A Spy

Not all spies are bad.. Well, this will differ from the perspective of the country he is serving or the one he is spying on..

But do you agree with me that most of them lived a hard life? correct ?

This story is when I was young and before I died.. I thought my life would be longer, but...

Chapter Three: A Spy

my name is Ali ...

Well as my name suggests it sounds Arabic but in reality I am not..

To tell you the truth I have to step back a bit

Immediately after the Second World War, silence began in the world, or that is what you will think, since you are a normal person.

It is true that there is a lot of calm and not sending missiles and bombing a city in less than a second and so on

But another war began...a war of another kind...a war that tells you who is really smart

Power has become nothing after owning more than one country.. Missiles and nuclear reactors. Blowing up the world has become an easy task. A baby can press a button and then boom .. boom ..boom .. the death of all mankind.

Hence, I can tell you that no one wants to rule a land that has no one.

That is why the idea of ​​spies began to spread.. spies on the Internet, spies in countries, spies everywhere..

So, should I introduce myself again, not as Ali, the spy who was sent to Egypt, but as..

Butcher This is my real name .. Butcher Jack ... I was born in America, especially the United States of America..

My home is the street.. I eat in the street.. In a more correct sense.. I am the son of the street.. But all this was not at the beginning of my life...

It's all because of that abomination.. well I'm dead now.. I can see my life pass by like lightning

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In the suburbs of Washington..

In one of the poor streets.. All this changed after that incident

In the year 1998 AD.. while I was sitting with my father at the table eating food like any other day.. my mother died of illness.. she died in the hospital after my father spent a lot of money for my mother's treatment

But all this suddenly disappeared when my mother died. My father became very sad about my mother's death, but things were never calm after that.

My father owed a lot of debt after that

My father always showed signs of happiness and indifference when he looked at me, but I could tell that this was a deception. He wanted to convey the idea that he was fine and nothing important.

But I was at that time a child of about 10 years or so, so I know that his face is sad, but I did not show any expressions of pity or the like so that my father would not feel in any way that he threatened my comfort.

So I grabbed my fork and started moving the green peas left and right before eating them..the food was poor but I enjoyed every spoonful I ate with my family

bang... bang... bang... bang...

The door started to slam loudly

"Open the door, Jack.. Hey, Jack, open the door now." More than one man's voice appeared from behind the wooden door, their voice was very hoarse, and I hit them on the door as if they were determined to break it.

Knock again... Knock

"Open the door, Jack."

" Butcher, my sweet son, can you leave the house and go to the police station and tell them that you are lost and that you are looking for your father, and there they will help you? "

My father said those words.. This was the first time I saw him so worried.. Even when my mother got sick, he was not that worried.. I was young at that time. What do you want a ten-year-old child to do?

This is before I met that person..the person who made me this way now..

"Okay, Dad..but how can I tell him that I'm lost when I know the way..does that mean that I'm lying?" I said that sentence a little impulsively..I was taught from a young age that lying is the worst thing in this life

At that moment, my father's tears began to fall violently.. This was the first time that I had seen him cry in this way.. His crying was as if he was saying goodbye to me or something like that.

"Can you say that once for your father's sake? Just once," my father said as he suddenly hugged me.

"Okay, Dad, count on me," I said impulsively

Many people were standing behind the door, so the idea of ​​leaving the door was impossible. At that moment, my father went to get a long rope, since we live on the third floor.

The idea of ​​leaving the house through the balcony was the craziest thing I ever did in my life when I was young.

"Are you ready, little one? What do you think of a little adventure?" My father said, then he made a knot in the rope and made me hold on to it, then he tied the rope on my body

"Well, after you get down, tighten that knot, then the rope will untie itself.. This is how I will guarantee your survival," said my father, then he began to slowly lower me down..

Well, I started to get closer to the ground gradually, one by two.. almost

But suddenly... ouch... did dad let go of the rope? I don't think so. Thank God I was within walking distance of the ground

Ok but why dad? Then I looked at the third floor, and this is exactly what I found. Someone is pushing my father back while holding his head.. Is this one of those who were knocking on the door a while ago? But .. but

I began to think a lot about what I should do, but what suddenly interrupted his thinking

"My son…ruun .. ruuuuun," my father shouted in a very loud voice, but I couldn't feel anything after that except that my legs moved involuntarily forward

I moved and moved forward until I made sure that no one was running after me

.. So what should I do now? Go to the police and tell them that my father .. and there are some people entered suddenly?

But they are from the black syndicate and they will ask me why my father knows them and then they will take him for investigation and so on

This is what I thought when I was young ..

What do I do ? What do I do ? Well, my father's life or imprisonment?.. I'm going to the police, then I decided to

"Yo .. my dear child, are you okay?" A man's voice came out from one of the narrow and dark streets all of a sudden

From this moment on, my life started to get worse