The unconscious person woke up at some point, or at least it didn't seem like he had just woken up, because he already understood the general situation. However, he had his back to Li Youcai, so Li Youcai didn't know.
Li Youcai, who was at the bottom of despair, had a blank mind. Was this the light of hope
"You should know that they are my people, who came to save me. I am the captain, and I decide who lives and who dies. If I say I will spare your life, do you dare to believe me?"
The awakened man did not look back, because the traitor's gun was still pointed at his back, but his tone was calm and every word was clear.
This gambling game is like a fog. Li Youcai is the gambler who lost the most. He only realized now that the unconscious person was just a bargaining chip in his hand. But after the unconscious person becomes awake, the awakened person wants to become the banker. As long as Li Youcai dares to remove the gun in his hand, the awakened person will become the new banker. Is this an opportunity? Will he dare to gamble again after changing the banker? Even if he doesn't gamble, he has lost and is about to be eliminated.
The awakened person felt the traitor's hesitation and struggle through his breathing rate close behind him, and said, "I think... my ears need to be bandaged. In addition... we shouldn't continue to stand under the guns of the devils, what do you think?"
The gun pointed at the back of the awakened person was lowered, and the new dealer came on the scene.
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The blessings sent to the enemy made the nurse confused; the blessings from the enemy made Hu Yi fall into a fog of thought.
Originally, he was going to watch her walk toward the altar. Even though he had been saved by her by accident, it could not change the fact that she was a Japanese devil. He was numb and not prepared to intervene. But that pale smiling blessing seemed to contain infinite strange power, as dazzling as the pale sunlight shining through the gaps in the dark clouds, and it was devastating.
Now she huddled in the darkness, looking to the other side of the darkness: "You should be cursed."
Because of the inaccurate pronunciation of Chinese, the voice sounds cold and astringent.
"I don't mind." The answer in the darkness was just as cold.
"You are a killer without conscience."
"Do you have a conscience?"
“I’m saving.”
"You saved your killers and let them continue killing. So you have a conscience? Who is the killer? Even if this is a grave, it should be my grave. Why did you die in my grave? Why write your name on my tombstone? Why?"
There was no more answer, only darkness and cold silence.
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The military police officer who had been observing a certain hospital window put down his binoculars, left the cordon, hurried to the street, came to the side seat of the motorcycle, leaned over and reported to the military police commander Maeda: "Deputy Captain Li let him go. However, he walked out of the room on his own."
Maeda couldn't help but raise his gloomy face: "You mean... he woke up?"
The officer nodded, and Maeda finally got out of the car. He stood in the middle of the gray street, leaning on his knife with both hands, looking at the heavily surrounded hospital, as if he was weighing and thinking. After a long time, he turned around and faced the three leaders who were waiting near him with numb bodies. He said gloomily: "As long as they can promise not to hurt our people again, you can agree to any of their demands. I am not interested in continuing to face the humiliation here."
The detective captain didn't dare to speak, and turned to look at the police captain. The police captain also didn't dare to say anything, and turned to look at the military police officer. The military police officer gritted his teeth and asked, "Does it include their departure?"
"Yes. As long as the hostages can be rescued safely, they can be allowed to leave. As for how to ensure everything goes smoothly, you can discuss it with them. But if another hostage dies, there is no need to discuss it. Just open fire."
The captain of the detective team sighed: It seems that this old fox Maeda is not going to take the blame and continues to shift the blame to his subordinates!
After hearing this arrangement, the police captain quietly stepped back half a step. He really didn't want to be the planner of such a deal.
The military police officer was not afraid of taking responsibility, but he did not want to make such a deal, so he expressed his opinion again: "I think we should not let the tiger go back to the mountain. After all, they have killed more than a dozen wounded people! I can make an ambush plan..."
Before he could finish his words, Maeda raised his hand to interrupt him: "You don't need to take any risks, just do as I ask." Then he said nothing more, got on the motorcycle, waved his hand, and left.
The military police officer couldn't understand why Commander Maeda had become so cowardly. He watched with a gloomy face as the motorcycle team disappeared around the corner of the street!
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Li Youcai, the hostage-taker, eventually became one of the hostages. He chose to believe the promise of the pillar of the country. In fact, this is not a choice. He had no choice at all. It was either a glimmer of hope or death.
The awakened captain of the special forces became the master of the situation. He was worthy of being a pillar of the country. He fulfilled his promise to the traitor, suppressed the anger of Zhong Kui and saved the traitor's life. Li Youcai didn't have to die, but special care was inevitable. He was kicked and beaten and huddled in the corner trying to regain his even breathing, like a dirty and scoundrel dog who fell ill in a dark street corner.
After spitting out the ash and blood in his mouth, he laughed again, wrinkling his nose in pain, laughing happily, laughing so hard that the hostages, the audience, and the Zhong Kuis who beat him could not understand. That smile in pain did not show contempt for anyone at all, but revealed his true happiness. The gambler did not lose everything, at least his life was still there, how could he not be happy, he had to stubbornly live. It was just a pity that his exquisite sunglasses were no longer on his face, but on the ground. The lenses had not fallen yet, but they had broken into pieces, like a vein of sadness. He picked them up carefully and tried to wipe the dust off the shiny reflection with his sleeve.
