I felt like I shot my lover in the head

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"They are all loyal to the country and shed blood for the people. He was unfortunately arrested, and he should have tried his best to rescue him. If you don't save him, you will come to silence him. How vicious the military commander is!"

"So what if you kill it, it's our military commander's dog, not yours!"

"Whether it is the military command or our party, they are all Chinese who are killed! They are all Chinese who bleed and die loyally for the people!"

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"If I don't kill him today, no one will come to rescue him. The Japanese will only torture him harder. If he can stand it, that's fine. If he can't, more people will die. Why don't you let me go sooner?" Sending him away, falling into the hands of the Japanese and suffering all kinds of tortures, and in the end he will die, it is better to be happy now."

"I have to kill, I dare not not kill. A cheap life is not as expensive as grass."

"It's not him who dies today, it's me who dies tomorrow."

I don't like to use guns.

Too noisy and loud, it will be eye-catching and cause unnecessary trouble.

Hand to hand combat is my short term.When I was young, I was starved, and when I grew up, I was stunted, short and thin, and far inferior to others in strength. I could only rely on agility and surprise assassination, and I often used datura, pethidine and other hallucinogenic anesthetic drugs as assistance.

I like □□, the more exquisite and small □□ is the better.My eyes are sharp and my hands are very stable. I can shoot through a ring 300 meters away with a crossbow in the cold winter months.

So, when I used the gun to knock down a few patrolling Japanese and charged into the secret cell, my target hadn't even reacted when my small crossbow held it between their eyebrows.

Buckle the mechanism with your index finger and you can move it at any time.

At this time, a ray of light flashed in my heart, there was someone in the corner!

A shot goes off!

A bullet hit me in the dark and hit my crossbow, and the flying fragments scratched my hand.

Instead of turning around to fight back, I made a decisive decision, took out a sharp piece of iron from my wrist, cut open the target's throat, and then dodged to avoid it.

The light of the torch flickered strangely, and the eyes of the dying target burst out with a gleam of survival. He struggled hard, but it soon turned into a powerless convulsion. Blood spurted out from the ruptured carotid artery, and his damaged trachea let out a gasp. voice, mingled with his faint voice.

The knife just now severed his vocal cords, and this was his last cry.

The figure in the darkness jumped out and came straight to me.

A few of our punches were □ □ front, this person shot with rules and methods, and he was strong and experienced.I knew I was no match for him, and I was afraid that the Japanese would be alarmed, so I wanted to wait for the opportunity to retreat, but I was always entangled by him, and it was difficult to escape.

In desperation, I received a few punches, and another palm cut my throat. If I hadn't retreated quickly, my throat would have been crushed.

The Japanese are coming!

I couldn't get out for a while, my throat was hurt and I couldn't speak, and I was very anxious.

As soon as his offensive stopped, he obviously heard the movement of the Japanese.

Before I could run away with the trend, he grabbed my right shoulder with one hand, removed one of my hands neatly, then slapped the back of my neck with his palm, and flashed into a small path with his hands upside down.

In my own impression, I was only in a trance for a short while.

However, when I really woke up, it was already light.I was lying on the bed in the simple hotel, with his back to me, bandaging the wound in the hazy morning light.His muscles are smooth. According to my personal experience, when he erupts, he looks like a vigorous beast. He can hold me down with only one hand, unable to struggle.

Most importantly, I have seen him.It's that cotton gown.

So, did he recognize me?

"Are you awake?" he asked.

I am silent.

"Stop pretending, I can hear your breathing changing," he said.He fastened the bandages, then dug out a cigarette from the pocket of his tattered coat and lit it.

I didn't speak, and quietly admired the picture in front of me.

He frowned slightly, with trouble in his eyes, as if he was worried that he didn't know how to deal with me.The bridge of the nose is straight, and the creases at the corners of the lips are sharp. Just looking at the lower half of his face, one would think that he is a resolute and decisive person.However, the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and he was naturally compassionate. There was a tear mole in the corner of his eyes, like a weeping compassionate Buddha amidst the smog.

"Give me a cigarette," I said.

He glanced at me, walked over, and stuffed a cigarette into my mouth.I touched the right arm that had been connected, gave it a little push, brought the cigarette in my mouth to his lips, and lit it against his cigarette.

He looked down at me, and I looked at him too.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I felt the thick smoke flowing down the respiratory tract, but it seemed as if my soul was being shocked by a weak electric current and went straight up.

My eyebrows stretched, and my lips even trembled slightly.

So cool.

This cigarette contains fenugreek leaves.

He tried to set me up.

I moved lazily, leaving him a place to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"Is that what you're asking me?" I said.

"What else do you want me to ask? Torture?" he asked.

I smile.He smoked the remaining half of the cigarette vigorously, held his breath, and waved to him, motioning him to bend over.

I passed the smoke down his mouth and down his throat.I don't know when I was stripped of my shirt, probably because he wanted to check the weapon on my body.

It was very comfortable, and my back even shivered because of this long-lost warmth, and of course it was more likely because of sex.

He looked down at me in the faint smoke, as if looking at some dangerous animal, with guard, but there was something in his eyes that I couldn't see clearly.Maybe it's desire.

I asked: "Come?"

He said nothing.He scratched the corners of my eyes with his fingers and kissed me.

I tore off the small half of the cigarette in his hand, took a last puff, and then threw it into the teacup next to him.

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He tore off my pants, threw them under the bed, and took the shoes away from the bed.

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He bit my fingers, sucked between them, rubbed my lips, played with my teeth.

I even feel like I've become a toy.

I am controlled by him.

And the scariest thing is, I want to be controlled by him.

I am like this, I have always been used to being controlled.

I am controlled by Master.With kindness.

I was controlled by Mr. Dai.Use life and death.

I am controlled by him.Use □□.