The homeless population could be said to be Seattle's deepest wound.
According to statistics, King County, where Seattle was located, had the third-largest homeless population in the United States, behind only New York and Los Angeles. Its homeless population density ranked fifth nationwide.
But King County was huge! If they were talking about the City of Seattle alone, it was undoubtedly number one in the country. Even New York had to bow in defeat!
The bleeding hearts and politicians used taxpayers' money to support these homeless people while talking about "human rights" and "respect," shouting, "You shouldn't be prejudiced against them. Every one of them has their own difficult history!"
Yet they ignored the most direct reason these homeless people had ended up this way: alcohol and drugs.
Chen Hai was dazed. He could only feel that the bullet wounds on his body seemed to be bleeding heavily, and he could feel the bullets lodged in his flesh.
The blood loss left untreated, the drastic emotional swings he had gone through, and the fading adrenaline all pushed Chen Hai into a half-conscious state. He could only stagger toward the light, not even knowing where he was going.
He simply moved toward the hazy glow, advancing with the hunger of a zombie.
Suddenly.
A powerful, blinding light appeared in Chen Hai's blurred vision.
As though instinctively reacting to the light, Chen Hai was struck in the legs by an old Ford sedan. It sent his whole body flying, rolling several times across the road and covering him in leaves and trash.
The Ford swerved sideways. Its body looked as though it was about to roll over from braking too hard, one side's tires lifting off the ground. Yet an inexplicable force stopped the Ford sedan just as it was about to