[Part①·Bright smile]
[Fragrant Fantasy] Tear open Bai Lu's bulletproof vest, peel off the tattered shirt, take out the shrapnel, and immediately fill the wound with Mrs. Bai's products.
"Bai Lu, let me ask you." Xueming's face was hidden in the darkness. Under the light of the military station, he carefully completed the operation and asked casually: "Why didn't you wait for me to come?"
Jiang Bailu gritted her teeth, almost vomiting from the pain. Her expression was twisted, her blood pressure soared due to the severe pain, and the bloodshot eyes were about to seep into the dark pupils.
She breathed hard, and breathed - until the new tissue in the kidney grew back, granulation appeared in the wound, and the skin had not yet fully grown.
"I didn't know you would come here bro."
Bai Lu told the truth——
"——And I can't sit still and wait for death. You told me that it is better to rely on yourself than rely on your parents."
Jiang Xueming: "Where are the other students?"
Bai Lu pointed to the tunnel cave in the distance: "They are all in the cave, no injuries."
Jiang Xueming has no actions and no lines.
He seems to be offline——
——After more than a minute, Bai Lu felt something was wrong.
Little Robert behind him had lost his lower body and had just grown two weak and skinny legs. He asked Haspen to carry him away with his bare buttocks, but what was his brother thinking?
When Bai Lu raised the lantern and shined it at Xueming, she was stunned for a moment.
The gunsmith's face was covered with blood, and two lines of clear tears fell from the red mud.
In Bai Lu's eyes, her brother looked like a worried little dad. He frowned and didn't know what to say. He hid in the darkness for a while. When Bai Lu tried to shine a light on him, he didn't dodge. He almost looked at him. Relatives who are separated forever.
"Brother, why are you crying?" Bai Lu suddenly felt inexplicably aggrieved, as if the adrenaline had finally subsided, and her nose was sore. Seeing her elder brother's expression, she returned from the dream to reality - she finally took a breath, and finally put her feet on Landed.
Jiang Xueming thought for a long time and came up with an unreliable answer: "Excrete the salt."
"Pfft. Hahahahahahahaha" Jiang Bailu laughed for a while, then hugged her elder brother tightly.
She burst into tears all of a sudden, hanging on Xueming's shoulder, her cries spread far away.
"I almost thought I couldn't go back. Brother. I. I'm so scared. I'm really scared."
Jiang Xueming hugged Bai Lu tightly and apologized softly.
"I'm sorry, they came for me, they should have come for me."
Lyndon Van Persie and Ishimura Takuma requested that the gunsmith lose his loved ones, that the gunsmith feel the pain, and that the gunsmith die badly.
Further away, Haspen finally found a pair of clean pants from the corpse and asked Tang Ning to change into them.
Tang Ning looked at the gunsmith teacher and Jiang Bailu with a horrified expression. It was difficult for him to understand this scene, so he and his senior brother asked in English.
"Why do they kill people without batting an eyelid and still cry and say they are scared afterwards?"
Hasband reached out and slapped the black stone man in the face.
"You're very self-destructive, brother, you don't understand."
The centurion knelt down and helped the weak Tang Ning put on her pants.
"I'm a warrior and I've been through a lot of battles - life and death battles."
Hasband tightened his belt and patted the dirt off Tangning's body.
"Newcomers like you have the highest casualty rate in the army. This is Bai Lu's first battle. She is really lucky to survive."
Tangning's eyes widened as she finally understood the preciousness of life.
Hasband switched to Chinese and said: "I have cried many times, many, many times. The human heart is made of flesh. We have something as powerful as a panacea, but unlucky comrades may still die in an instant. What a fragile creature.”
"Robert, my team in the Ranger Regiment was originally full of ten people. Not counting the new ones who joined later - until I was promoted and transferred, there are only three people now."
Hasband patted Tangning on the shoulder and helped his brother up.
