sibling, there was no mistake!

"It must be them!"

"Thank you, Mary!"

James didn't even care about the dirty soil on his knees, and ran towards the security room at the fastest speed. The mud on Mary's tombstone was still wet, so the two children must not have gone far. The security guard must have information about them!

"Bang!"

James quickly pushed open the door of the security room and anxiously looked at the old man who was feeding the dog.

"Grandpa, someone sent flowers to my wife's tombstone. Did two children come here? I saw a child's fingerprint on the tombstone."

"Do you know where they went?"

Seeing James's anxious appearance, the old man was pleased. James must be afraid that the tombstone would be damaged and wanted to find the two children to vent his anger.

He patted the dog beside him and said,

"Little buddy, you guessed it right. There were indeed two children who came here. But don't worry, I have already taught those two wild kids a lesson."

"You don't know, at that time, if I hadn't arrived early, those two wild kids might have done something. Kids like them are always hungry and will definitely eat the offerings."

The old man took a sip of tea and said, "Little

buddy, you know that offerings are meant to commemorate the deceased. If they are eaten by two beggars like them, it's disrespectful to the dead."

"Is that so?" James's tone instantly turned gloomy.

"Of course." The old man didn't feel James's change at all, still enjoying his tea.

"But don't be angry, young man. I said I would teach them a lesson and make your wife in the underworld feel at ease. Don't underestimate my old arms and legs, I have a useful dog."

"At that time, I couldn't catch those two wild kids, so I let the dog loose. You don't know, my dog is notorious for being fierce in this area. It directly bit off a piece of flesh from that boy's leg!"

"Hehe." The old man laughed twice and pointed to the blood on the dog's mouth.

"Young man, it's my duty to guard this cemetery from being disturbed. You don't need to give me any rewards. After all, it's all for the old man..."

"Reward?" James felt a surge of anger rushing to his forehead and kicked out with his foot.

"Bang!"

The dog slammed into the wall and died instantly.

"What do you mean? I kindly taught those two little beggars who stole the offerings, and you don't give me..."

The gatekeeper stood up and slapped the table, but before he could finish his sentence, James's hand was already on his neck.

"You call them beggars, but they are my children."

"They don't need you to teach them!"

James pressed the gatekeeper on the table, his eyes already extremely cold. "I originally wanted to ask you politely where they went, but now, it's not necessary."

"Give you ten seconds, think carefully where they went. One more second, and I'll disable one of your hands," said James calmly, despite his rage. He had the power to make even the King of Hell back down.

This man truly deserved the title of "God of Killing".

"Let me go! Do you know who funded this cemetery? Do you know who I work for?"

"I'll tell you, it's the Hill family!"

"If you dare to harm me, you'll be slapping the Hill family's face. The Hill family is half of the sky in Michigan."

The gatekeeper struggled violently, but James watched his watch. When ten seconds had passed, he collided his fist with the gatekeeper's arm.

"Ah!"

The gatekeeper's scream echoed throughout the cemetery. James looked at his watch again.

"Ten seconds. Only eight seconds left until the next ten seconds."

"You better stop talking."

James had little patience left. Every second that passed meant a lower chance of finding Luke and his sister.

"You..."

The gatekeeper looked at James fearfully, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything more.

"I'm listening."

He couldn't afford to waste any more time.

"They crawled out of the doghouse on the west side. Ahead of them is a forest. I don't know where exactly they went, but I know..."

"Ah!"

Another scream, and James broke the gatekeeper's arm. Then, he broke both of his legs.

The intense pain was too much for the gatekeeper to bear, and he passed out.

James looked coldly at the face that he despised. He couldn't understand how anyone could be so heartless as to set dog on two children who were not yet adults.

Even to the point of considering it an honor.

"It was the rule of law that saved you!"

James took a deep breath, resisting the urge to kill, and strode out of the security room.

As he walked out, he collided with Lisa who had just arrived.

"I'll go find kids first." James only said one sentence before quickly walking outside.

"I'll go with you."

Lisa hurried to catch up, also deeply worried about her nephew and niece.

Soon, the two arrived at the dog hole. James looked at the blood on the ground and instinctively narrowed his eyes into a slit.

He once again had the urge to kill.

After taking a few deep breaths, James took out his phone and made a call. He asked Freya to gather people to search the cemetery in a carpet-style search.

But fate seemed to be playing a huge joke on him, giving him hope and then despairing him again.

A carpet-style search involving thousands of people, centered on the cemetery and spanning the entire forest, could not find the two children.

In the early morning, at the Smith family villa, the first rays of sunlight shone into the room through the curtains.

James sat in front of the dressing table, dragging his exhausted body. This room used to be the bedroom he shared with Mary.

James looked at his scruffy self in the mirror, with a bitter smile on his face.

"You're really useless."

James shook his head, looking at the disappointment in the mirror.

He sighed and put his hand on a notebook. When he opened the first page, he froze in place.

This is the handwriting of Mary, and it was written from the day he left.

"Today, he is going on a journey. Actually, I am reluctant to let him go, but there is no reason to stop a man from fighting for his ideals, right?"

"But, I'll wait for you to come back."

"It's been 7 days since he left, it's been a week already. I miss him a little bit, but I can't contact him, so I'm a little worried.

Fortunately, my dad said that soldiers can't make phone calls for the first two months. I don't know how that big silly is doing in the army, whether he's being bullied or not."