Jing Hongming looked at Bart, and Bart looked at Jing Hongming. The former's eyes were filled with murderous intent that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, while the latter's face was filled with pitiful fear.
The reason why Jing Hongming left Bart without killing him was because he really wanted him to tell him a lot. You know, getting an AK47 in mainland China is not as simple as buying a cabbage at the farmer's market.
The most important thing, of course, is that he wants to ask someone about his whereabouts with this guy who is tall, sexy and bold, but not brave enough.
"Did they call you Bart?" Jing Hongming walked up to Bart as if he were a transparent person, bent down to untie the rope from Wang Yashan's hand, and then stood up. As for the rope on the girl's leg
, as long as she can move her hands, does she still need him to serve her?
"Yes, yes...ah!" Bart looked at the brain matter dripping from the foreheads of his companions and replied tremblingly. Halfway through his words, he let out a miserable cry.
"I'm asking you about someone. I wonder if you are willing to tell the truth." Jing Hongming grabbed the chair that was 'free' after Wang Yashan untied the rope, and sat firmly on it, looking up and down at the chair.
Wang Yashan kicked the man in the crotch, then groaned in pain as the man shrank on the ground.
"You, you said..." Even if his crotch hurt, Bart didn't dare not answer when Jing Hongming asked him something. A man who killed ** brothers in the blink of an eye, how could he not take good care of him? It hurts?
?Endure the pain first, and serve this murderous man well, lest he leave you with multiple holes in your head if you don't get your way, and then you won't be able to feel the pain even if you want to.
"Where's Hu Mietang? Why isn't he here?" When Jing Hongming said Hu Mietang's name, his tone was still flat, as if he was talking about cats and dogs. But Bart could see from his eyes
I saw the fanaticism, the kind of fanaticism that destroys everything.
"We, our boss went out last night and never came back," Bart swallowed hard, and the severe pain in his crotch gradually subsided, finally allowing him to have the strength to speak more coherently: "He
Let's wait for him here, he will probably be back soon. I'll say anything, please don't kill me... I don't want to die yet..."
"No one wants to die, but the key is to see if you are worth living to me." Jing Hongming lowered his head slightly and leaned back on the chair. He is a person with a slight mysophobia, and he really can't stand it.
The smell oozing out from between Bart's legs.
"Ask you, I will tell you anything! I just ask you to forgive me for the mistake I made this time for the sake of us all being Chinese." Bart seemed to hear the vitality in Jing Hongming's words, and he hurriedly said:
She stood up and knelt in front of Jing Hongming, her light blue eyes filled with the look of a slave. This made Wang Yashan very suspicious whether the person who threatened her just now was him, and she had never been aggressive towards the Dongtu elements.
The legend of fear of death has been deeply doubted.
"Well, as long as you tell me honestly, I will spare your life." Jing Hongming's eyes seemed to have a hint of warmth when staring at Bart: "Tell me, where did you get these AK47s?
Are you here? What is the purpose of your coming to Qingdao this time, how many people are here, and through what channels?"
"A total of 23 of us came, divided into two groups, one led by Boss Hu, and the other led by..."
Bart glanced at the man who gave the order who was lying on his back with blood blistering from the hole on his forehead. After shuddering, he continued: "The AK47 led by him had already checked in the coal truck half a month ago.
It was transported here from Xinjiang, and all of us came by train. I don’t know exactly what we came to Qingdao for, but I vaguely heard the boss say that he wanted to snatch a jade ring from a young man named Qin. According to reports
He said that thing is related to the totem of our East Tustan Republic, and we must get it no matter what the price."
"Actually, we are also peace-loving people, and we hope that we will no longer live a life of hiding in Tibet like you...Really, what I say is not false at all. If I lie, let Allah punish me!"
Bart put his right hand on his chest, sobbing non-stop, with muddy tears hanging at the corners of his slightly closed eyes, and kept muttering: "O Allah, forgive your ignorant child, and let him change his ways and start over.
Come on! He has a kind-hearted wife and a young son who need his care in his warm home. Just give him another chance..."
Although a few minutes ago, Wang Yashan hated this man with all her heart, but now seeing such a grown man kneeling in front of Jing Hongming so devoutly to reflect, as a woman who is not very hard-hearted, she
I feel a little pity for this Bart. Although he looks quite funny with his upper body and belt hanging on the ground, but after all, kindness and gentleness are the traditions of Chinese women.
Wang Yashan can be regarded as someone who has received rigorous special training and has become a member of the iron-blooded soldiers, but she is always a woman, a woman who yearns for a better sun tomorrow. Aren't women often a symbol of peace?
