The situation keeps reversing over and over again, and we keep switching back and forth between active and passive. Now it seems that I am passive again this time. I really don’t know how to resolve it. All my wisdom has been exhausted before. All.
At this time, those who heard the woman's movements also came out one after another, but they stood aside and did not dare to come over. They just protected the woman with the gun behind them. Judging from their actions, no one seemed to have noticed Jiama. Because of Dan's existence, I thought to myself that if we were kidnapped again later, Jiama Dan would be the only person who had a chance to save us, provided that this woman did not shoot.
The woman shouted at me, "You can do it, you brat. I can't even tie you up, right?" Your brother also said he would give you one night to think it over, so you considered this result, right? You said you can just run away and leave, right? Why are you still here? Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble? When she said this, her eyes widened, her tone was very excited, and she sounded very angry. I thought I really pissed off this group of people this time, so I said to her, if you want Let me tell you, I will stay. If you let my brother go, I will guarantee with my life that he will not tell anyone about what happened here. After leaving here, he will be an ordinary person in the future. Everything here will not be the same. Someone will know, I will stay and be your hostage until you find the water-suppressing beast!
I'm actually still trying to come up with a stalling strategy. If the other party can really agree, I can at least ensure that Da Mao and Silly Girl can leave safely, and as a hostage, I won't be killed immediately. The rest depends on the armor. How could Ma Dan save me? The woman said angrily, "Let him go?" Are you thinking too simply? Yesterday, you wanted to send all three of you to see the King of Hell. It was your brother's insistence that kept you from killing you. Now he is here to cause trouble. Do you think you can still be kept?
Although I am not very afraid of death, when the woman said these words, I still felt a little bit in my heart. I am afraid that what she meant was that not only did she not intend to release him, but she also wanted to rectify the law on the spot. At this time, someone came out of the room where the woman had come out before. He coughed a few times and came out. This person was Di Baotian. He had not yet put on his clothes. He was wearing a light-colored shirt outside the white shirt. He didn't put his hands into the sleeves of the gray tunic suit, but just put it on his shoulders. When he walked out, he still had the satchel he had confiscated from me in his hand.
Di Baotian didn't look at me at all, but walked up to the woman, threw my satchel at his feet, and then turned around and left, as if he didn't care about our life or death at all. Apparently he heard it too. What the woman said before, now he knows that his momentary softness almost caused a disaster and ruined his wishful thinking. Di Baotian turned around and went back to the house. When he was about to step into the house, he suddenly stopped and said to me, Brother Situ, some things are like this. I gave you a chance, but you refused to cherish it. When you get there, Don't blame me. We all have our own positions, and I won't force you to insist on it. But if we can't coexist, then don't coexist. When you get there, if you see my miserable father, remember to tell him to save a seat for your son first, and he will come to reunite with you sooner or later.
After Di Baotian said these decisive words, he got into the house without looking back, and then closed the door with a clang. The meaning of his words is very clear. On the one hand, he admits that he is soft-hearted. He should not have left the three of us alive as early as yesterday and almost had a big accident. On the other hand, he means that he is talking to women and these men. It means that I have handed over the people to you, so kill them.
There is an old saying in China that goes, "It is disrespectful to come back and not reciprocate." Putting aside the right and wrong of the position, if we look at the matter, Di Baotian did give me a way out yesterday, because during the few hours during this period, he actually had countless opportunities to go back on his word, and even faced me with his own hands. He was shot in the head, but he never did it. Even at this moment, when my whereabouts were exposed, he did not take action to kill any of us, but gave this right to others. From a metaphysical point of view, if I were shot and died today, although my death would be due to a word or an order from Di Baotian, he was not the one who killed me. If one day in the future I am obsessed with revenge, I will not be able to find any trouble with him. So in this matter, I actually owe him a life, but this debt makes me feel useless and even unwilling to accept it. However, thinking about it now has no effect, because the woman is listening After speaking so thoroughly to the residents, the way they looked at me even changed.
Her eyes were still fierce, but there was a sense of joy in them. It feels like I finally got an order to get rid of a few of you who know the truth. So the woman took two steps forward, kicked my satchel that Di Baotian had thrown on the ground before, and kicked it in front of me. I believe that this kind of footwork should represent the national women's football team in the future and bring glory to the country. I have been trying to find my bag since I escaped. Now it is at my feet, but I don't know what to do.
