C202 As Long as He Could Live
C202 As Long as He Could Live
Of course, it could also be seen how cruel these guys were. A certain secretary was so sexy and charming. When she smashed her head, there was no hesitation at all.
The other hostages immediately quietened down as if they had walked into a grave. They didn't dare to breathe too loudly, and only a "di da da da" sound could be heard. The interior of the carriage was immediately filled with the stench of urine.
However, no one realized that they were completely surrounded by fear. They were like zombies. Under the shouts of the brave men, they got out of the cars one by one.
Yue Zitong sat in the middle of the bus with a pen in her right hand. This was the only killing weapon she could rely on right now, and when South Korea Elder knelt down and kowtowed, it caused a small commotion.
Everyone wanted to imitate the South Korea Elder, as long as they could be let go, let alone pay for it, even if they had to kowtow and beg, they would be fine even if they had to break two legs.
As long as he was alive!
At this very moment, what beautiful lady of a incense cart, a dollar, it was all bullshit, only this once in a lifetime.
When the small disturbance occurred, Yue Zitong was still in high spirits. She was prepared to seize the opportunity to let these bumpkins who dared to abduct her witness the peerless elegance of a top Chinese secret service agent …
However, after two consecutive gunshots, the splattered brain matter quickly unleashed its bloody smell in the air, immediately ruining her courage to death.
No matter how skilled you are, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife. You want to fight a bloody and cruel criminal with just a pen? F * ck, what kind of joke is this? Do you really think that Aunt Yue lacks a brain?
At this moment, the most accurate response was to tightly wrap yourself in clothes and follow the others out of the car, shivering from head to toe. Then, they would find an opportunity to escape.
After getting off the car, Yue Zitong became even more desperate.
When he got off the bus, he discovered that his surroundings were filled with eye-piercing hernia lights. The lights were so bright that one could clearly see the eyebrows of people, countless guerrillas holding a conventional sprint in their hands were standing on the roof, on top of the pagodas and on top of the roof, they were walking back and forth in long strides. As long as they saw anything wrong, they would immediately shoot at him.
There were so many hostages that it was necessary to use them as a warning to the monkeys to slaughter the chickens, so that the others would be more honest.
In the short span of half an hour after Yue Zitong got off the car, more than a dozen people were killed on the spot, all of them doing as they were told, hands covering their heads as they squatted on the ground. As for those who couldn't hear what the good guys were saying, sorry, but when we reincarnate in the next life, it would be best if you didn't learn English and just switched to Spanish.
Not to mention killing hostages, the guerrillas would also take the bodies away and use them to extort ransom.
Realizing at last that Spain's market around the world was not big, and that reprimanding hostages like this would cause more deaths, someone began to shout in English.
Please don't be afraid, we won't kill anyone, but don't think that we are too kind and easy to bully, and just try to cause trouble and try to escape.
We won't chase you, but our bullets will fly — later, when the boat docks, we'll ask everyone to get on the boat without tickets and enjoy the beauty of the canal at night. If anyone is in a good mood, you can give them a poem on the spot, and you'll get at least ten peanuts as a reward.
You can also embrace the clear waters of the canal, but be careful to sink forever to the bottom. Feel the most ancient Mayan culture in this land, and perhaps even find the legendary thirteen crystal skulls at the bottom of the river, singing and telling you where life comes from and where it will go.
His words were quite eloquent, captivating and thought-provoking. With so many people present, apart from the sound of the men's footsteps as they walked back and forth on the roof, no one else dared to make a sound.
"Our demand is not high. Each person is worth 5 million dollars. Ladies and gentlemen, please note that starting at five million dollars, like when you bought the house, you said it was three hundred and eighty-one, and the result could be thirty-eight thousand. "
He had gotten addicted to shouting and spitting out saliva. "When the ship arrives, we will carefully inspect your prices. You can be considered as ready to sell."
Wu, wu wu.
Not far from the pitch-black river, the sound of sirens could be heard.
The boat is here, a broken iron wheel, also full of armed men, and two big piles of explosives, arrogantly placed on both sides of the deck." The boat is here, a broken iron wheel, also full of armed men, and two big piles of explosives, arrogantly placed on both sides of the deck, arrogantly placed on both sides of the deck.
"Before boarding the ship, let me tell you a piece of good news. Please take note, this is really good news, it's as good as real. "
He shouted, "To show our sincerity, we will divide you into ten groups. Each group has around thirty members. Why group? because we're going to pick up the unfortunate audience on the spot. "
After hearing this, the crowd felt their scalps go numb.
This was to draw lots. In order to further strike at the hostages' fleeing hearts, there would be a draw where one person from each large group would draw a death straw. Whoever drew the lot would directly be pulled out and shot.
"Don't misunderstand. What I mean by 'unlucky person' is not to be shot to death, but to have his qualification to travel on the Wa Island for a few days to come. "Of the ten unfortunate ones, we will go wherever you wish to go. We will not stop you from going."
