"I want to see how capable you are!"

I twisted my body, trying desperately to loosen the rope tied behind me, but by doing so, I was basically revealing to the militiamen that I was helpless and that there was nothing I could do. I didn't know what to do yet. I looked at the militia manager.

With the "gun of kindness" in my hand, I began to feel anxious. After all, it was a gun of kindness. No matter whether the bullet was shot at me or him, it would not be fatal, but enjoy the impact of the bullet.

The pain that rolls inside your body.

Everything here is so depressing that even they don't realize how heinous what they are doing is. In an unventilated, dark and humid place like an underground theater, even the poison in the air

The taste is the same as this group of people, and it makes me feel extremely sick.

God, this person's whole body is full of fishy smell, just like every butcher shop has that special meaty smell. Or maybe my nose is not very good. At this distance, the smell will get into my nostrils from time to time.

, there is not only the delicious smell of cooking broth, but also the smell of blood and stench mixed with it.

So my breathing has become a problem, but I'm glad no one smokes here, otherwise I would have died here.

"Listen, we can have a good talk..." I tried to avoid the bloody scene. Looking at the gun in his hand, I couldn't help but start to panic.

"Okay, Mr. Agent..." He opened the magazine of the "Gun of Kindness", which was not loaded with bullets yet. Then, he looked at me with a sinister smile, as if I hadn't seen him at all.

There was a hint of ridicule in this scene. "Let's talk." He said coldly.

"You may have misunderstood. I am not a parliamentary agent."

"I heard that you all like to play word games, don't you think you are very talented in language? If you are not willing to tell me honestly where the parliament hid the chip, I'm afraid you won't be able to talk to me.

"He doesn't want to get involved with me, at least in his eyes, I am a complete lackey of the parliament.

"I am not a parliamentary agent." I don't want to continue lying. The time now has exceeded my own psychological pressure for me.

"Oh, no. Of course you are not. How many times have you used these words? Ten times? Or hundreds of times?" He said with a smile, and then took out a bullet from his old leather bag.

"Damn it!" I started cursing everything here.

"I just want you to see the facts clearly. You don't have the final say here. We don't need this kind of policy under strong power. Since we have become expendable, you shouldn't care too much about how many people die, right?"

I bravely listened to what he said, and then watched him slowly insert the bullet into the magazine, turn it with his hand, and then reset the magazine with a "click".

He held a gun and pointed it at the girl who was brought up. At this moment, I can no longer hear the girl's cry, as if her tongue has been cut out, or she is desperate and unable to speak.

Then. "Show me how hard-hearted you really are, my friend!"

After saying that, he pulled the trigger.

"Don't do that!" I warned him loudly.

But I didn't hear the gunshot. This is because the girl was lucky and the bullet did not turn to the firing pin. Maybe the next shot will be different. Today is not a good day, and this is not a good place. I

As I said before, no matter who you are, whether you are a fighting girl, an armed maid, or a cold and beautiful girl, you will still die if a bullet is put into your head.

"Oh, oh," he saw my expression, and his ugly smile returned to his face again. Those wrinkles were like flowing magma pouring out of the rock surface, making my eyes pierce. "Look at you,

I thought you didn’t even have a pitiful heart. God, look at you. It’s so unlikeable.”

Then, in order to forcefully prove the scandal of the United Parliament to the world, he asked someone to bring a camera. He wanted to record all of this. Is this his method? If I know the location of the chip and tell it, then maybe things will happen.

It will become easier. But I am not from the United Council, and I don't know what chips are. And now I have no choice.

"God, this has nothing to do with her!"

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling pity for this beautiful young girl?" The manager lifted the girl's chin with his gray-black hand. I could see the pain and exhaustion on the girl's face, and she choked.

"Look at her dirty body, what's wrong? Why are you pitying her? Don't you always like the topic of human life being worth less than paper?"

"I told you, I'm not a member of the United Council! Damn it! Fuck!" I tried hard to break free from my tied hands and feet, but at present my strength was not enough to break the hemp ropes.

"I'll make you admit it, I promise." He handed the gun into my hand with evil intentions, but throughout, his finger was still stuck on the trigger: this was to control my hand.

