I felt like I shot my lover in the head

four

01

Buddha Fox ducked and hid in the crevice of the file cabinet.

He could still feel the soreness that Yuan Jia brought to him on his waist.

Ever since Yuan Jia brought him out of the prison and dragged him to the hotel for a violent fuck, their relationship seemed to have undergone some changes.

It is no longer purely the tenderness when the bungalows get together, maybe it is more of love and hate.

Yuan Jia felt deeply angry and desperate for everything that Foli had done. He tried to persuade Foli to leave the army and stop being a slave to the tiger.But he also put himself in the Buddha's shoes, and he had no way out.

Where is the military command so easy to get out of?Boss Dai will be the first to issue a killing order to kill Foli. At that time, countless military spies all over China will not be lenient.The blood feud between the Zhongtong, the Communist Party, and Foli is even deeper than the sea. If Foli leaves the military reunification, the two parties will definitely compete to fight.

Yuan Jia tossed and turned in this endless pain every day. He looked at the sleeping face of the Buddha, and his heart seemed to be fried by hot oil. He wished that the Buddha would sleep like this forever.Sometimes, he also dreamed of the death of the Buddha, or he was beaten to death by the Japanese, or died inexplicably on the streets of Shanghai, and once he was killed by himself.Buddha's blood was so hot in the dream, it splashed all over his palm, and Buddha's desperate breath rubbed against his fingers, like his affectionate kiss.

Yuan Jia woke up profusely in sweat, and then stared at the sleeping face of Buddha Fox in the morning light, dazed.

This situation has been going on for a while, and he is suffering more and more every day, and he is also more at a loss every day.

In the face of national crisis, what should they do?

Foli touched the small crossbow tied to his wrist, he breathed as long as possible, calmed down, and was always ready to strike his colleagues outside.

"Found it?" one asked.

Falcon took aim at the gap in the window.

"I found it, withdraw." Another person replied.

Foli was taken aback, he had heard this voice before.It's Yuan Jia's superior, who took over from him in the coffee shop before.

However, this rare moment made him miss this opportunity, the window was too narrow, and he had already lost the chance to shoot the arrow.

Foli's heart sank gradually.

Sure enough, Mr. Dai was very dissatisfied with his loss.He has always thought that Foli is too arrogant, dissatisfied with his obsession with cold weapons, and has always been wary of Fuli's excessive personal combat power.Recently, because of the private meeting with Yuan Jia, Foli's whereabouts have changed from the previous ones, and there is a bit of confusion, which makes Mr. Dai's heart beat.

Mr. Dai sat in the shadow of the desk lamp, looked at the thin body of the Buddha, but couldn't help but think of the blood on his hands.He thought: "Can I still control him? Who is he meeting with?"

He has made a decision.Some regrets.

After all, Buddha Fox is such a sharp knife.

02

The Buddha Beaver was suppressed by the Japanese firepower and did not dare to stand up.

He yelled in his heart: "Where is the support? What about the support that you agreed to send to me?!"

The Japanese shouted outside, and the Japanese was translated into Chinese by a translator wearing "traitor yellow", "We have admired the name of the scavenger for a long time! I advise you not to be stubborn! Surrender and we don't have to kill you!"

Foli spat at the corner of the wall, and he had already run out of bullets, so he threw it aside. □□The last arrow is left.

He really didn't want to commit suicide.

If I kill another person, it's just to give me a back!he thinks.

He reflected the light through the blurred window, trying to see the Japanese lineup, but no matter how he looked at it, all the smiling phantoms of Yuan Jia appeared on the window glass.

There was a trace of water vapor in Foli's eyes, and he gritted his teeth fiercely, suppressing the ray of emotion at this fatal moment.

He suddenly missed him so much.

The tip of his nose smelled gunpowder and blood, but Yuan Jia's cologne and the reassuring burnt smell of firewood in the fireplace lingered in his mind.It was the closest thing he had to memories of home.

The Japanese ceased fire.

Fuli shouted: "I am willing to surrender! I have no weapons!" He thought, I still have one last arrow, so I must not waste it!

A Japanese officer's shout was translated into Chinese: "You come out with your hands up, and we won't hurt you."

Buddha Fox adjusted the weapon, wrapped a piece of fishing line around the finger and the trigger, and he only needed to move his finger lightly, and the poisonous arrow would be fired in response.The venom of the five-paced snake was smeared on it. Seeing the blood seal the throat, the poisoned person would definitely die from the poison without waiting for the medical staff to rescue him.

Buddha Fox raised his hands, exposing the cover.He yelled: "I'm coming out! Don't shoot!"

He came out from behind cover and turned to look at his enemy, who let his guard down a little.

He found the officer who had spoken to him, taller than the average Japanese, with a major's title and saber, and a cowering interpreter standing beside him.

Fuli smiled at him and moved his fingers.

Unexpectedly, the moment the officer saw him, he also shouted: "Do it!" At the same time, he pulled the translator beside him to block him.

Foley was shot in multiple places in the leg and arm, and the intense gunshots masked his desperate roar.

The poisoned arrow hit only the interpreter, piercing his eyes and driving into his skull.

The officer yelled: "Stop!" He threw the translator, who was twitching and foaming at the mouth, aside, and strode towards the collapsed Buddha Fox, regardless of the obstruction of the people around him.

He drew out the long knife at his waist, cut off the tendon of the Buddha's hand with the tip of the knife, and then turned the Buddha's back and spoke to him.

Foli was in severe pain all over his body, and he had no strength to resist.He was trembling all over, blood was gushing from the wound, and he could no longer feel the sensation of his fingers.He fell heavily, his nose hit the ground, and the nosebleed mixed with the blood in his mouth flowed all over his face.

The officer said in jerky Chinese: "Qingdao, husband, I, Jiuwen, daimyo!"