"The battle between the quick reaction force and the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult has lasted almost without a break for decades, with terrorist attacks without warning, cultists' sacrificial activities, and zero platforms entrenched in various places. They are strong, cunning and vicious - killing people. The methods are diverse.”
"Not everyone is like the teacher - Robert, the teacher is not a god. The teacher also has to eat and sleep. The teacher also has relatives and weaknesses. The teacher also changes from an insect egg to a Morpho butterfly step by step."
Tangning lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong.
Hasbon: "You followed Bai Lu and rushed out from the front of the first military station. She called you an idiot."
Tangning: "I'm just not convinced and don't want to lose."
Hasband: "Don't die, brother - the teacher teaches us martial arts to keep us alive. Have you ever thought that the gunsmith and Sister Bailu are so powerful? The most important thing is that their will to survive is strong enough. They dare not have any Any delusions of contempt. No concept of winning or losing.”
Tangning: "Is that so?"
Hasband: "She cares about you. She never means to look down on you. She wants you to run forward and escape from the M2's range. She wants you to follow her. She just wants to protect you."
Xueming pinched his sister's arm, pinching it up and down. He was checking Bai Lu's body, fearing there were other hidden injuries. He opened the FOB screen recording to read the battle record again.
"Bai Lu, what's going on?"
Jiang Xueming pointed to the combat record, which happened to show Jiang Bailu raising a gun to kill the enemy in the first military station.
The moment the Ninety-Two Style was unleashed to kill the enemy, an imperceptible sneer appeared on Bai Lu's face.
"You seem very happy?" Jiang Xueming was immediately alert. This characteristic also appeared in the eldest sister.
Jiang Bailu looked at the other self in the far distance from the perspective of the forklift——
——That smile was so unfamiliar that she had no impression of it at all. It was as if she was possessed by an evil spirit. The smile looked particularly penetrating, like a murderer.
"I don't know." Bai Lu shook her head: "I don't know."
Jiang Xueming opened the diary, sketched the frozen scene, and drew his sister's smile.
"Remember it carefully."
"I was at that time." Jiang Bailu's eyes were straight, and he tried hard to recall the scene at that time, and his words were straightforward and violent: "I was very nervous at the time, so nervous that I sweated."
"I was afraid that sweat would affect the feel of the grip, and I started to curse myself for being useless."
"But when my mind became confused, I realized that I didn't even get the bullets. What were you thinking about killing the enemy?"
"I recalled Galahad's [Gun God Magic] - it is a kind of magic that prays to the Gun Jesus to receive blessings. Many soldiers who died in Guangling also like this ritual. It sometimes works but doesn't work," said the lecturer. It is said that the success rate is 66.6% - as long as you complete the ritual, you can get temporary asylum."
"I killed the patrolman and slit his throat with a knife, along with his trachea so that he couldn't breathe and would die soon."
"I hugged his body as a human shield and buried my head in his arms. I was very ashamed at the time. For a moment, I felt - I was so cruel, as if a life had disappeared in my hands. Just now, I was scolding me. The living person who is still humiliating me is dead."
"I feel like there is a door blocking me and I can't get through."
"But the next second, I thought that there were so many younger brothers and sisters in the cave. I'm afraid these people in front of me would not let us go. Just like what they said, the boys would be captured and made into sausages, and the girls would be played with and violated. Killed and eaten.”
"Very fast! Really fast! My hands stopped shaking immediately, and I stepped through the door - and the sound of the corpse's blood spraying out became more pleasant! What a good death!"
"I used a 92F magazine and fired seven bullets, killing six animals."
"It's just this moment that I feel"
Bai Lu unconsciously grabbed her brother's hand and showed that strange smile again.
"I feel that my training has not been in vain, brother - I have not practiced in vain."
There were tears in her eyes, tears of gratitude.
"My training was not in vain, this old friend responded to me."
