Red dust kills beauty

21. Cruel Angel ④

"A-Ning looks so angry, oh my god, I'm so scared~~~ A-Zhao is outside, guess if I call now, will he save you or save me?"

As soon as Zhaoyao was mentioned, my brain, which was almost melted by anger, barely cooled down a little.

...Yes, Zhaoyao, and Zhaoyao.Always so pitiful and lovely Zhaoyao.

The witch merchant was amazed: "You really like Ah Zhao."

I finally understood what happened to Zhaoyao's expression of swallowing a fly every time he called him "Azhao".This rubbish has a problem with emotional expression, just like his behavior is so drama, so white, so bitch, it's not for gaining sympathy in exchange for benefits, it's purely for disgusting people.

The more he likes people, the more he respects them by address. For example, Fu Baixue, the two have known each other for more than ten years, and he still calls him Mr. Fu.But for those who he has malice or disgust, he will use nicknames, such as me, such as Zhaoyao.

That nickname is by no means intimacy, but to disgust us.He probably thought it was interesting.

——What a twisted person.No, he is not worthy of being called a human being at all.

His eyes wandered around and landed on the pink ribbon tied around my neck, with a subtle smile in his eyes.

"It's bad to be locked up, right? It's obviously rotten here, and it's the place you hate the most, but for Zhaoyao, you have to be chained around your neck like a dog, and let us call you around , beating and scolding."

"..."

Probably because I didn't dare to kill him on the spot (I would only assassinate him if I did), he poked my scar more and more recklessly, and his words were full of malicious curiosity.

"Speaking of which, all the people in the punishment room are still alive and well. I've always been curious about one thing. When you came to the intelligence department to report, did you meet them in an elevator?"

Of course I have.Encountered more than once.

Every one of them...everyone's face, I remember clearly.

The smile in his eyes deepened: "——It's so miserable, Zhaoyao's little dog. Because he became Zhaoyao's dog, he didn't dare to show his paws at all, he just exposed his belly obediently, eager to show his harmlessness ?”

I just heard a "click", and the pen in my hand was crushed by me.

"Oh, it's scary."

The witch merchant stroked his chest exaggeratedly and hypocritically, with a cowardly look: "Ah Ning is getting angry from embarrassment, is he going to do something to me?"

...he really loves acting.

Although my heart was about to explode, my reason told me that I lost this round, so I had to maintain my demeanor and never let him watch jokes again.

I imitated his soft tone and spoke.

"How come, I'm Zhaoyao's dog. Zhaoyao is your brother's dog, how can I do anything to my master's master?"

"Pfft..." Wu Shang laughed, and he applauded me, "Zhaoyao is Wu Shen's dog—well said, continue."

A look like I see how you plan to fight back.

He's reclined in the wide office chair, and I'm standing in front of him.In order to talk to me, the witch merchant had to look up at me, but even in such a weak posture, he was very capable.

From my perspective, I can see his leisurely and enthusiastic smile.

I rested my fingers on the armrest of the desk and tapped lightly twice.

After being unilaterally exported for so long, I finally decided to fight back with a more respectful attitude.

"I think Mr. Wu is more pitiful than me."

The witch merchant is the head of the Ministry of Intelligence. It stands to reason that this is a job that requires as much secrecy as possible.In addition, according to my observation, he is not a character who craves the attention of the outside world - these two aspects determine that it is impossible for him to walk around in a ostentatious pink coat.

And—he didn't like the color at all.

It shouldn't be, given how precious he is to his coat—unless it's not liking, but cherishing.

Why would a person value a piece of clothing so much?

Considering that the jacket was obviously one size too big, He Wushang put it on suddenly two years ago.

Two years ago, what a delicate time.

I stayed in the torture room for three months, not counting the subsequent two months in confinement. In the first month before that, I managed to get a lot of things from the gangsters in the torture room.

Two years ago, Wu Can, who used to be unknown, suddenly ascended to the throne; Fu Baixue, the captain of the second team, joined Yu Jingchun; two years ago, the clothes of the witch merchants suddenly changed into peach red coats.

What's more subtle is that none of these four incidents took place for more than a month.

The answer is obvious. A big event happened two years ago.This major event that the low-level people had no chance to know changed the original life trajectory of these people and caused some indelible impacts—for example, the death of a very important person.

And this dress, like the thumb pull on Fu Baixue's thumb, is a relic left by that person.

I had a malicious smile on my face: "Although I am Zhaoyao's dog, at least Zhaoyao is still alive... Unlike some bereaved dogs, I have an owner—"

"--boom!!!"

I was in a bad mood, so I only had time to tilt my body slightly.The bullet narrowly missed the heart, shattering the ribs just below it.

At that moment just now, the witch merchant pulled out the gun attached to his waist almost instantly, and pulled the trigger at me without hesitation.He wasn't happy with one shot, and he shot me twice in the legs, bang bang.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, without any trembling or shaking of the hands, which was incredibly fast.