The controller also gave up the idea of the traitor in the pharmacy. Negotiations have already begun. If there are gunshots or explosions in the hospital again, it will be misunderstood by the Japanese. A stable situation is conducive to leaving hell, and the pharmacy area can continue to be blocked.
Not long after, a truck covered with canvas drove into the hospital gate and stopped at the two spring doors. There was only one Japanese driver in the truck. A Zhong Kui entered the co-pilot seat of the cab with a gun. The hostages were escorted to the door by Zhong Kui and got on the car at gunpoint. All the doctors and nurses, half of the wounded, and the Japanese wounded who were unable to walk were left in the hospital. This was part of the deal. Then the Zhong Kui squeezed into the back car, some holding guns and grenades, and crowded together with the hostages.
Under the muzzles of countless guns, the truck started slowly. No one could have expected this ending. Under the sunlight, it was so quiet that only the sound of the engine could be heard. There was still no wind. The hospital with blue bricks and gray tiles was still like a tomb. The plaster flag hanging high continued to hang lifelessly, overlooking the blood and darkness inside the cold building.
The truck went away and disappeared. The route was designated by the Zhong Kuis at any time. There was a motorcycle team following from a distance. The truck would drive out of the city and away from Meixian County. Then, a few hostages and Zhong Kuis would be dropped off at intervals. The hostages got off the truck and walked backwards to join the motorcycle team following from a distance. Zhong Kui turned sideways and disappeared into the wilderness and woods. After making sure that Zhong Kui had enough time to get rid of the pursuit, the truck would continue to move forward, continuing to the next leg of the journey, the next batch, until all the hostages were free and the Zhong Kuis disappeared.
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The two spring doors at the main entrance of the hospital were creaking and shaking. Military police, police, and detective teams were either rushing in or out, leaving behind large, messy, bloody footprints outside the door, frozen in the sunlight.
The bloody chaos was over, but not the two people who had just walked out, one in black and one in white; the man in black seemed to be loyal, but was actually a killer, then a savior, and now a hostage-taker. When he was bathed in the sunlight, it seemed unreal as if he had woken up from a dream.
"If you don't scream, you may not have a chance." His gun was not in his hand, but the holster was next to him, with the handle not fastened.
The hem of the white-robed man's skirt was stained with large patches of blood. He clasped his hands together in front of him, clenching them so tightly that every slender finger was already blue. He did not look at the black-robed man beside him, but looked up at the sky with a pale face, and answered in unskilled Chinese: "I have already cursed you."
The man in black looked around, his eyes glaring as if he hadn't woken up yet. He pressed down the brim of his black hat helplessly, without even looking at the man in white robe beside him: "Then you can go back and continue your rescue."
The man in white robes continued to stand on the steps in front of the door, quietly stepping on the bloody mess, no longer looking up at the sky, but just watching the dark back of the killer passing by the bayonet of the military police and walking away. She continued to be pale.
A crow was flying silently over the hospital. Some people said that the crow was the messenger of the curse. However, it did not get any information of interest here, but just flew away in boredom under the gloomy sky.
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The transaction went surprisingly smoothly, so smoothly that even Li Youcai, the second-rate hostage, couldn't believe that even he would be released.
Li Youcai was inexplicably depressed, but he didn't know why he was depressed. All this happened out of nowhere, like a dream. He had a lot of things to consider. He didn't think that Lin Xiu would prepare another plan after asking him to save people. This was obviously a conflict with the Rangers. So what kind of existence did Lin Xiu have in the Rangers? The Rangers rushed directly to the hospital. Was it monitoring the gendarmerie or themselves? How could they know that the car heading to the hospital must be the person they wanted to save if they were monitoring the gendarmerie? How could they know about his secret plan if they were monitoring himself? Everything became a fog.
As for the poisoning, Li Youcai originally had a plan to eliminate his suspicion, but now everything has become simpler. Given his tragic position in the incident, how could he be a suspicion again? This step could be omitted, so now he did not choose to see Su Qing first, but went straight to the gendarmerie to report.
Maeda sat in the office, not feeling the joy after a successful transaction, nor the anger as he had imagined. He just watched quietly as Li Youcai walked in like a lost dog.
Li Youcai wanted to speak first, but he felt a very unusual atmosphere, an atmosphere that was hard to describe. Although there were only him and Captain Maeda in the office, it felt like a prison. When he thought that the death experience was still affecting his mind, Maeda spoke.
"You are the one who poisoned me, right?"
This sentence was as powerful as thunderbolt, and instantly froze Li Youcai into ice. How could Maeda ask this question under such circumstances? Why did he ask this question
"Is this a default?" The scariest thing is that the questioner has no expression.
"I have no motive."
"You do. Does Lin Xiu count?"
Li Youcai felt that everything in front of him was suddenly white and hazy. Whether it was the light pouring in through the window or the walls around the office, they all seemed to be as cold as the box-like ward in the hospital...