Chapter 259 - 258: The Past
Butcher, a man of few words, suddenly offering comfort, felt unexpected yet utterly credible.
And with the strong alcohol, the oppressive atmosphere quickly dissipated a lot.
Under the influence of vodka, everyone began to tell their own stories...
Butcher’s family had run a slaughterhouse for three generations, but due to mining pollution, the livestock industry in his small town was devastated, and his family’s business collapsed as a result.
Butcher has a son and a daughter; his son attends university in St. Petersburg and his daughter boards at her aunt’s in St. Petersburg.
Originally, Butcher didn’t want to be a mercenary. He worked at a slaughterhouse, but the meager income, low spirits, and a hopeless life led his wife to go to St. Petersburg alone, working there while supporting their son’s education.
Many proclaim that Westerners being adults at 18 and leaving home is nonsense. No parent doesn’t wish for their children’s success, and even with limited capabilities, they hope to somewhat ease their children’s burdens through their own efforts.
The impact of his wife’s departure revitalized Butcher; he dreamt of reuniting his family and moving to a place full of cattle and sheep farms to spend the second half of his life.
However, the debts left by the family business’s collapse, the tuition fees for his son and daughter, and future expenses for settling the family in the city forced Butcher to put down the butcher’s knife, step out from the slaughterhouse where he worked, and pick up a gun again.
Pigeon, from the same hometown as Butcher, was also a comrade in the same squad.
His situation was even worse because his first two children died in infancy, and the third was diagnosed with congenital heart disease.