(Fourth today)
He couldn't hear Jiang Minghao's screaming, Mike could only satisfy his perverted mentality with his mad smile. He lifted his leather shoes and kicked Jiang Minghao, the boots and body. The crash sound is like beating a drum.
"Bang...Bang...Bang...Bang..."
It seemed to be listening to a beautiful symphony, which made him feel comfortable, especially Jiang Minghao’s painful expression, and the blood that he spit out, making Mike feel that he was admiring a beauty. Just imagine the most important thing about a man, representing The lifeblood of a man's dignity and status was crushed forcibly, how could he not make Mike angry and even perverted
"Well, pain? Haha..."
Mike stared at Jiang Minghao with that wicked expression, his face was proud and arrogant, as if he was just playing with an abusive toy in front of him. His fingers gently stroked the wounds on Jiang Minghao's shoulder and legs, unexpectedly unconsciously. She pinched Lanhua's fingers, soft as if full of maternal affection.
But in the next second, his face suddenly changed, and his proud and arrogant face instantly turned into a gloomy cold. His eyes scanned Jiang Minghao's body, as if because of this look, the wound between his legs suddenly appeared. There was a sharp pain, which was like a wandering steel needle, leaping from his crotch to his chest.
"Ok······"
Mike suddenly covered his chest, as if being abandoned by a woman. His heart ached. His hideous face showed humiliation, pain, and even sinisterness, but in the next second, a shadow of darkness suddenly appeared in his eyes.
At this time Jiang Minghao was lying on the ground and had stopped sniffing coldly. He still gritted his teeth fiercely, and bursts of blood continuously burst out of his gums, spilling out through his lips, because the palm of his hand was nailed to the ground by a dagger. He couldn't move. He couldn't do any resistance at all except gasping and trembling, especially on his left hand. Five fingers had been broken and four of them had been broken, as if they were branches growing irregularly. The pain caused Jiang Minghao's whole body to be wrapped in a mixture of sweat and blood. This time, he deeply felt the pain of ten fingers connecting his heart.
But the next second, Jiang Minghao felt his whole body shook, and a cool breath came from his lower body. The European killer actually took off Jiang Minghao’s pants, making Jiang Minghao’s heart tight, as if he knew the other party wanted. What's going on, this guy has reached the point of absolutely perverted, unable to explain with common sense at all.
"Hey..."
Mike looked at Jiang Minghao, the evil and viciousness in his eyes were unobstructed. He stared at Jiang Minghao's trembling body, and he couldn't help making a ghostly laugh with excitement. He looked at Jiang Minghao's body while Walking towards the Falcon Wing Saber that Jiang Minghao fell aside, he seemed to have felt the pleasure of tormenting the enemy in advance.
"You said, what kind of pleasure would it be to ruin your life with your knife?"
As Mike walked, he stimulated with a treacherous voice, but Jiang Minghao seemed to have guessed his thoughts. He just slowly closed his eyes and tried to calm his body, saying that a man could not be killed. Humiliated, but now he doesn't even have the strength to bite his tongue, and he even expects that before this perverted knife, he would have lost too much blood and died.
But Jiang Minghao had to admit that Zhao Hao's crooked ways were indeed useful. He promised that he would not die for a month. He didn't expect that his body would still be conscious in this situation, even sensitive to touch, and felt every bit of pain in the body.
Mike saw Jiang Minghao’s lightly closed eyes and the body that had been trembling from pain gradually subsided. He suddenly became irritable, and he slammed the falcon wing saber on the ground against Jiang Minghao’s sore throat. Roared with the unique voice of the eunuch:
"I know that you monster can't die. If a bullet hits your chest, it won't die. I'm just breaking your finger now. You can't die. Open your eyes. I want you to watch me use yours. The knife cut off your most precious things, did you hear it."
But Jiang Minghao still closed his eyes quietly, letting the sharp voice wander in his ears, as if his soul had drifted out of his body with his body, but his left fingers still couldn't help but tremble. , So that Mike’s originally angry face instantly calmed down, his face once again revealed a sinister and vicious expression, and said viciously:
"It's okay, I know you can feel it, come on! Hey!"
If you can only choose between death and humiliation, then most people will choose death, but when your choice is not only humiliation or humiliation, you can only accept it frankly, even if you know the humiliation, you have to The face is still death, because you have nothing to do.