The woman pointed the gun at me and said coldly, you, pick up your junk. I stood still, wondering what she meant by this. Could it be that Di Baotian had given her an order to kill without mercy, but she wanted to let me live instead? Otherwise, why should I pick it up? Wouldn't it be fine if I just shot it to pieces? Seeing me standing still, the woman repeated again, pick up your broken things!
This time the voice was slightly louder and had a strong commanding tone. So I slowly bent down, but my eyes seemed to be looking at the woman, and I just reached for my bag. At this time, there was a click, and the gun in the woman's hand rang slightly, as if the safety bolt was pulled open. I thought she was worried that I would take something out of the bag to resist when I picked it up, so Started scaring me. But just when my fingers touched the strap of my satchel, there was a gunshot, and a burst of dust bounced up on the ground in front of me, mixed with the sparks caused by the bullet hitting the ground.
I had been frightened like this twice in one day. After all, people are still afraid of death, so I immediately let go, threw away the strap of my backpack, and squatted down, neither standing up nor squatting down.
The woman said with a smile, you, pick up the bag! She said the same thing three times in a row, but this time it was obviously mocking. The gunshot just now seemed particularly loud at night. The silly girl was protected by Da Mao behind her. After hearing the gunshot, she was so frightened that she burst into tears. Her uncontrollable crying made me even more upset at this moment. I had to obey the woman's orders again, not to mention what medicine she was selling in her gourd, so I bent down again and grabbed the strap of my satchel.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and there was another shot. This time it still hit the ground, but the location of the hit was a few inches closer to my feet. I had just lifted half of my satchel and was hit by the bullet. The fragments penetrated all at once, and the pulling force was so strong that I almost let go. I couldn't imagine that if such a stray bullet hit my leg, I would probably break several bones immediately.
After this shot, the woman and the men around her started laughing, and then I realized that this woman was playing tricks on me. She asked me to pick up my bag and shot to scare me, but I couldn't do anything about it. , although I was angry, I could only let her play tricks on me. At this time, the woman said with a smile, "What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and put your broken bag on your back."
The action of stepping on the bag required me to raise at least one hand and put the shoulder strap of the bag around my neck. If the woman shot me again at this time, she might hit my upper body head-on. So I hesitated. At this moment, it was no longer a question of whether I was afraid of death, but when I expected the consequences of doing so, why should I do it stupidly?
Seeing my hesitation, the woman stopped repeating those words. Instead, she pointed the gun at me, as if she was about to pull the trigger. There was no way, it seemed like there was no way to escape this time, so he pretended to step on my satchel, loosen the soldiers and horses in his hands, and let them go. These two actions were carried out almost at the same time. I just wanted to be jumped by my soldiers before she fired. I closed my eyes and didn't dare to look. This was a gamble, and a big one at that.
"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and she fired much faster than I thought. I firmly believe that when the gunshot sounded, my soldiers had just left my hands. I was so scared that I shook my neck and quickly checked to see if I had been shot anywhere. After feeling it for a while, I found that there was no gunshot wound on my body. At the strange moment, I saw the woman seemed to have stumbled and fell. He fell to the sky and fell down. I knew that my soldiers had succeeded. After the only person with a gun fell down, I had more time to deal with the remaining seven or eight people. So I directed my soldiers and horses to trip up the remaining people, while I rushed towards the woman, because she still had a gun in her hand, and I had to seize this moment to snatch it down. Soldiers and horses cannot be used to harm other people's bodies or lives. To trip the other person is just a side effect. When I was about one meter away from the woman, I jumped up and pressed hard with my body. At the same time, I grabbed the woman's wrist and buckled it backwards, causing the woman to scream in pain. As soon as her hand softened, I snatched the gun away.
I had a gun in my hand, and it was a loaded gun. Now the situation was reversed again. I got up and pointed the gun at the woman's head. Although I had never fired a gun before, I still understood the basic principles. . Those who had been tripped by me also got up one after another. Seeing that I pointed a gun at their second-in-command, they did not dare to move.
At this time, the silly girl started crying desperately behind her, and then a weak voice came:
"Brother Shankong..."
