Hong Kong black cadres hate mackerel

The light in the warehouse was too dim, and only dark liquid could be seen falling on the ground one by one.I couldn't tell what it was, I could only smell a strong smell of blood.

- "Step, step, step."

There was a sound of leather shoes stepping on the concrete ground. The opponent held a gun and approached slowly. If you listen carefully, you can hear a little panting sound. The crisp sound of things rolling.

The bullet was loaded successfully.

Because the warehouse is too quiet, the sound of pulling the trigger can still be heard.

"It's really unlucky." The person who approached from the darkness said so, a gleam of happiness flashed across his ugly face, and his eyes were fixed on the young man who was leaning against the wall and covering his stomach. Curly hair covered his palm-sized face, making it hard to see his emotions clearly.

But he should regret it, regretting that he underestimated the enemy and led a small team.Although the people on his side also suffered heavy losses, it was much better than the mafia that was almost wiped out.

Why do you say almost?Well, because their superiors would have to torture him to let him die.

The man holding the gun thought so happily, and dropped the gun in his hand on his shoulder, making a pretentious and suave gesture. "Ah, if I remember correctly, you should be a candidate for the Port Mafia?"

"Hmm." The skinny young man leaned against the wall, and made a low breath when he heard the words, and he was still chuckling. "What does this gentleman want to say?"

"The candidate cadre of the port mafia is so good? Is there no one in your mafia? Let a kid like you be the captain. Look at how many people you have killed." The other party's tone was pleasant and harsh. "If you beg me well, maybe I can spare your life."

After the man finished speaking, the boy known as the kid let out a pleasant chuckle.Soft and glutinous, just the laughter makes one's flesh and bones crumble, not to mention that he is soft and soft with a unique childishness at this age.

"Do you want me to beg for mercy?" Osamu Dazai raised his head slowly, revealing his eyes under the curly black hair under the light that was too weak to see people clearly. "sure."

The boy's tone of voice was soft and gentle, more docile than the man imagined.But there was no trace of fear in the words, it was cool, without a trace of warmth.

"Sir, please kill me with one shot. Although I like death very much, I hate pain the most. You have to aim at my throat or heart with one shot. That's right~ Shooting at the temple is the least likely to die Oh. Do you remember?"

What the hell is this brat talking about? ?

The strong man holding the gun squeezed the gun in his hand, precisely because he felt the pleasant expectation in the boy's tone, and then heard the boy skillfully tell him where it is easiest to die without pain... This feeling is like He has done it many times.

He has the illusion that the prey that is dying is playing him in turn, which makes him feel very angry: he is the one who is cornered, and he is the one who is pointed at with a gun, and all his subordinates are sacrificed It's him too!

What is this little boy to be proud of!

wrong.

The man quickly realized where the problem was. When he found out, the chill that ran up his spine made him almost miss the gun in his hand: it was indifference.

Yes, that's right.The young man was quite indifferent to the sacrifices of his subordinates from the beginning to the end.In the fierce battle just now, there was no other emotion at all when others fell to the ground and died, and they were quite calm from beginning to end.

That's not an emotion for a kid as young as 16.

The man suddenly realized that something was wrong, the boy who covered his abdomen with his hand raised his head, his voice was soft and waxy. "Wow, have you been discovered by Mr.? I am not a ruthless boss. The subordinates I brought are carefully selected eyeliners and undercover agents who were placed in Hong Kong by various organizations. Taking them out to perform tasks can be done Wouldn't it be very cost-effective to meet my death-seeking purpose, and to quietly use your hand to solve the undercover eyeliner?"

The boy's voice was too sweet, the more the man listened to it, the more frightened he felt, and he finally realized that there were many things wrong: this boy was too calm, as if all developments were on his side. within control.

including dying.

This feeling of being controlled by others is too terrifying, and the man's last thought of teasing the child is broken, and he raises the gun in his hand. "Shut up, shut up for me!!!"

The man's nervous words resounded in the warehouse, and the young man became quieter, as if he could see the trembling hand of the man holding the trigger in the dark, and chuckled a few times.

"It's too much, sir. I'm clearly telling you how to attack me more neatly. Well, now I'll count to three, please pull the trigger and shoot the bullet into my gun within three clicks." Oh heart."

"To shut up!!"

"one."

"I tell you to shut up, shut up!!!"

The boy's voice was too calm from the beginning to the end, which made it more oppressive. The anger made the man lose his composure, and even lost the accuracy of aiming, forcing the man to squeeze the trigger, close his eyes and shoot indiscriminately.

"two."

However, the boy's voice was soft, whispering like a demon continued.The man took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, pointed at the boy's throat, and shouted: "Shut up!"

"three."

The boy's voice was neither fast nor slow, and the rhythm was neither too fast nor too slow.When he was counting to "three", the man pulled the trigger furiously, but a dagger flashed silver light one step ahead, and it was accurately inserted into the man's carotid artery, and blood gushed out instantly.

He couldn't hold the gun in his hand and fell to the ground.Immediately afterwards, Lianren also fell to the feet of the young man living in the darkness with a "slap", his eyes were wide open. "Why……"

"Because." The young and delicate boy hooked the corners of his lips from the darkness, and told the final answer to the dying man:

My god is coming soon, but he is my god and death to you.

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