Before doing so, they had reviewed and confiscated everything they had, which in the end turned out to be a big "nothing".

On his eighth trip to the world mission. Tyler saw that his cell phone was almost unloaded, so he had left it with his portable charger.

The only thing they managed to find. It was a wallet, with the few dollars Tyler had left after eating.

Tyler simply cooperated, because of the att.i.tude of the guards, he could see that they had bad intentions. but he doubted that they could even give him half the suffering of the young master.

After putting on his prisoner clothes, Tyler was taken to a large open courtyard, with thousands of prisoners inside.

It was the first time for tyler, seeing such a large number of people with bad karma, although there was one or another with a central karma, most had a negative red number on their heads, that included most of the guards for some reason.

Tyler walked to the corner furthest from any prisoner, did not want to be related to them, or incur any conflict.

But it seemed that that would only be an illusion.

Shortly after arriving, the guards went to a group of prisoners and talked to them, occasionally pointing them out.

Tyler was not stupid and could guess what they were talking about.

His suspicions were confirmed, when shortly after speaking with the guards, the prisoners approached his corner.

They surrounded him in a circle, while a middle-aged man stood out.

"Boy, I'm not going to play bullies with you, and I'll tell you, someone out there is paying a lot to make your life impossible here, and I'm not stupid to let this opportunity go."

The man spoke calmly, while smoking a cigarette.

After saying what he had to say, the man did not waste any more time and made a sign with his hand as he left.

The rest of the prisoners came forward immediately and gave him a beating together with Tyler.

Everyone in the courtyard could see the show but n.o.body did anything to stop them, not even the guards.

In fact, the guards comfortably watched the show from the towers and stalls with smiles of amus.e.m.e.nt.

Tyler tried to fight. returning blow by blow and dodging the blows he could with his agility a little higher, but was overwhelmed by the number of attackers.

Even being on the ground and being hit tyler I look at all his attackers and memorize their faces one by one.

The desire to take an ak47 from his mission world and distribute bullets consumed him. but he held back, he knew that if he did that, the guards in the tower would shoot him without basilizing.

The prisoners only stopped when they were tired and had difficulty breathing.

Tyler endured the beating without letting out a scream or a moan.

He got up and looked at them with calm but cold eyes. His gaze went to the different guards present.

Some guards shuddered, when they felt a little scared. It was as if they were being watched by a beast that was marking its prey.

Tyler walked limping towards the middle-aged man.

The man looked at him and said.

"That's all for today boy, tomorrow will be a wonderful day." A smile adorned his face, showing his gold tooth.

Tyler pa.s.sed it as if it did not exist, his face showed no expression at his threat.

But before being able to continue, another group tackled him.

This group was more disorganized, there were some muscular blacks, some blondes full of tattoos and piercings, and even some Asians. Each one separate from the other but with a common goal "tyler".

"Uuufffff And how much did they pay you?" I ask tyler sarcastically.

"Listen kid, we do not care how much they're paid to beat you up, we did not come for that." A skinny blond approached and answered.

"But we heard you came in here to **** women, and you know if there's something we hate, it's the rapists."

Even before he finished speaking the rest had already moved to beat him up, it happened exactly the same as with the first prisoners.

When Tyler wanted to get up to leave, the blonde who had spoken before came forward and pulled a knife nailing Tyler in the stomach.

After removing the knife, the blond pa.s.sed through his tongue and savored the blood.

He looked at Tyler and a l.u.s.ty smile spread across his face.

He took a woman's clothes that had another prisoner in his hands and shot it to tyler.

"For tomorrow I want you to wear these clothes, parades for me and make my friends and me a good service." The blonde said as he grabbed his crotch.

"If you understand what I mean." The rest of the men could not help but smile lasciviously.

When Tyler was leaving the yard a guard arrived and escorted him to his cell.

His cell was different from the rest, it was totally isolated from the rest, and very close to the office and resting places of the guards.

The guard Tiro tyler in that dark cell, lacking light, almost looked like a dungeon, if it were not for the small bed in a corner of the cell.

After leaving the guard tyler he could not contain himself anymore.

ARRRRGGG !!!

d.a.m.n d.a.m.n, I want to kill! I want to kill them all!

Tyler screamed at the top of his lungs, throwing everything in his way with anger and rage.

He felt so helpless, just being able to look coldly at everyone when he just wanted blood.

f.u.c.k s.h.i.+t, but who the f.u.c.k are you thinking? !!

I will kill them all, I will enjoy watching them bleed tragically while they cry for mercy.

A truly happy smile appeared on Tyler's face, his eyes were full of excitement and excitement, but the weirdest thing is that they were beginning to take on a scarlet red hue.

NO NO NO!!

'Tyler reacts, what are you saying? That will make you a d.a.m.n crazy insensitive killer, what would Mom think of that? What would Richard and Erika think of you? '

They would be disappointed.

Yes, if they would be disappointed, so control yourself and do it for them.

Control yourself, the heroes are not ma.s.s murderers.

Tyler stayed huddled in a corner staring into s.p.a.ce. His face showed the internal struggle he was going through, occasionally his eyes became cold and full of malice, his mouth curved into a cruel smile, then changed to one of struggle, helplessness and a bit of loneliness.

And thus without being able to sleep Tyler spent the night, and thus a new day arrived.

A day that would inevitably be marked in history.

September 30, 2018 would be marked in history as the day of the birth of a legend.

Only a few could foresee this day but not avoid it.

Beloved by some, hated by others, for good or bad their appearance will generate changes in this already chaotic era.

Some took this day as the herald of what was about to happen, if they believed that the day of awakening was chaotic.

They have no idea.