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Naruto Clay Death Soldiers
Dex Restaurant.
Proud as Mickey was, how could he stand such words? He immediately looked unhappy and defended himself with a hint of embarrassment, "What nonsense are you talking about? Ian is just a friend!"
Dexter smiled but didn't say anything.
Seeing this, Mickey couldn't hold it together anymore. He turned and left. Anyway, Dexter had basically guaranteed that Ian wouldn't be in trouble, so there was no need to say more.
Seeing Mickey act this way, Dexter couldn't help but chuckle.
After laughing for a few seconds, Dexter pondered for a moment. Considering that he couldn't kill Lip and Fiona to avoid a "game over," he felt it was time to brush up on his image.
simply put, do something good for the South Side.
More importantly, do something good for the police department.
One must know, this is America.
The police station and even the government welcome social donations very much.
While continuing to cook dinner, Dexter started thinking about the details.
Mickey returned to the front of the house. After composing himself for a short while, he chatted idly with Carl.
Mandy, who was nearby, intentionally wanted to talk to Mickey about Lip's suspicion, but felt it wasn't appropriate and remained undecided.
Time flew by.
Mickey and Carl finished dinner, wiped their mouths, and left directly.
Mickey dropped Carl off at the Gallagher house as usual. Carl got out and walked into the house. Mickey didn't leave; he sat in the car, lit a cigarette, hesitated for a moment, but still took out his phone and called Ian.
Ian was still out fooling around with Kash. Seeing Mickey's call, he immediately guessed it was about last night's matter, so he hurriedly pressed answer. "Mickey?"
"Yeah," Mickey silently organized his words, daring not to speak too clearly. "I just went to talk to Dexter. I can't say if he's the kind of person you think he is, but he said you don't have any major issues. As long as you don't mess around, you should be fine."
"Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Ian was actually quite stupid. He thought for a moment, unsure. "Didn't quite understand."
"..." Mickey felt he had spoken clearly enough and was somewhat speechless. "It means, Dexter has nothing to do with you. Don't mess around."
Only then did Ian roughly understand. He nodded. "Got it."
"That's it then," Mickey hung up the phone, took a fierce drag on his cigarette, stomped on the gas, and drove home.
Ian put away his phone and thought about Mickey's words again. Finally, he understood, realizing Mickey meant that the matters regarding Frank and the Gallagher family were indeed related to Dexter. And, as long as he didn't go looking for death, he wouldn't be in trouble.
The next second.
Ian uncontrollably felt a chill run through his entire body.
There was no helping it.
The truth was right in front of him... Dexter, that neighbor who always had a smile on his face, was actually this ruthless...
How could Ian, who was cowardly and timid by nature, not be afraid?
Kash quickly realized something was wrong with Ian and asked with concern, "Ian, are you okay? Did something happen?"
Hearing this, Ian turned to look at Kash and shook his head subconsciously, not stupid enough to tell Kash about such a big matter. "Nothing. Let's call it a day. I suddenly remembered I have to go home for something."
Kash wasn't stupid; of course, he could tell Ian was lying. But he didn't expose him and agreed gently and simply, "Okay, I'll drive you back."
Not long after, the two got in the car and drove toward the Gallagher house.
On the way, Ian didn't say a word, his thoughts racing, thinking about how to persuade Lip and Fiona after returning, lest Lip and Fiona inexplicably get killed by Dexter one day.
---
The Gallagher House.
Carl had already seen Frank on the sofa and met Samantha and her son.
Naturally, Carl didn't care about Samantha and her son at all, but he did care a little about Frank, feeling that Frank in this state was actually a bit pitiful.
Because he sympathized with Frank, Carl sat on the sofa to Frank's side and initiated a conversation, asking with a tone of concern, "How are you doing?"
Frank had taken a few pills Samantha got for him not long ago and was currently in a state of euphoria, feeling great.
But that didn't affect Frank's acting.
"Son, in not many days, I'll be dead. So, not good," Frank pretended to say weakly.
The reason was simple: Frank knew Carl had money and wanted to hustle some out of him.
Regarding death, Carl only had one experience, and he disliked it very much.
"Is there no other way?" Carl felt uncontrollably sad and asked.
Frank shook his head gently. "Unless someone can donate part of a liver to me... Even with a liver, the surgery costs a hundred fifty, maybe two hundred thousand dollars..."
