135 I’ll kill you (1/2)

When the black finger is pointing at me, my expression is cold.

The black man is grinning, hooks his finger and motioning me forward.

I don't move, look at him coldly. The two of us look at each other, and his eyes begin to show a little anger, as if his authority has been provoked. The sneer of his mouth disappears a little, and he hooks his finger again.

Two crew members behind him look at me and shout, and one of them pulls down the bolt. I hang my hands on both sides, my fists are clenching tightly.

I feel my blood is rushing to my head, and my brain is buzzing and staring at the black man.

He takes me as an animal!

He takes me as an animal!!!

The black muzzle is pointed at me. I have no doubt that they dare shoot! I already know from Old Snake that these people don't blink at killing people at all! If they kill me, they could throw my body into the sea at ease!

My muscles tighten first, then relax a little, and I grip my teeth to death. Just as the black man is getting a little impatient, I finally take a step forward.

The people on both sides let go automatically, and I walk slowly past like a robot. The black man hands me the wooden bowl and raises his chin, which means let me drink.

I do not move, and immediately the two crew members behind me take a step forward. I take a deep breath and look at the black man with anger in my eyes.

But I know, I can only bear it now!

I can only bear it!

I tell myself coldly in my heart:

Chen Yang! You can't die! You can't die here! At least not now!

Just as I reach for the wooden bowl, the black man suddenly laughs, retracts his hand and looks at me. His eyes are full of malice. Suddenly he opens his mouth, coughs and spits in the bowl.

Instantly, my whole body is stiff!

I can't help shivering all over, holding my eyes up and staring at the black man. He raises his chin provocatively, and the two crew members behind him start laughing.

Fight with him! Fight with them!

A voice in my heart is crying crazily!

From the distance I am now from him, I know very well that if I do it right away, I can twist his neck before he reacts. I'm 70% sure I can twist his throat at once! I can also put my hand under his armpit, rip his ribs and blow his heart!

But after killing him?

I have no doubt that I will be shot into honeycomb coal by the crew behind him immediately!

I don't know how long it takes. I just feel that the bowl in front of me is dangling in my eyes.

Suddenly, I'm laughing.

I don't even understand how I can still laugh now, but it seems as if a strange idea has taken hold of my heart. The anger in my heart has not disappeared at all. It almost burns all over me! Despite the boiling blood, my face is calm!

I take a deep breath, with that smile on my face. Then I slowly take over the wooden bowl and reach it to my mouth.

While drinking water, my eyelids are always raise and I'm staring at the black man in front of me.

A whole bowl of water is quickly consumed by me. The black man seems to have some surprises. He even forgets to let me have one sip, but when I finish drinking the whole bowl of water, he reacts and kicks me with one foot.

Although his is very strong, but the kick speed is not that fast. If it's in nomal days, I can easily escape.

But I don't hide. I don't even move, just let him kick my stomach. My whole body is kicked to fall to the ground.

I bent over, hunch up in pain, and struggle to get up a little bit. Suddenly the black man picks up the barrel and throws the remaining water to the crowd.

With a crash, I lie on the ground, the water is on me, dripping down from my hair, and the rest of the people are crying out. The black man has thrown away the barrel, then kicks me one more time again, turns around and takes his crew away.

I just stand up and look at his background.

I swear to myself:

I Will Kill Him! Definitely, I will!

Slowly I crawle back into the corner from the crowd, then I'm gasping to watch the men scramble for the barrel. Although the water has been poured out, some experienced people know that there is still a little water left in the barrel.

For these people, a little water is better than no too!

I even see someone lying on the ground licking the water on the ground!

My heart is cold, cold almost numb! I just lean against the corner and look at them coldly. Suddenly, I want to laugh. Because I find myself as pitiful as they are!

I take a break and then eat some bread. Although it is difficult to swallow, I tell myself to build up my strength. People eat when they are hungry and drink when they are thirsty.

Lying in the corner of the wall, my body is swaying with the ship's hull, and I can't help feeling homesick. But then I forbid myself to think about these things. I tell myself: Think of these things, you will become weak!

I don't know how long it took for the cabin to be kicked off again. The light outside is much darker this time. It seems that it is already at night.

I sit slightly upright and then look at the two crew members who rush in, one with a gun and the other with a flashlight.

It's dark in the cabin, but the two men flash flashlight one after another into the crowd lying on the floor, as if they are searching for something.

They are searching very carefully, almost individually, and finally find me here. The torch beam shakes in my face. I feel the light is very dazzling, the conditioned reflex of twisting face, feel a blur in the line of sight.

Then I hear a crew is cheering suddenly. They immediately surround the woman near me. Then they put down the flashlight and rush towards her.

The woman is screaming. After some struggles, the two crew members raise her feet and shoulders one by one, force her up and go out.

The woman is kicking and biting, and cring, ”I paid! I paid!”

Despite her hoarseness, I still recognize her! She's Phoenix!

Phoenix?!

I'm shocked and watching two crew members carrying Phoenix out. Instinctively, I stand up and cry out. One crew simply carries her on his shoulder. The other holds up his gun and frighten the crowds.

The stowaways on the nearby ground move away.

I see Phoenix screaming, ”I paid,” and be taken out.

I do not hesitate, rush to them right away. The guy behind sees me coming and immediately hit me with the butt of his gun. I instinctively raise my hand and block it, but then my physical strength is far worse than usual, and I'm hit to a stagger. Then two other crew members rush in outside the cabin and begin to punch and kick around me. I resist for a while and am just about to stand up, but suddenly I feel a chill on my forehead and I stop fighting immediately.

A gun barrel is stucking to my forehead, and then I see a murderous face looking at me. At that moment, I think I might be dead and have closed my eyes. But then the barrel moves away and that man kicks me away. Then several people leave the cabin.

When the door closed, the darkness falls again.

This change makes me feel a little confused. I slowly go back to the corner and recall the details after boarding the ship.

Phoenix is on the ship, too?

After the pyramid retail outlet was banned by the police that day, she must have been tracked down, could not go on, and then escape outside.

I don't know how long it took, the door opens again, and then someone rolls in, crawling under the eyes of the crowd, staggering in.

It's Phoenix.

She struggles to get in, and before the door closed behind her, there were a few manly wretched laughs.