She held up the Type 92. The various parts of this gun were loose and worn out due to years of shooting. This was also the reason why the 92F magazine could be smoothly loaded and locked.
"It's like a brother," Bai Lu described awkwardly: "It's like practicing for so long just for those few seconds. It lived up to my expectations. I was really, really happy at the time, so I couldn't help but Laughing out loud.”
Jiang Xueming recorded these contents in his diary and went back to the special tea room to talk to a psychiatrist about this matter when he had time.
Big Sister also has this symptom. She will feel satisfied when destroying enemies and will have a very strong neural positive feedback.
Jiang Bailu asked: "Is this a disease? Brother?"
"It's okay." Jiang Xueming said, "There's nothing wrong with you, you're not sick."
Time is up--
——The watch starts counting down.
According to the half hour agreed by Ishimura Takuma, there are still two minutes left. Xueming took the students to rest for a while and returned along the tunnel.
[Part②·The way of heaven is clear]
In the abandoned building of the winery, Ishimura Takuma did not wait for Johnny Kang, but only seventy-seven intact students and a gunsmith covered in blood. There were too many people, so the students went to the distillery on the other side of the abandoned house.
Xueming was carrying a sack, the same as the previous bag [dumplings], filled with fingers.
"It's all here."
Ishimura Takuma asked nervously and eagerly: "Did you kill them all?!"
Xueming: "I'm not sure. How about I go in and search again? See if there are any survivors?"
Ishimura Takuma: "Where is the director?! Where is Trotsky!"
Xueming: "He wants to die."
"You! -" Ishimura Takuma rolled his eyes and was so angry: "He is an artist! How can you bear to kill a literary and artistic worker! A gunsmith!"
Xueming immediately bowed and said in Japanese: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry."
I was thinking, could it be that Trotsky is still a senior migrant worker of the Eros Mercy Society? Gotta check out the TV station!
BOSS, who was still filing his nails, suddenly coughed.
"Cough cough cough! Yeah"
Mr. Ishimura immediately smiled flatteringly and said: "BOSS! How about it! The matter is done! I will cooperate with you throughout the whole process! There is no mistake!"
As soon as the students saw Aohun Mingde, they immediately cheered and started running around and screaming like little bastards who were fearless.
In order to save trouble, the king hunter stuffed red rocks into his mouth, which calmed down these babies whose crazy index was not very low.
Xueming glanced at BOSS with confusion, "You want to spare his life? BOSS?"
"You can't kill it now," said the good cat, "at least not now."
Ishimura Takuma nodded fiercely: "Yes, yes! Yes, yes! Yes!"
Ao ruthless Mingde will show no mercy to these crazy lackeys of the Butterfly Sect. To the enemy, it is definitely not a good baby who keeps its promises. There should be other uses for keeping Ishimura Takuma alive.
Xueming just glanced at Xiao Qi, and Xiao Qi nodded slightly to reassure his lover, so he didn't plan to ask any more questions.
He pointed the gun at Lan Yinglong——
"--what about this?"
Ishimura Takuma: "You can kill him."
Lan Yinglong immediately screamed like a slaughtering pig: "No, no, no!~~~Don't!"
BOSS waved his hand and signaled: "Wait a minute!~"
Lan Yinglong breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm still useful! I'm still useful! Not just the accounts and keys of New Paris! I know who has come to New Paris to spend money! It's not just the consul! There are others! There are others people!"
Ishimura Takuma looked at this unsatisfactory godson fiercely, his teeth itching with hatred.
If he is asked to reveal the chaebol's cronies and other officials of the Charity Society, how can he make meritorious deeds? Oh no. Protect the brothers, protect the safety of the brothers? !
Xueming said to BOSS: "Next time, please hurry up. I almost shot."
BOSS: "Are you so murderous?"
"Xiao Qi and I saw more than 20 bartenders in his nightclub, all 17 or 18 years old." Xueming explained: "Not only are they resident, but they also have delivery services. Go ahead and cut him into five limbs and cut him into pieces to make jelly. It would be too easy to kill him with a gun."