"No way out, son. I'm really going to die."
Over a hundred thousand dollars was indeed an astronomical figure for the Gallagher family. But hearing it, Carl didn't react much. On one hand, it was because Carl had never had any concept of money. On the other hand, just yesterday, Carl had seen boxes upon boxes of money at the shooting range.
"Dexter has money," Carl said directly without thinking.
Hearing this, Frank's eyes lit up sharply. "Will he lend it to you?"
"I can go try," Carl replied without thinking further.
Hearing these words, Frank's thoughts raced, rapidly recalling Dexter's attitude toward Carl, and felt there might actually be a chance.
Even, Frank thought, if Dexter refused to lend, maybe he could make a deal with Dexter—for example, selling Carl to Dexter.
Admittedly, under normal circumstances, Frank wouldn't be willing to give up these children, even if he ignored them completely.
But now, choosing between his own death and giving up a child.
Heh, Frank naturally chose the former.
"Truly my good son. Carl, I didn't love you for nothing," Frank hurriedly squeezed out a smile and said gently to Carl, "Go try. I don't have much time left. It's best if you go try right now."
Hearing this.
Not far away, Debbie's body shook violently. Her eyes widened, unable to believe what she heard. "??????"
Frank had said almost exactly the same words to Debbie before!
And now, he was saying this kind of thing to Carl again?
What the hell was this?
Debbie's brain couldn't process it. It was buzzing all of a sudden; she couldn't figure it out.
Carl didn't move. He asked Frank, "If I borrow it and you get better, how will you pay this money back?"
Pay it back?
Paying it back was impossible.
Besides, the money Carl borrowed, naturally, Carl would pay back.
Frank had never even thought about paying it back, but of course, he wouldn't say that. "Carl, don't worry. When I get better, I'll go to work. With my skills, I will definitely pay this money back very quickly."
"Son, I'm dying. Paying back money isn't the point. The point is, I have to survive first, do you understand?"
"..."
Frank opened his mouth and spewed a bunch of nonsense.
Carl was stupid to begin with; how could he withstand Frank's hustle? He was instantly spun around and nodded blankly. "Mm, okay. But Dexter hasn't come back yet. When he returns, I'll go find him and try."
Frank couldn't wait and really wanted Carl to go find Dexter immediately, but he understood the principle that haste makes waste, so he had to be patient and wait. "Okay, son. Counting on you."
Carl nodded and didn't say more.
Hearing this, Samantha, who lived in the South Side and naturally knew how rich Dexter was, smiled. Feeling happy for Frank, she hurriedly started talking to Carl. "Carl, you're awesome..."
Samantha chattered on non-stop in one breath.
Listening to her, Carl felt Samantha was very annoying. In the end, he couldn't stand it and got up to go upstairs.
At this time, Ian came back and entered the house.
Shortly after, just like Carl before him, Ian saw Frank's miserable state and met Samantha and her son.
But unlike Carl, at this moment, Ian truly didn't care about Frank at all, nor did he have the slightest interest in Samantha and her son.
So, after asking Debbie where Lip was and getting a head shake from Debbie, he went directly upstairs, too lazy to stay on the first floor.
Almost being ignored, Samantha, who had been looking forward to meeting Ian and the others, was a bit disappointed. "Daddy, Ian doesn't seem to like me..."
Frank actually never liked Ian, even before discovering Ian wasn't his biological son.
Hearing this, Frank replied unhappily without thinking, "That little bastard has been like this since he was small. Don't mind him. Besides, he's not my biological son either."
The words floated out.
Ian, who had just reached the second floor, heard them clearly. Instantly, purely out of instinct, he clenched his fists, a very obvious hatred appearing on his face.
Samantha was startled. "Daddy, what's going on? Ian isn't your biological son, then whose is he?"
Frank needed Samantha to take care of him, but that didn't mean Frank didn't find Samantha annoying. Hearing this question and knowing that if he continued talking to Samantha, it would probably never end, he didn't want to say more, so he beckoned to Debbie. "Debbie, tell your sister about it."
Hearing this, Debbie blinked, snapped back to reality, looked at Frank with complicated eyes, hesitated slightly, but ultimately obeyed obediently.
