"Kondo Hiroshi, you..." Ling Cang had quietly taken out a throwing knife just now. But he didn't dare to hit it at this moment. He could only hold it tightly in his hand, getting tighter and tighter until his fingers felt twitching.
"Ling Cang. How are you? Are you scared?" Kondo Hiroshi kept laughing wildly. He looked a little crazy: "What can you do to me..."
"I don't want to do anything to you..." Ling Cang had to give in: "Tell me. How can I make you let them go? I will do it."
The Special Forces Brigade and the 03 Brigade had already followed. But seeing the scene in front of them, no one dared to move forward.
Kondo Hiroshi pointed at these people and told Ling Cang: "Let them all exit first."
"I heard it." Ling Cang turned around and slowly told everyone: "Everyone, please go out."
The special brigade immediately obeyed the order. But Wu Lei hesitated and said, "What should we do with the other hostages?"
"If the two of them die..." Ling Cang said in an inaudible voice: "Even if the other hostages are rescued, there is no point."
"But the order I received is that if we cannot rescue all the hostages, at least we must ensure the safety of most of them."
"No buts." Ling Cang ordered in a tone that left no doubt: "Get out immediately."
Wu Lei hesitated for a moment and then left with the others. Suddenly, the room turned into a confrontation between Ling Cang and Kondo Hiroshi. Ling Cang asked coldly: "What do you want?"
"You just hit me so much." Hiroshi Kondo covered the wound and said with a wild smile, "I want you to stab yourself."
"You..." Ling Cang gritted his teeth and said, "You are cruel enough."
"Of course I'm cruel enough." Hiroshi Kondo said, stabbing Liang Xiangyu again on the shoulder.
Neither of these cuts is deep enough to be fatal. Apparently Kondo Hiroshi wanted to keep the game going for a long time.
Liang Xiangyu trembled violently again. Cold sweat broke out all over his body, which quickly soaked into his clothes. The iron chair made a slight "creak" sound under his struggle and almost lost its shape.
After a while, Liang Xiangyu rolled his eyes and fainted.
Ling Cang looked at Liang Xiangyu and recalled many past events.
When he first arrived at No. 1 Middle School, he was looked down upon by other students. Only a few were willing to associate with him. Ling Cang still remembers that Liang Xiangyu came over that day and said to himself carelessly: "Ling Cang, the new classmate, has two things. Looking for you."
He told himself to choose a club to join. Then he asked himself to go to the party that night. It was at this party that everyone clashed with the men of Mr. Bai in the capital. Liang Xiangyu stood by his side the whole time.
Later, we often went out to play. We even stole exam questions and visited casinos. We did many things together and established a strong friendship.
Liang Xiangyu has never looked down upon himself because of his prominent family background. On the contrary, he has helped him in many things, such as when he first applied to live in a student apartment.
It was precisely because of the appearance of friends like him and Zhou Zitong that Ling Cang's life in No. 1 Middle School, an aristocratic school, was not so lonely. It also made Ling Cang realize that not everyone has a snobbish eye. After all, There are still many people who treat others with kindness.
Friends, or rather brothers, are as important as my women. Without them, I would just be alone.
Thinking of this, Ling Cang picked up the flying knife and stabbed himself in the abdomen.
A touch of blood sprayed out. Ling Cang's body shook a bit, but he remained still: "Satisfied."
"Not satisfied." Hiroshi Kondo laughed wildly again: "One more stab."
"That's it." Ling Cang stabbed him again. Blood gushed out and flowed down his trouser legs, dyeing his entire lower body dark red.
Liang Xiangyu had woken up. He and Zhou Zitong saw the scene in front of them. They temporarily forgot their pain and panic and burst into tears.
"Ling Cang is so loyal and a brother." Hiroshi Kondo nodded in approval: "It's a pity that we are enemies. It would be great if we were friends."
Ling Cang said word by word: "You don't deserve to be friends with me."
"Then I am worthy of being your master..."
"What."
"Kneel down." Hiroshi Kondo pointed at Ling Cang's feet and shouted, "Then say... I'm sorry, Master. I was wrong."
When Ling Cang heard this, he almost forgot about the pain: "You are so perverted..."
"Stop talking nonsense. Kneel down now."
"You'd better kill me." Ling Cang told Kondo Hiroshi categorically: "You Japanese people like to kneel down. But we Chinese people are different. We have a saying... There is gold under a man's knees."
"Even if you have platinum, you have to kneel down today." Hiroshi Kondo said. He raised the short knife again: "Otherwise, I will cut off your friend's flesh piece by piece."
"If you dare to do this, I guarantee you will die even more miserably."
"I have reached the point where I am today. I am no longer afraid of death."
"Really? Then when the time comes, don't beg for mercy."