Just like the white dove spreading its wings and flying freely in the sky.
How about giving him a chance to change his ways?
This sentence was still swirling in Wang Yashan's throat when she heard Jing Hongming ask with a smile: "Have you finished talking? Well, you said it very well and I am basically satisfied."
Smiled! This man actually smiled... But why was there a hint of cruelty in his smile? How cruel was the poisonous snake when he saw the beautiful bird? When he saw Jing Hongming smiling slightly and talking to Bart, he didn't know.
Why, Wang Yashan suddenly felt cold, so cold that she actually had the urge to let Bart, who had humiliated her a few minutes ago, run away.
"I tell you everything I know, and you who are with Allah, I just hope I can get a chance to change my ways." Bart still kept complimenting Jing Hongming without seeing his smile at all.
It has turned into sarcasm, sarcasm filled with extreme disgust.
"Very good," Jing Hongming slowly stood up and walked slowly to the wall of the cave where the black military thorn was stuck. His head was slightly lowered: "I'll give you a chance to change your ways. I hope you can
Don’t do such stupid things again in the new environment.”
"Thank you! Thank you!" After hearing what Jing Hongming said, Bart, a devout Muslim, looked at him with worshipful eyes as if he had seen God appear. Suddenly, his head touched the ground, and a few bangs came.
The Han man nodded his head in gratitude, then stood up, holding his pants with both hands, and stumbled towards the entrance of the cave.
Is my feeling wrong? Did he really let Bart go?
Just when Wang Yashan looked away from Bart's back, she saw Jing Hongming reaching out and grabbing the handle of the black military thorn, with murderous blood flashing in his eyes, and suddenly looked back with a sinister smile.
He suddenly waved his hand! The black thorn that seemed to come from hell immediately turned into an ominous lightning, with the hissing sound of a poisonous snake sticking out its tongue. Just before Wang Yashan blinked her eyes, Bart screamed.
The sound shook her eardrums.
Bart's body paused the moment Jing Hongming threw out the military thorn, and then he staggered and plopped down on the ground, with the handle of the black military thorn exposed from his vest.
"You, you still killed him?" Wang Yashan opened her mouth wide and looked at Jing Hongming blankly.
"Didn't you see it with your own eyes?" Jing Hongming waved his hand disapprovingly.
"But you said you would let him go!"
"Did I say that? Why don't I remember." Jing Hongming glanced at her lightly, then walked to Emma, bent down and picked up the camera.
"You said you would give him a chance to change his ways, and hoped that he would not do such stupid things again in the new environment."
"Yes, I said that. It seems that you have a good memory... But I'm confused, why did you forget that he suppressed you and wanted to give you medicine after just a while?" Jing Hong ordered the camera to be turned off.
He took out the tape, casually put the camera on the ground, looked at Wang Yashan and said coldly: "Don't you know that the place where you can see God is also a new environment?"
"you!"
Wang Yashan didn't expect that Jing Hongming, a man who didn't like to talk much, would be as sharp as Qin Yuguan when it came to quibbling. Especially when she saw his sarcastic eyes, she felt that he was
He was looking at a psychopath with brain problems. This made Wang Yashan, who had always been very arrogant, feel very uncomfortable. She snorted softly and said: "Humph, I clearly said I would let him go, but then he went back on his word. I really didn't expect Long Teng."
October is also the kind of man who doesn’t mean what he says!”
"I really doubt that you are such a big man, how can you still believe in fairy tales? You are so innocent and cute!" Jing Hongming sneered and said: "Of course I don't bother to be a man like him who can talk and do what he wants.
But next time if someone wants to feed you those pills or take off your pants, remember not to call my name again, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable."
Really disgusted with this kind-hearted mother-in-law Wang Yashan, Jing Hongming glanced at Wang Yashan, casually threw the belt in his hand over, and said without any radical words or deeds because of Wang Yashan's words: "Take a closer look, if you like
The contents inside should be kept as a souvenir.”
"What?" Wang Yashan was stunned, and after subconsciously catching the tape thrown by Jing Hongming, she suddenly understood what was recorded here. She thought of what the Bart whom she had pitied just now said and what he was going to do.
With everything going on here, I feel like the strap in my hand is quite hot.
After throwing the belt to Wang Yashan, Jing Hongming walked to Bart's body without looking at her, bent down and pulled out the thorn that represented death, and walked towards the entrance of the cave without even saying hello to Wang Yashan.