The nurse stumbled again at the impatient push from behind, and fell heavily in the corridor, next to an open door with a gap, like a white withering.
A faint scent of medicine wafted out from the dark gap between the door and the side wall, diluting the blood on the nurse's face. She slowly raised her desperate face, realizing that this was the pharmacy where she worked, and how much she missed that smell. She tried to take a last look into the narrow darkness in front of her, but she could not see anything beyond the darkness, not even the outlines of rows of people.
Until her sluggish gaze slowly raised, she saw half of the face in the narrow darkness, cold, numb, a narrow area illuminated only by the dim light that penetrated through the narrow crack in the door, the colorless corners of the mouth, the reflective line of the nose bridge, the eyebrows and eyes dark behind the brim of the hat, as if it was the only imperfect pattern floating in the endless darkness, coldly watching everything outside the darkness.
She felt familiar, but she didn't dare to think that he was familiar, because she thought he was the loyalist who had always existed in hell, the loyalist who had always fought against the executioners unyieldingly, he was a hero. So she didn't dare to speak out, didn't dare to pray, she just hoped that he would continue to exist in the darkness and continue to fight.
The impatient executioner kicked her hard in the back and warned her that she must stand up and walk again.
In agony, at the feet of the executioner, she gathered up all her remaining courage and turned it into a pale smile, offering it as a blessing to the darkness. Then she tried to distance herself and faced the dark and cold corridor again. She struggled and continued to stagger, her white shoes leaving footprints of dark blood with every step.
She didn't know how delicate her pale smile was.
She didn't know how precious a smile in hell was.
She didn't know how absurd it was to be blessed by the dead.
She didn't know that her loyalist was both a killer and an executioner, but she gave him the bloody blessing.
She didn't know that her white shoes were still moving towards death, while the dark gap beside the door behind her was silently expanding and darkness was being released.
The sound of explosions and impacts once again echoed throughout the dark corridor. The bullets seemed to be particularly fond of this environment. They impacted, splashed, and rebounded wantonly. When they fell, they hit the hard objects with exceptional crispness, still intoxicated by the blood they had once passed by.
"He's in the pharmacy!"
The screams echoed in all the connected corridors, summoning all the Zhong Kui masks that were blocking the corridors, floating in the darkness stepping on blood.
She couldn't believe that she was being pulled by the tie behind her collar and dragged backwards. The executioner who was behind her was already lying on the cold ground, twitching, bleeding, and making his last gurgling breath. He tripped over her foot as she was dragged backwards, and one of her white shoes fell off. Her white socks were immediately stained with dark blood after rubbing against her.
She was thrown violently into the door of the pharmacy she had just passed. The big hand behind her collar slipped loose, and she fell due to inertia and continued to slide on the cold ground until she hit the cabinet in the dark. Amid the sound of the cabinet tipping over and falling, fierce explosive shooting was heard outside the door again. Bullets whistled in the corridor outside the door, and then the dark figure retreated violently. With the heavy sound of the door closing, the space immediately became dark.
"Don't stand up!"
The loyalist spoke. His voice was low and cold, without any emotion. It was clear in the darkness, but it shocked her mind. It was as if she had heard this voice before, and heard it deeply.
The sound of explosive shooting suddenly rang out violently outside the door. The weak spots of the wooden door quickly flashed with faint light, which became more and more brighter. The sound of penetration and the sound of medicine bottles being smashed could be heard everywhere. The dark space suddenly began to shine palely. He began to shoot wildly at the door that was being shot at. The bullet holes on the door doubled in number. The bullets rushed in opposite directions, wreaking havoc in both directions across the door, either penetrating or embedding, just to tear each other apart.
She seemed to be deaf to the sound. Every time the fireworks flashed, she could see the cold and numb face more clearly, which completely awakened her horrible memories. He was not a loyalist at all, he was also a killer and an executioner; his position with her was like the blackness of him and the whiteness of her.
Is this the punishment of hell? Why do the killers and executioners fight over death
"Go inside!"
Now she didn't know how to call him, she was also lost, thinking that people who entered the tomb would be more sober, but everyone in the tomb was more lost. She pushed aside the clutter and crawled to the compartment inside.