This is a close-range shot, and there is no possibility of a buffer.After the bullet entered the body, it produced a huge momentum, and then came out from my back and legs.I staggered and fell to the ground, a large amount of blood spilled from the bullet hole, but within a few seconds, the severe pain and blood loss made me dizzy.

In film and television works, there are often strongmen who were shot several times and survived, or who were shot as if they had eaten a jelly bean.

But in reality, a bullet shot into the torso is enough to kill a person.Even if it hits a limb, the impact of the bullet will shatter the bone, and the injured will often face amputation.

People with superpowers have much better physical fitness than ordinary people, and my own ability can also guarantee that I will not have any accidents, so I still have 5 minutes to think and give first aid.

5 minutes.enough

Seeing the ruthlessness of the witch merchant when he shot, I knew that this man was acting again.He is not weak at all, whether it is shooting angle, strength, timing, they are all very delicate, and he is an absolute master.

Seeing that there is no difference in the back of his shots, and he didn't even rub his wrists, he knew that with his physique and the recoil of three consecutive shots, he was relaxed.

... Tsk, this trash of a witch merchant, he still has even one place, isn't he just pretending?

I twitched my fingers and pulled out the puppet thread with difficulty, trying to activate the ability to repair the damaged body.

A wooden clog fell heavily, stepped on my finger, and crushed it several times.

I lay on the ground—a position that minimizes my bleeding—and managed to look up at him.

"It's just an unintentional remark... Mr. Wu intends to kill me?"

The witch merchant looked at me condescendingly, without the dummy-like, exaggerated and artificial gentle smile on his face.

Those heavy wooden clogs rubbed and rubbed on my ten fingers until I heard the sound of bones breaking and my body convulsed with pain, then he said expressionlessly: "Ning Hongchen, you want to spy on the high-level intelligence, How did you die?"

As he spoke, he raised his foot again, stomped heavily on my face, and stomped me directly into the floor.I let out a muffled grunt.

Wow...he is really angry~

"Hehehe...hahahaha——"

At this juncture of life and death, not only was I not afraid, but I laughed lowly.

"Mr. Wu, you... unexpectedly hold grudges..." I laughed intermittently, "The time I first met you...you remember it...you finally paid it back to me...don't you?" Very happy?"

Ah... the taste of pain and suffocation is really sweet.

One thing that cannot be denied is that the experience of torture in those months still had an impact on me.

I became paranoid, hypersensitive, and afraid of the dark, and at the same time, the blood stimulated my senses and my brain went into overdrive.

If these can be overcome, then the hopeless dependence on Zhaoyao is tricky.

But there is no way, the experience of not being able to see the light for two whole months and only relying on Zhaoyao wholeheartedly made me completely unable to resist him who appeared like a god.

Originally, I empathized with Fu Baixue a little bit, because...well, I lack love, haha.

But it turned out that Fu Baixue was just watching me, which made my heartbeat a while ago very boring.

When I didn't know, would Fu Baixue laugh at my stupidity and innocence when he was on the phone with the witch merchant?

So, for me at this time, Zhaoyao is extremely important.Because he is the anchor point to stabilize my psychology and also my protective wall. As long as my undercover identity is not exposed to him, he will do his best to protect me.

Although I understand the truth, but... I'm actually... still a little sad.

I thought I was funny, so I laughed again.

"..." The witch merchant frowned at me, obviously not understanding why I was laughing.

"Don't worry about me...you continue..."

The witch merchant lost his desire to perform because of my laughter, he withdrew his foot from stepping on my head wearily: "Before I have had enough fun, why did you break yourself first?"

There was a sense of dullness in the words.

"But... I'm still very angry." The witch merchant squatted in front of me, playing with the short platinum hair in front of my eyes, his tone was as calm as stagnant water, "You know Ning Hongchen, it's been two years, including Mr. Fu and Mr. Fu. Zhaoyao, no one dares to mention that person in front of me—you are the first."

"I thought I'd calmed down, but it turns out I'm not. I'm still very, very, very angry. I know it doesn't make sense to vent your anger on you, but there's nothing you can do about it. You're going to kill yourself."

As he spoke, he took out an injection from his wide sleeve, which was an α-type gender-directed conversion agent.

"Speaking of which, it seems that no one has injected sex-changing agents into undifferentiated people, or Aning, you should be the first one."

As he spoke, he pressed the needle and gently pushed the tube of medicine into the back of my neck.

The Shaman's face is beautiful and soft, with a natural smile on his lips, which can be evaluated as an angel-like appearance.Even though he was doing such a cruel thing, he still looked very gentle.

What... It turns out that the so-called "cruel angel" is not a medicine at all, but a human being.

Next chapter: The Daily Life of Meng A①

Zhaoyao stretched out her hand to me: "Move out and live with me."

I hesitated: "But I'm an Alpha..."

"What's wrong with Alpha, Alpha and Alpha can't be good friends?"

... God damn good friend.

I was told that I liked it in the last chapter, so happy!I thought the writing of this article was a failure, and I was quite depressed!

Thank you dears >3<~~~