"Don't beg for mercy on behalf of your friend." Kondo Hiroshi said. He swung the short knife a few more times, but did not stab him: "How are you? Are you afraid?"
Ling Cang stared at Kondo Hiroshi. After a long time, he sighed: "You win..."
"Of course I won. This time I finally won." Hiroshi Kondo raised his dagger and pointed at Ling Cang tremblingly: "Have you forgotten? That day in the gymnasium, how did you make me kneel down and kowtow to you?"
"I really didn't expect you to come back."
"Then kneel down."
"No." Ling Cang shook his head decisively. Then he put the flying knife to his neck: "I would rather die than kneel down."
"Then I will kill your friend."
"Don't worry. I will die in front of them..." Ling Cang smiled slightly and cut a little into his neck with the flying knife: "This way I can't see what you have done. And there is no point in abusing them."
The flying knife had not yet touched the vital part. Ling Cang would not die for the time being. But the pain was quite severe. Ling Cang shivered violently and almost collapsed to the ground.
Blood spurted out from his neck and covered his shirt, turning Ling Cang into a bloody man.
Liang Xiangyu and Zhou Zitong struggled desperately. They seemed to want to say something, but what came out were just a series of indistinct sounds.
Kondo Hiroshi looked at Ling Cang, dumbfounded on the spot. After a long time, he said quietly: "You... are cruel enough."
"No one can make me kneel down..." Ling Cang just opened his mouth. A stream of blood sprayed out from his throat: "You can't either."
"you……"
"My knees will never bend. They will never touch the ground..." Ling Cang coughed violently a few times. More blood foam came out: "You want me to fall. Unless you let me die." "
A fact that many people must admit is that although Japanese people are cruel, they are also very brave. They have no sympathy for others and no mercy for themselves. Otherwise, they would not have invented such a perverted suicide method as seppuku.
However, in order to reduce the pain, seppuku is usually performed by someone. That is, the head of the person who commits seppuku is cut off at the right time. Most of the people who commit seppuku will drink a lot of alcohol before to numb the nerves. And if the knife has just cut into the abdomen, it will be done. Swing the knife down. So you won't feel too much pain.
Only a few people have enough courage and perseverance to commit seppuku. For example, Yuichi Kondo adopted the most extreme method of hiding his belly.
Ling Cang's method is almost the same as seppuku. I'm afraid it is even more cruel. Because the neck is related to the blood supply to the head. If the head cannot have blood to bring enough oxygen, it will cause confusion and dizziness, which will affect the body. Will lose control.
Ling Cang is still standing still at this time. What is needed is not only courage and perseverance, but also the strength to maintain a clear mind.
Japanese people admire heroes very much. So during the war of aggression against China, Japanese soldiers built monuments for many Chinese soldiers. Although the two sides were enemies, Japanese soldiers admired the deeds of these Chinese soldiers.
Kondo Hiroshi was moved and calmed down a bit. He bowed deeply to Ling Cang and said something vague.
Ling Cang lost too much blood at this time. His head was dizzy and his body became numb. Several times, Ling Cang almost fell to the ground. But he regained his footing with strong perseverance: "Kondo Hiroshi, I can die. But I promise you won't walk out of this room alive."
"With someone like you buried with me..." After Kondo Hiroshi said this, he turned the short knife around and pointed it at his abdomen: "My death is worth it."
"It seems that we are the same..." Ling Cang smiled sadly: "We don't want to die in the hands of our opponents."
"That's right." After a pause, Kondo Hiroshi added: "What's more, the Kikusui Society is on the verge of destruction. These hostages are our only hope. If this hope is shattered, the Kikusui Society will never be able to turn around again."
"But you have lost. My people have surrounded this place. All the hostages will be rescued. None of the Kikusui Club can escape."
"I know." Hiroshi Kondo suddenly laughed, but not as crazy as before. He looked very indifferent: "I also want to tell you. This building is already filled with explosives. As soon as I die, the explosives will be destroyed immediately. Triggered. When the time comes, both jade and stone will be destroyed.”
"I have to tell you. You are wrong..." Ling Cang shook his head with difficulty: "I don't care about the life or death of these hostages. All I want is that these hostages will not be used by you."
"Really?" Kondo Hiroshi nodded slightly: "But you will be disappointed. They have signed a lot of contracts. There is no way to recover these."
"I admit it. You made a lot of money. But..." Ling Cang smiled and shook his head: "I still need them not to cause more losses. If they stay in your hands, it would be better for them all to die."
"It seems you are quite ruthless."
"I am cruel enough. But one thing is different from you. That is that I care about the people around me."
"And for me..." Kondo Hiroshi continued Ling Cang's words. For a moment, the two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding: "As long as we can achieve our cause, any sacrifice is acceptable. My father is dead. All relatives My friends are all dead. But I don’t care at all.”