---
The Alibi Room.
After finishing dinner service, Dexter came here with Bianca as usual to have a few drinks and kill some time.
Lip, who had received Mandy's message, didn't follow them in but waited outside, starting his stalking operation.
In Dex Restaurant not far away, Mandy knew Lip was stalking Dexter. Wanting very much to accompany Lip, she sped up washing the dishes, working with great enthusiasm.
It's worth mentioning that Veronica was equally enthusiastic.
However, the reasons for their enthusiasm were different.
Mandy was doing it for Lip.
Veronica was doing it to finish work as soon as possible and then go to night school to attend university... During this period, working during the day and attending university at night, every day was busy and tiring, but life was very fulfilling. Moreover, after getting through the initial adjustment period, in the last few days, Veronica had come to like this life more and more.
Ten minutes later.
Veronica finished her work and prepared to leave. "Vivian, I'll leave the rest to you. Sorry, I'll bring you something good to eat tomorrow."
Vivian didn't mind at all and smiled brilliantly. "Go quickly, study hard."
Veronica smiled and nodded. "No problem."
Not long after Veronica left, Mandy finished washing the dishes and left too, walking quickly to find Lip.
Only Vivian was left in the restaurant, cleaning up leisurely.
Vivian grinned, feeling that this life was pretty good.
Not far away, Mandy soon found Lip.
Upon seeing Lip, Mandy smiled at him from the bottom of her heart.
Lip really didn't like Mandy, so he forced a smile in response.
The two waited outside the Alibi like this, waiting for Dexter.
....
The Jackson House.
Monica had disappeared for so long that the turmoil caused by the pregnancy had pretty much dissipated.
The Jackson house had roughly returned to its former state.
Eddie went to work. Karen and Jody had gone somewhere to play.
Sheila sat alone on the sofa, watching TV, feeling increasingly lonely, cold, and desolate.
Because of the loneliness...
Sheila even missed Frank a little.
Although Frank was a scumbag, a shameless bastard, at least he was company.
When Frank was around, Sheila wasn't this lonely.
Thinking of Frank, Sheila couldn't help but recall the time she spent with him.
The more she thought about it, the more Sheila yearned to have a man accompany her.
God knows how much time passed.
Karen and Jody returned home chatting and laughing.
Instantly, Sheila acted like a house pet, hurriedly getting up to talk to Karen, opening her mouth and chattering non-stop.
When Karen needed to be attentive, she could be quite attentive. Looking at Sheila like this and realizing she was lonely, she patiently and obediently kept Sheila company with conversation.
Jody went upstairs to shower first.
Sheila knew, and uncontrollably, Jody's dk appeared in her mind.
Sheila knew this was very bad, but she just couldn't stop.
Just like that.
Sheila really wanted to see it again.
...
After sitting at the Alibi Room for about half an hour, chatting and laughing with Kevin, seeing it was about time, Dexter and Bianca got up to leave, got in the car, and went home.
Idiot Lip didn't have a car, and neither did Mandy. The two had to walk toward North Wallace Street.
So, what kind of stalking was this?
It was laughable.
Lip was out of options.
As Mandy walked, she felt maybe she should buy a car.
Having worked for so long, Mandy had some savings. Although not much, buying an ordinary used car was still no problem.
Dexter's front door.
The car stopped. Dexter and Bianca got out and walked toward the house.
Second floor of the Gallagher house.
Carl, who had essentially been waiting for Dexter to return, heard the commotion, immediately got up, ran to the window to look, saw Dexter, and didn't dawdle, rushing downstairs nimbly.
Carl ran very fast, sprinting to Dexter's front door in a flash.
At this time, Dexter had just entered the house and closed the door.
Thump, thump, thump~~
Carl knocked. "Dexter, it's me."
Hearing the voice, Dexter didn't delay and opened the door immediately. "Carl, what's up?"
"I want to ask you for a favor," Carl didn't beat around the bush, nor did he know how to, and said directly.
"Go ahead," Dexter replied.
"Frank is dying..." Carl rattled off in one breath. "Can you lend me money for his surgery? He said when he gets better, he'll work to earn money and pay you back."
Dexter: "????"
Hahahaha.
You really couldn't blame the IQ test for determining Carl was a retard.
Frank paying back money?
Hahahaha.