North American detective: From scoundrel to god among men

Chapter 41 The Trial of 2K Reserve Soldiers

The lawn of the Big Fat family on Z Street in Chicago's South Side.

Titus patted Karl on the shoulder and said:

"Remember what I taught you? Teach him a lesson, but don't kill him. Go, Pikachu!"

Little Carl nodded seriously, then went up alone and knocked on Big Fat's door, while Titus stood on the edge of the lawn, four or five meters away, watching the show.

With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open, revealing Big Fatty's chubby face as he looked around.

"Karl, what are you doing here?"

The fat man lived up to his name; he was quite tall, with a large head and ears, and a double chin comparable to Pete's.

He half-closed the door, glanced back at the house, then looked at Karl and threatened in a low voice:

"Don't think that telling my parents will get me punished! I'm warning you, don't you dare do that!"

Karl did not answer this question, yet it seemed as if he had answered the fat man's question.

He smiled, revealing a row of white teeth.

The mocking look in his eyes reminded Titus of an old friend from a past life:

Calm down and savor every bite!

Carl grabbed a handful of sand and threw it into Big Fatty's eyes. Big Fatty instantly lost his ability to attack, his eyelids blinked wildly, and tears overflowed uncontrollably.

"Watch me sprinkle some ashes in your eyes!"

"Karl! How dare you—"

While Karl finally managed to apply the blindness buff, he pulled out a metal lump from his back, and the lion-like aiming system locked onto the fat man's leg!

The metal lump slammed into the fat man's knee with a beautiful arc!

In a baseball game, that would be a beautiful hit!

Big Fatty couldn't help but let out a cheer like Tom the cat screaming!

Even Titus, who was used to bloodshed, couldn't help but click his tongue in slight astonishment.

The fat man was in excruciating pain, and his body was bent like a shrimp.

"Karl!"

His face was flushed, and he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

Karl's eyes lit up as he recalled the knowledge that Titus had taught him, and his expression was as if he had received a free deluxe turbocharged sound-mimicking cup!

He laughed:

"Let me show you something!"

Then he smashed the iron lump into the gap in the big fat buttocks.

Big Fatty felt a tightness in his anus, as if Chen Xiang had split Mount Hua to save his mother, and the thick lava of the volcano was uncontrollably gushing out from the crater, sometimes hot and sometimes cold.

He bent down to look at Karl, and Karl looked back at him. As they stared at each other, an extremely eerie silence fell over the air.

Big Fatty felt his soul float out of his body. He looked at his mortal body with a third-person perspective, as if his soul had been sublimated. The feeling was very strange.

The rustling sound of sunlight falling, the conversation of parents inside the house, the cheers of God and Jesus embracing the cross with open arms—everything disappeared, and for a moment the world seemed to freeze.

And the eye contact between him and Karl seemed eternal...

The next moment, the fat man's soul returned to its place.

All the birdsong and fragrance of flowers, the sensual pleasures of life, returned in an instant, along with the swallow's excruciating pain!

The whole world is activated with a single click!

"Aa ...

Rapid footsteps echoed inside Big Fat's house, and Karl turned around in surprise to look at Titus.

"Karl, run!" Titus shouted.

The fat man's parents rushed out of the house and found that their son looked like a drunken swordsman who had just defeated bandits.

The big fat man lay on the ground with his buttocks sticking up, fast asleep. An unknown liquid slowly flowed from between his thighs, while his sexy buttocks tightly gripped the iron lump, as if he greedily wanted to swallow it whole.

Meanwhile, Titus and Carl ran out of Z Street, leaning against the street wall and panting heavily. The sweet smell of the South Side, tinged with cheap marijuana, exploded in their lungs.

"How are you feeling, Carl?"

"Cool!"

Titus took out a book and handed it to Karl.

"I don't like reading, what is this?"

"This is something even cooler, open it and take a look."

"Didn't you ask me what my trial was? This is the trial I'm giving you. Read it from beginning to end and then come find me."

Titus straightened up and said in a tone that was deliberately serious, like an officer:

"Listen, 2K reserve soldier, this is a special trial I'm giving you. Do you accept?"

"Trials? Wow~ Cool!"

With Karl's intelligence, he didn't actually understand what Titus was saying at all, but that didn't stop him from thinking it was cool!

Boys are like that; they have a strange interest in unfamiliar words, which stems from their uncorrupted imaginations.

Just like when you were very young, you thought that the people in high-rise buildings wearing suits and ties, holding coffee and making phone calls were all elites. But when you grew up, you found that most of them were actually just hard-working people who would give themselves veterinary drugs when they were tired.

As is well known, centuries ago when food was scarce, people fed coffee to livestock as a veterinary medicine. They believed that adding some caffeine to cattle and horse feed would not only make these animals eat less but also work much harder!

As the boy grows up, he will discover the true nature of coffee beneath its disguise, the cruel side of people, and that the world is not as gentle as he thought; gentleness has always been just a fantasy hidden in the boy's heart.

Karl didn't understand any of this; he simply thought the word "trial" was incredibly cool!

He shouted, "I accept the trial!"

Titus gave a forced smile and patted him on the shoulder: "Good! Very spirited!"

"By the way, what does 2K Reserve soldier mean?"

"It's someone as capable as me, your older brother. Anyway, if I had to put it that way... don't worry about the details, just accept the trial!"

Carl nodded blankly, looking at the book in his hand—the very same one Titus had bought that morning at the bookstore—"The Classic Rules of West Point."

The black matte finish cover and the sophisticated aesthetic design greatly stimulated Carl's curiosity.

This excessive curiosity and desire to explore the world is exactly what Titus wants.

He wanted Carl to focus his energy where it should be, instead of trying to leap across a log bridge on his bicycle, testing the hardness of his bike by banging his head against the ground, or licking two egg yolks at breakfast as if they were a woman's breasts...

"Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

"Chicken roll!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

……

After finishing their Mexican chicken wrap, Titus took Carl back to their home in the South District and opened the door.

Fiona turned around in surprise, then smiled and said:

"Our Gallagher detective has returned victorious, having captured the cannibal Lecter!"

"Please, don't mention it!"

But then, Fiona suddenly paused, and asked in confusion.

"Wait, how come Carl is with you?"

"Oh~ I just saw him playing alone in the park, and I thought it was a bit dangerous, so I brought him back."

Fiona looked at Karl:

"A park? Carl!"

"No! No! No! The problem isn't with Titus, the problem is he should be in school right now!"

Titus also looked at Karl:

"Did you skip class to go out and have fun?"

Karl grinned crookedly:

"Don't worry about the details~"