Chapter 297 (1/2)

Lu Ziming is ready to confess. If he doesn't confess, he will be pulled out and shot. At this time, he doesn't care about his dignity. They all say that people have to bow their heads under the eaves. It seems that Tama is really right.

As a result, he was sad and wronged. No matter how he shouted in his cell, he was ignored, as if he had been forgotten.

If this goes on, he is really going to end. ”Why is the patience of soldiers so poor? They don't even give a chance to repent before they die. There is no human rights!”

He fantasized about whether to stage a scene of a beauty saving a hero before he died. He was also moved to make a personal promise. He was just bored. He'd better consider how to run for his life and play IQ with these soldiers. He was looking for death.

After a long time, the door opened with a ”bang”. In came the officer who interrogated him for the first time. His military cap was very low and he couldn't see what expression was on his face.

”I have something important to say!”

The officer ignored Lu Ziming's words, took out a pistol from his waist, checked the magazine, raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It seemed that he was waiting for a good time to send Lu Ziming on the road.

The silence in the cell was terrible. I could only hear the gasp of the two people. The time passed second by second, which seemed particularly long.

”Time is up!” the officer said the last word.

Lu Ziming reluctantly closed his eyes. It doesn't matter what he said or thought now. No one knows that he died here. His death may not even have a drop of wave flower. The officer didn't care what he wanted to say. Without even asking his last words, he gently raised his gun and walked to Lu Ziming step by step, aiming the muzzle at Lu Ziming's forehead.

Originally thought they had the possibility to escape, thinking that they would not shoot themselves in the cell. As long as the chains on their bodies were loosened, they had the hope to break free from the chains and escape.

It seems that they understand wrong. They don't know the soldiers at all. They are very careful and don't even have a chance for themselves.

Of course, if you treat yourself as a superman, you will be as cautious as if you were an ordinary person.

Lu Ziming calmly waited for the arrival of death, waiting for the gunshot to sound, and the moment the bullet passed through the head, everything would come to an end, at least what he thought. When death really comes, fear disappears. There is no mood fluctuation. There is life and death. No one can guarantee that he can live a long life without disease and disaster.

After waiting for a long time, the gunshot still didn't ring. He began to have the illusion that he was dead. Now it's just his last memory. He slowly opened his eyes. The officer disappeared and another man appeared in front of him.

”This is not a person!” his pupils suddenly opened and looked at himself, which made him almost cry out.

A humanoid monster appeared in front of us, about 2 meters high, with dark and wrinkled skin layer by layer, as if covered with a thick layer of scale. He had no eyelids, so he looked at Lu Ziming straightly. His wide nostrils were slightly tilted upward. The exhaled hot air was sprayed on Lu Ziming's face, with an unspeakable rotten smell, a bit like sulfur mixed with some pungent taste. The hair like a steel needle was inserted around his face, standing upright, and his thick lips hung around his mouth like roasted sausage. The whole face was only five or six centimeters away from Lu Ziming, looking at the person opposite carefully.