The BOSS looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
Xueming asked more: "You asked me to stop just now. Is it because of other reasons?"
BOSS poked his little paw: "Well, I think there are so many children here. You can't kill people in front of them. At least turn off the lights."
"You are worrying too much." Xueming said bluntly: "I am their knight combat skills teacher. I have just demonstrated how to kill armadillo hunters in [KINGDOM·Kingdom]. The madness index of these little babies may increase a little bit. , but are you accustomed to this kind of scene?"
Saying this, Xueming shouted behind him.
"How are you, classmates?"
The students responded in unison: "Hello, teacher!"
All in all, Lan Yinglong's dog's life was saved.
At this moment——
——The scream of police sirens came from outside the house.
"You have been surrounded! Put down your weapons! Put down your weapons immediately!"
The militia of Eureka Volcano City was dispatched and finally arrived at the scene of the crime.
The full name of the militia is called Snow Owl Soldiers. The soldiers obey the orders of the consul, and they are also the fish that slipped through the New Paris nightclub. At this moment, this dog officer who worked for the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult finally remembered his partner. It has fallen into the hands of unknown terrorists, and they are coming to save you.
"My order!" The leader of the Snow Owl mobilization troops grabbed the loudspeaker and shouted loudly: "Release the hostages immediately! This is the final warning, otherwise we will dispatch our troops to use the heroic appearance and absolute crushing strength of the Snow Owl , I will kill you on the spot!"
"Put down your weapons! Accept the sanctions! There is still a glimmer of hope!"
"Resisting the law with violence! The only way is death!"
Xiao Qi glanced at the troops outside the window. There were about 300 people and more than 20 military vehicles.
"Is this militia quite educated?"
Ishimura Takuma said with a smile: "Chinese idioms are broad and profound, and we also understand a little bit, a little bit."
When it comes to this, the cadres of this charity association almost have the words "feiyang domineering" written on their faces.
There are still seventy-seven students here. If you want to save the lives of the children, even the proud and ruthless Mingde must bow his head at this level.
BOSS jumped off the cat climbing frame lady's lap and rolled his eyes.
"Let me handle it."
At this moment, the consul led several reporters to the abandoned house of the winery. He was wearing a bulletproof vest and a steel helmet, fearing that a stray bullet would take his life away in a fight.
He spoke angrily and passionately to reporters about the atrocities committed by these terrorists——
"——The New Paris Nightclub didn't know who it offended! The girls are all innocent! They work hard and do their duty. How much tax revenue does the entire promenade provide? How can I hide in the office and live an ignoble existence? ! We must come to the front line! Come to the first anti-terrorism scene that the citizens are most concerned about!"
The consul waved his thick arms, and the surging wind pressure almost knocked down the reporters.
"These bandits! Robbers! Terrorists! We must fight at any time! We cannot stop anti-terrorism operations! Only by completely driving the gangsters out of Eureka can the citizens have a stable and good life!"
"Mr. Ishimura was one of the twelve seats in the last House of Representatives. He is an outstanding entrepreneur in the hearts of the citizens. His encounter with such an unreasonable disaster is a result that the majority of the people do not want to see! Our Snow Owl Defense, District 51, the entire Parliament is paying close attention to this case!”
The consul raised his hands, raised his arms and shouted, with an excited expression.
"Citizens, please rest assured! God's way is clear! There is no escape from the law!"
"The way of heaven is clear, and there is no escape from the law!"
"The way of heaven is clear."
BOSS ducked through the crowd, jumped onto the Archon's arm, and grabbed the microphone.
"Ahem, everyone, look at me. I'm going to make an announcement."
The consul's eldest brother's expression changed drastically.
BOSS points at the fat brother with big head and big ears to the camera.
"He got fired. He's an idiot."
(End of chapter)
