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"If he doesn't die, you die! It's your choice!" Zhang Feng said coldly.
This sentence seemed very cruel, but Zhang Feng said it without any psychological burden.
Anyone who does anything will have to pay a price. This is the reality.
Since they chose to enter the institute to perform tasks, it means that their hands have been stained with the blood of countless people, so they should pay a corresponding price for what they have done.
If he chooses to die by himself, then he deserves it. If he chooses to kill his brothers and comrades, even if he is alive, he will live in the shadows and guilt for the rest of his life.
The scene of the American soldier kneeling on the ground, his expression unchanged, finally his eyes rested on the unconscious American soldier.
He slowly got up from the ground, almost dragging his body and walked over.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
Fists, just use fists, punching on the head in circles.
There was no gap, and each punch was more vicious than the last, all aimed at death.
In the end, he made a choice to live by himself and kill his brother.
Zhang Feng's brows wrinkled slightly. He had expected such an ending. After all, most people would make the same choice as him, to die as a fellow Taoist rather than as a poor Taoist.
However, from the bottom of his heart, Zhang Feng hoped that he could choose to die on his own. Because true comrades-in-arms and brothers can give each other's back, but unfortunately, these two people did not do it to such an extent.
His head was almost smashed by a fist, and he was already dead and could no longer die.
The American soldier stood up, his eyes full of deathly silence, and turned to look at Zhang Feng. His eyes clearly revealed the will to die, as if he hoped that Zhang Feng could kill him with one shot now. Only in this way can his heart be better. Feel good.
Zhang Feng frowned slightly, didn't say anything, and didn't take action. He just turned around and ran quickly towards the dark depths of the corridor.
He had already learned everything he wanted to know from this person's mouth, and could no longer delay. He should complete his mission as soon as possible and retreat into the kill jungle as soon as possible. If he could wait with Caldera There is nothing better than a gathering of people.
After walking about a hundred meters away, I heard a deep gunshot from behind.
boom.
He stopped and looked behind him, the frown on his face getting tighter.
After a brief pause, he turned back and continued to rush towards where the general was staying. He could probably guess what the gunshot was about.
The American soldier who had just beaten his comrades to death with his fists was now lying on his side on the ground, his eyes widened as if they were about to fall out of their sockets, and the whites of his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, as if they were filled with blood.
In his slightly open right hand, he was half holding a pistol. The muzzle of the pistol was still spitting out smoke. It was obvious that he had just fired.
And his temples were bleeding with bright red blood.
Kill with one shot, commit suicide!
Perhaps, when he made his choice, he just thought that as long as he could kill his brother, he would be able to live.
For the sake of his own life, he acted without conscience