"Don't be nervous, sir. I just don't understand something. Eva is just a dancer. Why do you want to kill her?"
Duanwu grabbed Beicang's hair and brought it in front of him.
Beicang couldn't see any expression on the other side, and his tone was very calm. But he didn't know why, but there seemed to be an irresistible force that forced him to answer.
The shot in his left leg made him unsteady, and the pain made his upper and lower teeth chatter, but he still stammered: "Because, because Eva dances for the independent group,..."
Duanwu scratched his head in sudden realization, turned back to Consul Ying and said, "This gentleman has a very good reason for killing people. Should he die if he dances for the independent troupe?"
The corners of the British consul's mouth twitched, and he finally understood why so many people liked to call him a madman, or a madman captain. He was obviously very angry at this time, but he showed normal calmness.
In other words, killing people while talking and laughing is talking about people like Dragon Boat Festival.
The British consul is very grateful that he is still alive. He was about to denounce the crimes of Japanese spies. But at this moment, Duan Wu asked loudly: "Mr. Beicang is right. If you dance for his enemies, you will die. If you watch his enemies dance, you will die. So, do all of you here now deserve to die too? ?”
The captives at Sakura Hall were all panicking at this moment. Because according to Duanwu's explanation, they all deserve to die. Those who dance should be damned, and those who watch dancing should be damned.
"Baga! Beicang, you bastard!"
A Japanese businessman stood up and cursed Beicang. If there were not men in black with guns around him, he would have killed Beicang alive.
"Beicang, what are you talking about? Do you want to kill everyone?"
"You should bear the responsibility for the things you did wrong yourself!"
"It's Beicang who deserves to die, it has nothing to do with us!"
"Shame, you are a shame to the Japanese Empire!"
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At this moment, those Japanese businessmen, Japanese spies, as well as some foreigners and traitors from various countries were very angry.
"Look, they don't support you, which means Eva doesn't deserve to die."
Duanwu kept smiling and looked into Beicang's eyes.
Beicang's whole body began to tremble non-stop at this time. He knew he couldn't escape. He mustered up the courage to shout loudly: "Then please, kill me?"
"I'll jump on you now!"
Zhao Beishan took out his gun and was about to destroy Beicang. Because not only the Dragon Boat Festival, but also the soldiers of the entire independent regiment were very angry.
Eva is just a dancer. She was just doing a dance for the warriors who had been fighting for days. What's wrong with her?
But she was brutally killed by the little devil.
Zhao Beishan wanted to avenge Eva, so he asked for instructions: "Tuanzuo, let me kill him!"
"No!"
Duanwu waved his hand, and then asked the military commander on the side: "Where was Eva stabbed?"
The military commander hurriedly stepped forward and replied: "Abdomen."
Duanwu asked back: "Do you still know the specific location?"
"clear!"
The military commander bowed, then pulled out the knife from his waist, aimed it at a position about three inches below the left abdomen, and slashed.
"Well!"
Beicang was stabbed, covering his wound with a very painful expression.
Duanwu pretended to reprimand: "How could you do this? It's too cruel."
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The military commander was speechless and thought to himself: "Didn't you ask me to do this? Could it be that I got it wrong?"
However, at this moment, Duanwu found a chair and sat down, and then said to Beicang: "Come on, Mr. Beicang, let's dance for everyone."
Everyone was stunned. Beicang was also stunned. He had a broken leg and was stabbed, but he was still asked to dance? How can he jump?
Seeing that no one had any reaction, Duanwu suddenly realized and said: "Is it because there is no music?"
Before Dragon Boat Festival finished speaking, Zhao Beishan and the military commander instantly understood something!
The military commander even smiled ferociously at Beicang and said, "It's your honor to dance for the leader of the Dragon Boat Festival. Don't you want to dance?"
The military commander threatened with a knife. He is the best at torture. Is Yamaguchi Yoshiko's mouth tough? He was also pried open.
Beicang had no choice but to dance in pain. He was limping around in circles.
Blood continued to flow out from between his fingers, and the wound on his leg became more and more painful.
But he gritted his teeth and persisted, because if he didn't jump, it would probably be more uncomfortable than death.
Duanwu was expressionless, leaning on the chair and closing his eyes.
He was humming the song Eva sang when she danced that day.
At this time, a chill came over me. That night, everyone who had seen Eva dancing or heard the singing had a feeling of hair standing on end.
They felt that Eva seemed to be alive again, and her elegant dancing and moving singing remained in their eyes and ears for a long time.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes,...
At this time, everyone was immersed in Eva's dancing and singing in their minds. It wasn't until the singing suddenly stopped that they were brought back to reality.
Duanwu suddenly opened his eyes, aimed at Beicang, who was showing his ugly face, and shot him.
Beicang fell down like a top.
But before everyone could recover, Danwu fired another shot with his backhand, hitting Yamaguchi Fanghua in the head.
So far, Deps, the German arms dealer who sold fake arms, Japanese spy Yoshika Yamaguchi, and Kitakura, the Japanese spy who assassinated EVA, have all been executed.
Duanwu looked at the people who were still stunned, waved his hands from left to right and said: "We have closed the team, and the remaining people will be handed over to the military commander."
After that, Danwu strutted towards the gate of Sakura Hall.
Zhao Beishan repeated the order: "Everyone close the team, and the matters here will be handled by the military commander."
"yes!"
With his stick and knife, Zhou called for people to gather quickly, and then followed Zhao Beishan out.
At this time, the military commander bowed slightly, stopped Zhao Beishan, lowered his voice and asked: "This dear friend? What should I do to satisfy Chief Duanwu?"
Zhao Beishan glanced at the other party and sneered: "Brother? Don't you understand what regiment means? You do whatever your military commander does on a daily basis."
"I understand, thank you for your advice."
The military commander bowed and retreated, and not long after, he heard a burst of intense gunshots and screams coming from the Sakura Hall.
Duanwu looked back at this time, shook his head and said: "Look at what they do, they are really military commanders."
Zhao Beishan smiled apologetically and said, "They are all spies and traitors."
"Brother Dragon Boat Festival, Brother Dragon Boat Festival! We are back."
At this moment, with more than a hundred meters left, Wei Zhengcai greeted loudly and pushed several large carts back.
Duanwu smiled and said: "Return with a full load."
Zhao Beishan said jokingly: "Don't bring back another cart of fake arms."
"Haha, then he really deserves to die."
Dragon Boat Festival continued to smile. However, at this time, Wei Zhengcai did not hear what Duanwu said and asked in surprise: "Brother Duanwu? What did you say?"
Duanwu replied: "I mean, Brother Wei is really responsible for capturing so many arms!"
"I don't want to take it, I don't want to take it. As long as Brother Duanwu doesn't punish me for buying fake cannonballs."
Wei Zhengcai told the truth. He has been thinking about it all day long! ...
