Standing at a bus stop, several people came and went, leaving several youngsters behind.
Some parents stood at the bus stop, ensuring their children didn't run away.
Other parents stayed in their vehicles across the streets like detectives scouting a suspect's home.
Levon took everything in.
'Looks like I'm not the only one with [anxious] parents.'
Time trickled down like water the longer they waited.
Then, two particularly dull and ordinary-looking buses stopped at the bus stop with the initials B.E.A. on it.
Several parents screamed loudly in their hearts and began shooing their children in.
The driver, as if sensing their intentions, /"
"How come you who always makes the loudest noise, has nothing to say now? Follow your delinquent friends in!"
"Hurry up and get in! Do you think I have all day here to watch you leave?"
Levon's patents were also almost those rushing their children off.
They looked at the other parents and many delinquents heading in, feeling more and more that they made the right choice.
However, even after all teenagers hopped on the buses, they didn't leave until they personally confirmed the buses had no other stops except for their final destination.
This news also made many parents happy.
At least their children won't run off at the next stop if it's their final destination.
After pushing their children in, they happily watched the buses drive off in satisfaction.
'Sure enough, the government is really good,' many parents thought, feeling a burden lifted from their shoulders.
However, the merry feelings they felt... couldn't be shared by the majority aboard the buses.
"Hey, hey... what do you think we should do?"
A girl with a luscious body and a worried face whispered to a boy next to her.
"Hey now, aren't you thinking of how to escape too?"
The moment her words echoed, many quickly leaned closer with perplexed faces too.
"Us too! So do you have a plan?"
As delinquents, they had already begun hatching what they considered to be a dangerous plot.
"Give up." Suggested an unknown boy calmly reading a book with a calm, stoic expression.
With steady movement, he turned a page and leaned elegantly into his seat.
"Take a look around. These buses are designed for prisoner transportation."
From the outside, one can't tell, but the windows are all barred.
In addition, there was a clear hard divide between them and the driver.
Many hastily looked around after hearing the elegant boy reading the boy.
With the wide-spread panic, it was clear to pick out the hens from the golden geese.
Levon calmly took note of those who hadn't moved an inch since they sat.
'According to my calculations, there should be 53 of us on this bus. Only 5 others stayed unbothered when Book Boy spoke.'
Book Boy including these 5, makeup 6 Golden geese.
Levon analyzed with a smile, not knowing the other 6 did the same.
In fact, each of these 6 had arrived at the exact conclusion—Escape was futile. But it seems the many chickens on board thought otherwise.
"What the hell? Who are you trying to frighten? Prison bus? We are underage, and not adults yet."
"Yeah! Just because you can't escape, doesn't mean we can't!"
In a blink of an eye, things got too rowdy.
Leaning close to a window, another calm girl felt annoyed.
"There are 7 empty seats... If you wanted to escape so badly, you should've done that before today just like these missing people. That said, can you all just shut up already? Some of us here are trying to sleep."
At this moment, the air became so brittle it could snap any moment.
They say when people are panicked, they're also prone to anger quicker.
"BITCH! Who the hell do you all think you are to look down on us?"
"Yeah! What's wrong with us having hope?"
"Don't you all realize how fucking screwed we will be if we don't get out?"
They didn't even know what awaited them, but the fear they felt now made them want to flee.
"Hmph! Everyone, don't listen to these suicidal maniacs! I don't know you all, but since we're all tagged as Delinquents, then we've all got some skills up our sleeves."
"Yeah! He's right. Who are we? Delinquents. I say we keep trying, even to the last moment! If wars in history were given up so easily, where would we be today?"
"That's right. We won't listen to their negativity. All we have to do is get the bus driver to somehow pull over and open the doors before we make our move."
"I can numb his leg by hitting a particular point. That's the only place I know how to numb. It's pretty good."
"Hey! I used to be a good actor, always knowing how to skip gym class with a bad belly ache."
"Me too! I got my bastard teacher fired after I framed the old hag without a way out."
"Wait! I have an even better idea. For our freedom, can anyone sacrifice a little blood? Once I pretend I have bad cramps, the driver will definitely stop. It works every time!"
"Come on guys! If we put our heads together, we can overcome anything!"
Levon almost laughed out loud, listening to their idiotic plans.
Then he yawned, adjusting his position, folding his arms across his chest and closing his eyes to rest.
It was quite odd, but he suddenly felt very sleepy.
Instantly, Levon sensed something was wrong; and he wasn't the only one.
"Sleeping Gas!" One of the delinquent's cried. "Everyone, protect yourself!"
They had inhaled too much already!
Raw panic and desperation yanked hard on them, overriding their senses and their bodies.
Organ donation? Trafficking? Or kidnap?
Many slapped the windows as hard as they could with trembling bodies that twisted with gloom.
But cry as hard as they could, no one outside could hear or see them.
Who can tell them what these windows were made of?
The windows were incredibly thick, tinted, and barred.
They banged and banged, the red veins in their sclera, now growing thicker as it stretched towards their pupils.
Many felt woozy, swaying from side to side in horror.
Who can save them now?
A sound many couldn't hear, sprayed out from tiny holes in the floors, causing many to fall.
They were so deep in sleep that some didn't feel the pain of banging their chins, foreheads, and other body parts.
Do their kidnappers not care at all of the state of their organs, the body parts they wished to harvest?
Blood oozed, but the silence only grew stronger.
The driver drove despite the many banging noises from the fallen youths.
When the banging stopped, he smiled.
Gripping his steering wheel with his gloved hands, the driver yanked off his rubber face suit, revealing his true appearance to be a 34-year-old burly man.
He had an unmistakable slash mark that ran across his nose, and no eyebrows.
Pressing a button, a small screen popped out of a hidden compartment.
The man clicked on the screen severally, having a good view of the youngsters behind him.
The driver announced through the mic in his ear.
Responses from other drivers flooded in.
Do you think there are only 2 buses in charge of today's operation?
The vehicles calmly drove to a carwash station, allowing water to drip over their vehicles.
Nodding to their inside men in the station, the cameras did not capture the scene of their vehicles changing color when the water fell.
With a new disguise, they headed towards the old cemetery.
In silence, hundreds of men flooded out of the main cemetery building, taking the passed-out youngsters inside and underground.
A hidden waterway revealed itself, with 6 smaller but peculiar circular submarines ready for travel.
All workers moved with lightning speed.
It took very little time to get all youngsters boarded up.
This was goodbye then.
The pilots nodded heavily to the rest before sinking deep down below.
The bus drivers turned around, slowly exciting the scene.
"How many do you think will survive?"
The driver with the scar across his nose paused with a slight smile on his lips.
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