Before he could finish his sentence, everyone present had already raised their heads. Some of them could not help but let out cries of surprise because of an unexpected surprise.
Even Yue Zitong's eyes lit up.
This time, there was no sound of gunfire, and the reaction of Guain's hostages was already within the expectations of the men.
As long as it was within their expectations, the good guys wouldn't recklessly shoot.
But soon after, most people began to tremble again. They realized that this group of thugs not only were bloody and cruel, but they were also good at playing with people's hearts. They purposely let the ten of them go back to show them how scary, serious, and useless they were.
Most importantly, they could draw lots to let the vast majority of the people suffer a roller coaster like blow, then they would no longer have any extravagant hopes of escaping.
"You guys are a group. Stand together and move faster!"
With the help of dozens of gunmen, the three hundred hostages were divided into ten groups.
When the hostages were grouped together, everyone was more obedient than the kindergarten children. Wherever they went, they went.
The group closest to the river drew lots first.
The hostages took out a ping pong ball from the cardboard box on the left, and the white one was a lucky traveller. After placing the ping pong ball in the man on the right, he walked up the gangplank on his own and began to tour the island for a few days.
As for the passengers who received the red ball, they would be cancelled this time's swimming opportunity. They could directly scram. Wherever they wanted to go, their lord would not entertain them!
As for the second group, they would then move the ball to the left, repeating the process fair and square.
The first man got the white ball and became a lucky traveller.
Next to him, the man pointed with the barrel of the gun and motioned him up the gangplank.
"I won't get on the boat, I won't get on --"
The lucky passenger suddenly shouted hysterically, turned around, and ran towards the west.
The gun fired.
Such a short distance, yet OneHeadShotWithoutExplanation could not be considered a skill.
The second person was a white ball. As he had learned before, he obediently walked up the gangplank.
The third, the fourth — unfortunately the passenger finally appeared, it was seventeen, a charming Leg Model, the moment he got the red ball, screamed out, and then knelt down crying.
A good man impatiently kicked her head and made her scram. Did he not know that time was life?
Under the close watch of hundreds of hostages, Leg Model stumbled and ran away. Soon, he disappeared into the darkness without the sound of gunfire.
Unfortunately, the passengers for this group had already appeared, so the rest of them no longer needed to grab the ball. All they had to do was obediently board the ship.
The ball that he did not finish grabbing fell onto the right side of the box with a "hualala" sound. Come, let the second round begin!
As a result, the hostages saw that whoever grabbed the ball first would have a higher chance of being released. They immediately pushed forward and rushed to grab the ball, and for this reason, they even started fighting with each other.
The men with guns surrounded them all laughed and watched.
In the face of life and death, the usual gentleness of a woman had long been forgotten. Yue Zitong saw for herself that the fiercest people she fought for were the men. She even pushed her people in front of the criminals.
The gangster didn't shoot, he only raised his foot and kicked the wailing woman back into the line.
At this moment, under the torture of fear, the ugliness of human nature was completely aroused. This was also what the criminals wanted, as long as the hostages had enmity with each other, would they be able to stand up to justice?
Yue Zitong belonged to the eighth group. After the gunman signaled for her to go and draw the lots, the hostages swarmed over there, kicking and punching the people around them and howling like dogs stealing bones.
Yue Zitong ran two steps before stopping.
She felt that even if she had to die, she had to die with more dignity.
Was life really that precious?
What was the meaning of living?
Was she being called a bitch by a scum, or was she saying sorry to her beloved man?
Many years ago, the Old Manor said that when a person lives, it is a dream. When a person dies, that person wakes up from the dream.
Yue Zitong suddenly hoped that her nightmare would wake up in this land that was nurturing the Mayan civilization.
A few hundred kilometers to the south was the world-famous pyramid of Cool Kurkan, which for many years had silently faced the firmament, hoping to tell the foolish people about some mysterious past and future.
Unfortunately, no one was willing to listen. Yue Zitong hoped that after she woke up from her dream, she could go over there and listen.
"Child, daddy will never go back. You must take care of yourself and live on with your strength."
A shaggy head man with big ears was kicked out by his rival and fell at Yue Zitong's feet.
It was Lin Chunhai. The one who kicked him out was one of his subordinates.
At this time, there was no boss, only a chance for survival!
Yue Zitong thought about Lin Chunhai's past experience in scolding her when she went to borrow money from him. After seeing him in such a miserable state, a trace of happiness surged up in her heart, but it quickly disappeared.
No matter how bad he was, no matter how much he loathed her, it was still far from the point of her forgetting that she was also a descendant of the Yan Huang family.
He bent down and helped Lin Chunhai up from the ground, then asked softly, "Boss Lin, what happened to your child?"
Raising his head, he saw it was Yue Zitong. A trace of shame flashed across Lin Chunhai's grateful face as he said, "Director Yue, I'm sorry for the loss earlier — — after I came to Mexico, my youngest daughter had a brain injury."