The old white man called himself Kevin. He ran a small shipping company, and business was doing fairly well.
This bounty was for revenge.
"His name is Lee Austin, a gang boss in the Bronx District. Six years ago, he came to me and said he would provide security services for my company, charging two million Federal dollars a year.
"So-called security services were really just extortion. They wouldn't actually protect you; it was merely an excuse for their plunder. My business was at a critical stage then and desperately needed funds, so I refused him.
"Then my family was threatened by Lee Austin. He said he would kill my wife and sell my daughter to the Bronx District as the lowliest kind of prostitute, making her sleep with those niggers. I had some connections in New Covenant County and wasn't afraid of gang harassment, so I hired a bodyguard team to protect my family around the clock and reported it to the police. But the worst still happened."
At this point, the old white man, Kevin, lifted his coffee and took a sip. The bitter liquid lingered on his tongue, while equally bitter memories surged endlessly through his heart.
"On the third day after I reported it, my daughter was abducted on her way home from school, and the bodyguards were shot dead. A group of thugs broke into my house. They gang-raped my wife and murdered her in our home. The police took over the case, but found nothing. They said there was no evidence proving that Lee Austin had killed my wife or kidnapped my daughter.
"They also said Lee Austin had no fixed residence, that he was a ruthless and extremely dangerous gang member, and told me to stay home and wait for news. It was