Boom! The shock wave exploded, and the already damaged door was instantly shattered by the grenade, finally able to bathe in the dark light. He stood up and pushed down every row of shelves in the room with all his strength. After the rumbling sound of collapse and the sound of bottles and cans falling, the space in the pharmacy seemed like a dark ruin. At least the grenade could not roll here, and it was difficult to identify the muzzle of the gun hidden in the mess.
Outside the door, several Zhong Kui leaned against the wall and began to change magazines. They had never encountered such a tenacious and calm opponent. Apart from the Japanese, this was the first time a traitor made them so nervous that their bullets dropped during the reloading process.
The leader Zhong Kui appeared in the corridor, casually holding a gun, and strolled over. All the masks under the darkness turned around, waiting for the order to kill.
"You can fight like this as a traitor? You've taught me a lesson! Come out on your own and I'll give you a good beating and leave you with an intact body."
silence.
"We will live forever in fire, and you are not even worthy of hell."
Still quiet.
Leader Zhong Kui didn't get an answer, so he nodded to the masks.
Suddenly, a vigilante's voice came from the end of the corridor: "Someone is coming! One! He is waving a towel at us."
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No one expected that Military Police Commander Maeda would compromise and agree to the demands of the special forces.
However, the situation did not change significantly, because the first demand of the commandos was to get their captain, which was the purpose of their mission. But the captain was still in Li Youcai's hand, and if he did not surrender, it would still be a deadlock.
A detective was ordered to be a messenger. He did not need to enter the hospital. He just came to the window of Li Youcai's ward and announced Captain Maeda's order to Li Youcai, ordering him to release the hostages and hand them over to the commandos.
Li Youcai did not expect Maeda to compromise, but he was not surprised by Maeda's order. At the critical moment, there was no reason for his dog not to become a discarded child. He never expected the dog to be respected. After despair, the news of despair again did not have much impact on him at this moment.
"Deputy Captain Li, this... I have said everything I need to say, do you think..."
"I am your ancestor!" The paleness and exhaustion behind the sunglasses were filled with unwillingness: "I will not let go of my life! I will take someone with me even if I die. I am a traitor, and he is killing traitors, so it's a good idea to die together!"
The leader of the Zhong Kui gang in the corridor spoke at the right time: "If you let him go, we agree to spare your life."
"Do you believe it yourself?"
"Don't you want to die? This is your only chance!"
"It's because I don't want to die, so I hope everyone will die together! It's fair to die the same way, no matter if it's a human, a ghost, or a dog!"
The voices in the corridor disappeared, and Zhong Kui stopped talking. The messenger outside the window sighed helplessly: "Deputy Captain Li, calm down. This matter... is beyond your control. Look carefully, the guns of the imperial army are now... Take care."
The messenger left the window. Li Youcai stared out the window blankly. Then he noticed the direction of the gun muzzles. His line of sight could directly meet the muzzle of the gun and the line of sight of the shooter who was aiming at him.
Cold, everything was cold, disobeying orders could not save his own life, at this moment, he finally laughed, as if all the despair was released, and all the pain was released. Losing, even the last chip in his hand could be the reason for losing, losing forever and never being able to be reborn, for a gambler, this is an achievement that cannot be surpassed!
Another voice came from the corridor: "Mr. Li, if you keep dawdling, your dog master will do it for me. Haha… Why do I suddenly feel that you should treat me as a benefactor? Why do I suddenly feel that being a dog is also quite pitiful?"
The dog traitor continued to laugh silently. He removed the muzzle of the gun from behind the hostage's head and instead concealed it against the hostage's back, pressing it tightly as if he was going to stab it in like a knife. He said to himself, "I, Li Youcai, never default on my debts. I will admit defeat when I lose. Really, I have never... defaulted on my debts. Now is the last round, and what I want to do... is to default once and swallow my last chip. You will have to cut open my stomach to get it. Sorry!"
The audience in the corridor had no idea what the traitor was saying and had no idea that he was going to end up killing the hostages.
The trigger began to accept the pressure, ready to fire at the next moment, and suddenly another voice said: "You don't have to do this, I can spare your life."
That voice came from the hostage in front of the traitor's gun!
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