The knife in his hand slid down along Foli's eyes, as if letting go of his hand.

The Buddha yelled in horror, but the blade slid down the end of his eyes, avoiding his eyeballs, and only cut his eyelids and temples, and blood gushed out of the wounds.

The officer looked at this young Chinese youth with disgust, the most contemptible and terrifying killer in the hearts of the Japanese, and now he was completely like a puddle of mud.

He pointed out painfully and resentfully: "You killed, killed me, my father, and my uncle."

Buddha Fox didn't even have the strength to smile a triumphant smile, he was in too much pain.

"You won't die so easily," said the officer.

He waved his hand, and the Buddha Fox's last sight fell on a piece of white.

03

Buddha Fox was awakened by the pain.

In the past two days, he only realized that there are so many pain methods.

The pain of being pricked by a needle, the pain of being burned, the pain of being branded with an iron, the pain of being torn off a fingernail, the pain of being picked off a finger, the pain of being cut off a hamstring, the pain of being gouged out of the kneecap...

There is also the most familiar, the pain of salt water being poured into the wound.

The officer asked indifferently: "Speak. Where is the dispatching station of the military commander?"

Buddha Beaver didn't say a word.

The officer put down the whip, and on the whip and in the cracks, there were shreds of meat and blood from the Buddha's body.He couldn't move anymore.

He picked up a sharp iron awl, roasted it in the fire, plunged into the charcoal fire, and made a crisp sound when it hit the edge of the stove.

The officer stopped asking questions.

Holding the hot iron awl, he walked up to Foli. He stared at this inhuman enemy, and thought of his son who was far away in his hometown, and felt a little unbearable.But when he thought about his dead father and uncle again, that sympathy turned into a sharper hatred.

Foli whispered: "I really don't know, you can kill me."

He really didn't know, he was just a knife, a gun, just a tool.No one will tell Tool any information, all he needs to know is who he needs to kill, where to kill, and when he must be killed.Sometimes, the latter two don't even need to be known.

When a tool is abandoned by its owner, it has no value.

The officer nodded, noncommittal.

Foli had no way of guessing whether he believed this statement, nor did he have the energy to guess.

All he could think of was pain, pain, pain, pain.

He couldn't even remember Yuan Jia.

Only in the deepest part of the dream, maybe he could feel Yuan Jia's breath, Yuan Jia's fingers and Yuan Jia's kiss.

But those are too fleeting, too extravagant.

Within a minute of falling into a deep sleep, he would be awakened by a blow or a splash of salt water.

Then came a new round of painful ordeal.

The officer raised the iron awl and aimed it at the Buddha's left eye.

An ominous premonition flashed in Foli's heart.He could only tremble in despair, struggling with the last of his strength.

He thought of the people he killed, those victims, how familiar and similar the scene was.

The officer poked hard into his eyeball.

The sound of eyeballs popping was so clear.

The shattered throat of the Buddha Fox could only howl.He struggled desperately, or wanted to stab deeper, penetrate his skull, and die directly.

But as soon as the officer hit the target, he pulled out the iron cone.

The moment the hot iron awl touched the eyeball, it scorched the muscles near the wound, emitting a disgusting meaty smell.

He looked at the ghastly sockets of the Buddha's eyes, and some blood and tissue fluid gushing from fresh wounds.Buddha Fox has almost lost consciousness, he can't even bark.The officer took a ladle of salt water from a nearby bucket and poured it into his empty eye sockets.

Buddha Fox woke up convulsively as if struck by lightning, and opened his eyes in pain. He could still see the terrifying torture chamber in his right eye, but there was only darkness left on his left.

He could only feel the pain on the left side of his face which was numb.

The officer asked: "Tell me, where is the military commander's dispatch station?"

Buddha Fox could only tremble and prepare to accept the next round of torture, he didn't know when it would end.

He hated his exuberant vitality extremely, and regretted not seizing the last chance to commit suicide.

Only now did he realize the terrible truth.

The officer didn't want to torture him at all, he just wanted to torture him.

04

His mind seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, it was chaotic, and he couldn't think normally at all.

He seemed to have opened up something, and suddenly felt a sharp consciousness.

So painful, so desperate, so anxious.

Ah, he suddenly realized that it was Yuan Jia.

Am I dying?he thinks.

This is the second day he was dragged to the market.

The Japanese wanted to put him to death and show it to the public, warning this seemingly docile but undercurrent city.But the Buddha's injury was too serious, Ling Chi only had a few hours to do it, and he couldn't do anything.The executioner told the officers in the audience that if it continued, Buddha Fox would die within an hour.

The officer said, "What if we don't continue? Let the sun burn him to death."

The executioner said: "If you give him water properly, he can last for three days. His life is very tenacious."

The officer nodded, and said, "It's rare, Shanghai has been sunny recently."

The Buddha's head was bowed, and the crow landed on his arm, pecking at the rotting muscle.

The crowd screamed in horror at the beginning, and then they gradually turned a blind eye.

In troubled times, a person's life is worse than a dog's. Meddling in other people's business is better than sweeping the snow in front of the house. At least one can live a few more days.

He felt such strong emotions in his stupor.

Almost woke him up from the numb pain.

is it you?Yuan Jia?he thinks.

Can you feel what I'm thinking too?

Is it because my death is near?

No echo.

Buddha Fox thought regretfully, maybe some kind of god appeared.

But he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, and he didn't want to open them.

Yuan Jia loves his eyes so much, he has kissed them obsessively, caressing the end of his eyes nostalgicly.Now, he doesn't even have that.

Yuan Jia made a painful decision, he could feel it.

But he felt genuinely happy and joyful.

Because this is a long overdue relief.

For both of them, yes.

With a loud bang, the life of Buddha Fox came to an end.