Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Live for Yourself

``` Italy, Sicily, Catania. Antar and Nis checked into a central hotel in the city. The hotel was arranged by Dorian, a 500 euro room that was only twenty-something square meters and claimed to be the most characteristic of Sicilian hotels. Both ladies came from humble beginnings and did not complain like Dorian; after all, it was Dorian's money being squandered. They did not set off with Joe Ga; one had a Swedish Green Card, and the other had a Cypriot passport, which made entering Italy a breeze, so they came to Sicily ahead of Dorian to pave the way. After sending the two to the hotel, Dorian left; he had to secretly visit his parents and sister first, convincing them to move up north to Genova for a while. The owner and Karman father and son were now there, and they would rent an apartment in Genova. With Dorian's parents going there, they could not only avoid the imminent troubles but also look after Muto, who was still learning to read. Antar, carrying her suitcase, found a space in the crowded room and then extended her right hand, struggling a bit to unzip the suitcase. Such a simple action, yet Antar shed tears after succeeding. Joe Ga made her a prosthetic glove with a polymer thumb, which Antar could control the bend of this new thumb by the flexing force of her four intact fingers. The polymer wrist brace extending to the wrist helped take most of the impact force on the thumb. Antar had never expected the first thing Joe Ga gave her to be so thoughtful. Though the new thumb wasn't very dexterous and was somewhat stiff and clumsy, it could solve some of her problems in daily life, avoiding the embarrassment she faced while eating. In the past, she would have to hold a fork like a toddler, but now she could sit up straight with dignity and eat normally. Only those who have lost it would understand how precious a sound body is. Since receiving the glove, Antar had always been trying it out. It was not anything especially complex and was somewhat clumsy and slow to use, but Antar really liked it and was very grateful. However, compared to helping her with daily life, the 'glove' was of much greater assistance with her shooting. Because her palms were still intact, the new thumb worked in conjunction with a rifle and pistol custom-made for her, complete with a specialized fixed grip, and along with the polymer wrist brace, it helped her thumb and the heel of the hand to bear most of the recoil. Antar's shooting skills had now recovered to about sixty to seventy percent of her peak. With targeted adjustments and training, Antar felt she could do even better. She was a sniper, and the loss of her thumb did not take away her sense of shooting, it just made her movements awkward and slow. But now things were different... Nis quickly got her luggage in order and, seeing Antar tearfully overcome by a simple gesture, hesitated before walking over and patted her on the back, saying, "Trust our boss, the future will definitely be better." Antar spread her hands, flexed her stiff thumb, and said with a voice choked with emotion, "This is enough for me already; I thought I was going to be like this for the rest of my life. Your journey continues on m v|l--NovelFire.net Find a job, make some money for my family, and then die someday on an anonymous battlefield. No one would remember me..." As she spoke, Antar rubbed her eyes and said with a smile, "Now, this is enough. I can face my family with dignity and tell them that I am not a burden. My brother wants to go to college, but because of me, he isn't able to apply to university. ``` "I have to work hard and then, just like Karman did for Muto, send my brother to the university he dreams of." Nis and Antar were both women from MSL, empathetic towards each other, but Nis was more rebellious than Antar. Watching Antar wearing herself out for her family, Nis took the scarf from Antar's box, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash. "Live for yourself first. We need to treat ourselves as human beings first and then think about other things." Antar didn't blame Nis for her rashness. She didn't pick up the discarded scarf but shook her head and said, "You need to do that for yourself first..." Antar's meaningful words stunned Nis for a moment. After a brief silence, she shook her head in a somewhat dejected manner and said, "I don't know, but I'm doing fine now, this is the life I enjoy. Having a gun gives me peace of mind, and being with... gives me a sense of security." Antar didn't delve deeper into the conversation with Nis. She walked over to the room's window, pushed open the narrow window, and let the warm afternoon sun shine into the room. S~eaʀᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Sitting on the small bed bathed in sunlight, Antar closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and gently said, "Do what you think is right. For us, it's good enough to live in the present!" Nis suddenly lost any desire to talk. She lay down on her own bed and softly said, "Let's rest for a bit. The boss won't arrive for another few days. Let's go out for dinner tonight and take a walk tomorrow." ...... Joe Ga assisted Muto with his enrollment procedures, then rented a house with a basement near the university. Karman always fit in perfectly in Africa, but once in Italy, the old man completely deflated. Karman could speak English and Arabic, but these were of no use in Italy. Muto still had time to learn and adapt, but not Karman. Developed countries, bright lights, bustling nightlife - none of these mattered to Karman. From the moment Muto's procedures were completed, every minute he spent here was agonizing for the old man. Joe Ga was very aware of Karman's discomfort. The old man's reactions were just like his parents'. To this day, Joe Ga remembered taking his parents to the Capital City for medical treatment. They weren't excited about being in the big city at all; instead, they seemed rather fearful. Cautious and fearful, when faced with the fashionable people of the big city, they would instinctively feel inferior. Discomfort, even breathing felt uneasy. This was the condition of some older rural folks when they entered a city. When it was time to part ways, Joe Ga purposely left Karman and his son at the hotel, giving them some time alone. Meanwhile, he searched online and then went out to find a car rental agency, using his Greek passport to rent a BMW X5. Then Joe Ga drove to a secluded place and transferred the equipment he had brought with the Omnipotent Toolbox into the car's trunk. The Omnipotent Toolbox only had about four cubic feet of space. Joe Ga had packed the gear for several people to bring along. However, due to space constraints, in addition to firearms, he could only bring a few more grenades and RPGs. The rest would be prepared according to the situation in Sicily. If really necessary, he could make a few 'Javelins' himself, as they didn't require very advanced technology. But in Joe Ga's opinion, using anti-tank missiles or similar heavy weaponry wasn't a good idea in the cities of developed countries. The guns in that trunk were already enough for the so-called Mori Family to have a hard time with.