This is Jiang Minghao's current state. When his body felt the coldness from the blade of the Falcon Wing Saber and the stickiness of blood on it, Jiang Minghao felt a shock. He was even ready to accept this perverted knife.
But this perverted Mike did not take the knife. Instead, he tortured Jiang Minghao's mind over and over again. If death and humiliation are terrible, then he is about to face death and humiliation, and he never knows exactly which time. This is the time when they really arrive. This fear of waiting and temptation is like a black hole in a bottomless abyss, which makes people’s spirits tend to collapse or even collapse completely. This is far more terrifying than death, and Jiang Ming Hao is facing this kind of fear now, feeling the breath of death again and again, but struggling out of the fear of death again and again.
"Hey..."
Watching Jiang Minghao struggling on the verge of a mental breakdown, Mike's heart was completely released and freed, as if he had been extremely happy because of it. He continued to say in a cold voice:
"You Long Country has an old saying that there is a cause, there must be an effect. Now you should understand it? Hey..."
Listening to this extremely disgusting voice, Jiang Minghao couldn't help pursing his lips, his face showed a trace of disgust, but this trace of disgust did not escape Mike's eyes. He seemed to be completely irritated by Jiang Minghao's expression. Now, the originally proud face was instantly occupied by anger, he raised the Falcon Wing Saber in his hand, gritted his teeth and said viciously:
"go to hell·······"
As he said, the saber raised in his hand fell sharply, like a shooting star across the sky, piercing towards Jiang Minghao's body.
"boom······"
At this moment, a clear gunshot completely broke the atmosphere of death, and Mike's saber fell sharply. He only felt that the back of his head was slammed by a truck, and the whole person was instantly hit by a truck. The force of the impact pounced forward, and the Falcon Wing Saber clasped in his right hand fell along with his body and plunged into the lawn with a puff.
There was a blood hole in the back of Mike's head, and a stream of red and white mixed liquid flowed out of the hole in the back of his head, and his body just covered Jiang Minghao's lower body.
Behind Mike, there was a man half-kneeling with a pistol. It was the police captain Zheng Yong of the Lanshan Police Station. His pistol was still faintly visible, as if he arrived in time to show off.
"call·······"
Captain Zheng exhaled fiercely, as if he was grateful for how timely his shot was. If it weren't for the fact that his cell phone had no signal, he couldn't make any calls, and he heard no more gunshots on the ground. But if there was Ruowu's scream, he finally couldn't help but ran out to check the situation.
But when he walked out of the basement, he saw Jiang Minghao's right palm with a dagger in his right palm, covered in blood. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and ran towards Jiang Minghao while shouting in his throat: "Very risky, Jiang Minghao, isn't your kid dead?"
But Jiang Minghao’s eyes seemed to be blocked by a layer of fog, and he could only see a looming figure slowly approaching him. He felt his consciousness began to drift away, and even began to slowly detach from his body. Not to feel any pain, as if all the torture just now was a dream.
'So tired, so sleepy. '
These four words are like beauties full of temptation, repeated in Jiang Minghao’s heart, bewildered. Although Jiang Minghao tried to open his eyes, the upper and lower eyelids seemed to be a slowly falling stone door. In the end, Still closed his eyes, Jiang Minghao couldn't feel his existence at all, but his face was still filled with a satisfying smile, as if he had killed so many killers for himself, saved his brothers, and saved the lives of these civilians. Happily, and more importantly, he kept his sincere heart that belongs to the soldier, the bloody battle to the end, the unending sincere heart.
At this moment, everyone walked out of the basement one by one, all of them still had fear on their faces, as if they had just struggled from the death line.
But when Instructor Zheng stepped out of the basement and saw Jiang Minghao lying on the lawn covered in blood, his heart couldn't help but squat. He used his frail right hand to fiercely on the pale face. He slapped him and cursed himself:
"Hmm, you are a fart instructor, if Jiang Minghao dies, what face do you have to continue to live?"
Instructor Zheng promised Li Yuhui that one of the spies' brothers could not be less, but what about now? He asked a small trainee to protect himself, but he hid like a tortoise with a shrunken head. How could this not make him full of guilt and regret