So, he pressed my tied hands and forced the pistol between my hands. The purpose of this was also very simple. He wanted to record this moment, the moment when the girl was shot by me, so that he could

International public opinion has attached great importance to the actions of the United Parliament.

Then, he raised my hand and pointed the gun at the girl who was kneeling on the ground.

"Please, don't do that!" I shook my head and tried with all my strength to move the muzzle of the gun to one side.

"Come on! Agents of the Parliament, let me see your hard-heartedness. Aren't you always capable of killing people? What's wrong? You can't even kill your own compatriots? Have you forgotten something? We all have

It is the biggest obstacle to your search for modules and chips! Come on, shoot, if you work hard, you will have a chance to survive." He kept exerting his strength, controlling my hand and index finger, and finally, he successfully moved the muzzle of the gun to

The top of the girl's head.

"Don't be shy, man, pull the trigger. This will prove that you are not a parliamentary agent. Come on, prove yourself. Or tell you the location of the chip." He looked at my expression with a smile, and enjoyed it.

"Crazy! You bastard!" I cursed.

He smiled, then he pressed his thumb on my index finger and controlled my finger to pull hard on the trigger.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the deafening sound of standard gunfire echoed in the vast underground theater.

The girl fell down after the gunshot, and I watched in horror as there was a bloody hole between her eyebrows. The moment she fell to the ground, her eyes looked straight at me, and followed the stage carpet.

Gradually dyed red by the blood, her eyes gradually became blurred, and finally lost their highlights. At this time, she was still looking at me, her eyes full of longing for freedom and help.

And I killed her, this is a fact, she died by my hand, by the click of my index finger.

"Fuck! Fuck! You bastard! You pig! Damn it! Why did you do this!" I couldn't stand the torture anymore, so I yelled at the militia manager.

"Oh, good job!" He ignored my expression and words, but stood aside, pretending to be sad. What was he doing? He was the murderer, and now he gave me

With such an appearance, what reason do I have not to hate him? At this moment, he pretended to feel extremely painful about the girl's death, and even pretended to cry. I glared at him angrily and watched him burst into tears.

Weeping, he walked to the girl's body, raised the girl's face, and turned her dead eyes towards me.

"What a poor, beautiful girl... Oh, she is in her prime, you know? Young and promising, they can do many meaningful and valuable things at this age. But now, my friend, oh

! She can't do anything anymore." After saying that, he stretched out his head and sniffed the hair of the girl's body with his nose.

"..." I can't say anything at this moment. I'm holding my breath, and now I have no other thoughts except wanting to chop off the head of the person in front of me.

"Don't be discouraged, man. We have plenty of people here for you to kill. Come on, let the people in the audience see how cruel you are as a murderer. Look at them. You see how big their mouths are.

Are you there? Are you?" He looked at my ferocious expression and couldn't help laughing again.

"I will kill you, you beast. As long as I am still alive, I will definitely chop off your head!" I couldn't bear this humiliation. At the same time, I felt the hands holding the "gun of kindness"

The hemp rope tied to it is a little loose. I guess it must have been loosened when I just snatched control of the muzzle.

"Don't ask me to remind you again, Agent, you can either continue killing people now, or tell where in this city the United Council has hidden the chip."

"..." I stared at him, waiting, waiting for an opportunity.

"It seems that you don't cherish this opportunity. It's really commendable. This is very unfriendly to me. My friend, you are really rude!" He waved to the militiamen in the audience, "

Pull one more person up for me!"

"Fuck!" I kept cursing in my heart. At the same time, I saw the civilian who was pulled up from the stage. His head was covered at this time, and his body looked very out of place. His walking movements were like

Like a bent Tyrannosaurus rex.

I squinted at the civilian. He didn't seem to be panicking. He walked forward voluntarily. No, I began to have an idea in my mind. This person, this height, and the torn hood that blocked his head... This feeling...

…

"How about it, I said, we don't lack people here, as long as you are willing to tell..."

So, I took a deep breath and interrupted the militia manager: "I know where the damn chip is..."
Chapter completed!