GBP Chapter 71 Once Upon a Time
Chapter 71 Once Upon a Time
——9 years ago——
In an underground base in a certain country, there is a pair of people who resemble a father and son.
A man and a little boy who is seven or eight years old.
"Xiu, listen to me, raise the gun."
The man spoke in an extremely gentle tone, whispering in the boy's ear.
The boy had pale skin, slightly curly black hair, and a pair of amber eyes that resembled cat eyes. But at this moment, his eyes were filled with reluctance.
Opposite the boy was a child of similar age, who was bound hand and foot, eyes closed, and completely unconscious.
"Father, must it be like this?" The boy's eyes were full of reluctance and pleading.
"Xiu, his parents are undercover agents. If you don't kill the people who are harmful to you, then you'll be the one killed next." The man whispered intimately in the boy's ear.
"I don't want to die!" The boy seemed frightened by these words, shouted, took a step back, and his eyes were already filled with tears.
The man beside him seemed satisfied with the boy's reaction. He gently put his arm around the boy's shoulder and lifted his hands, which were holding a gun, to point at the bound child in front of him.
"Hurry up, he'll wake up soon. If he does, he'll resist you, and if the gun is pointed at you then..."
The man's voice was like a devil's whisper, making the boy's hand tremble uncontrollably, but he still pulled the trigger.
The shockwave from the gunshot sent a shiver through the boy's hand, and he dropped the gun.
The boy stared blankly at the corpse before him, a tear sliding down his cheek.
Why... am I feeling so bad?
"Well done." The man's tone was full of praise, completely ignoring the boy's complex emotions at that moment.
“But…” the man smiled, picked up the gun from the ground, and put it back in the boy’s hand: “Don’t drop your weapon again.”
……
Are you really sure about this?
Inside a luxurious villa, a man stroked the boy's hair and asked gently.
A determined look shone in the boy's eyes as he said in his childish voice, "Father said the experiment needs me, so I have to listen to Father. I don't want to die like my people."
The man seemed very happy and hugged the boy to his side: "Xiao Xiu has grown up. Tomorrow I'll take you to the cemetery to see your relatives. Xiao Xiu has so many relatives, he must be very happy."
The boy hugged the man with a pure and innocent smile on his face: "I'm already so lucky to have Father! Because Father will definitely save me!"
"I'm so glad that Xiao Xiu trusts me so much."
……
Outside the luxurious villa were rows of cherry blossom trees. With a gentle breeze, petals drifted in and landed on a father and son standing by the window.
The boy was fast asleep, nestled on the man's lap. The man gently stroked the boy's back, as if he were a precious treasure.
The man picked up a petal that had fallen on the boy's hair, and as if recalling some old memory, he softly hummed an unknown ballad.
Why do the crows sing?
Because there are seven of the most adorable children waiting for her to come home on that high mountain.
The seven cutest, cutest children are waiting for her.
[…]
……
The unnamed building reeked of disinfectant, causing even the boy who had just arrived to frown.
However, the man holding the boy's hand seemed to have taken it all in stride.
"Xiao Xiu, you promised me, so you can't back out now."
The man said so gently.
The boy seemed hesitant: "Father, how much longer until I can see you again?"
“It’s alright,” the man knelt down and hugged the boy. “Don’t be afraid. If there’s any progress, I’ll be happy for Xiao Xiu.”
The boy didn't speak, but simply hugged the man in front of him tightly.
An American man came out of a room: "Okay, Xiu, come with me."
The man released his grip and pushed the boy in his arms to the American man: "Scarman, he's yours now."
"Don't worry."
An elderly man with a white beard walked out of a room: "We will not let you down."
……
Two years later, on a certain day.
"Scarman, today is my tenth birthday, I want to go home..."
The boy lay on the operating table, clutching the American man's sleeve.
"Okay~ Xiao Xiu can go home today." Scarman smiled and patted the boy's head.
……
"Father!" The boy ran over and hugged the man.
"Today is my birthday, and you promised to spend it with me, Father! Let's go to the cemetery; I want to see them, okay?"
The boy looked very happy and even rubbed against the man.
……
A cemetery.
This is a very pleasant cemetery. Cherry blossom trees are planted around the perimeter, and the fallen petals are scattered to every corner of the cemetery by the breeze, adding some color to the originally desolate and bleak cemetery.
“Your people are all here, and they will celebrate your birthday with me.”
The man patted the boy's head with a gentle smile.
The boy didn't say anything, but just kept cutting the cake and placing the pieces one by one in front of the 17 tombstones.
"Father, they've never eaten cake before. Will they think it's delicious?" the boy asked, turning his head.
“Yes, they will.” The man pulled the boy into his arms. “And they’re buried in such a beautiful place.”
Yes, the vast expanse of pink cherry blossoms, the petals falling with the gentle breeze, and the towering Mount Fuji in the distance—this secluded place, free from any noise, is simply like a fairyland.
……
"Xiu, just like you did two years ago, raise the gun." The man whispered intimately in the boy's ear.
"The person in front of you is a piece of trash from the organization. Kill him."
Although there was a hint of hesitation in the boy's eyes, he still obediently raised the gun and aimed it at the person who was tied up in front of him.
What's causing this feeling? What should I do? I'm so sad...
The man seemed to sense his hesitation and pulled out a palm-sized grenade from his pocket, pressing it against the boy's temple.
The cold, hard touch stirred a feeling of fear within the boy.
"Do I need to repeat myself? Useless things will not be kept."
The man's tone was no longer gentle; it was filled with commands and threats.
The boy squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the trigger.
The man in front of him fell to the ground, and with satisfaction, he holstered his pistol. The boy opened his eyes and stared blankly at the man. After a long while, he stammered out a few words: "I...want to live...I'm still useful..."
The man gently embraced the boy, his previous threatening and commanding tone completely gone: "Xiao Xiu, don't worry about leaving him to me."