Yamamoto ran all the way towards the exit of the base. There were constant screams and sounds of blood and flesh flying from behind. Every sound struck Yamamoto's fragile soul. He could only cover his ears with his hands and run forward desperately.
A glimmer of light slowly appeared in front of him. Yamamoto knew that the exit was ahead, and he could escape from this base as long as he worked harder.
The sound behind him suddenly stopped, and at this time, Yamamoto finally reached the exit, so he quickly pressed a few passwords on the sensor buttons. With a "boom", the silver metal door suddenly opened. Yamamoto couldn't wait in time.
He stopped and quickly ran out. While running, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number to ask for help from his family. At this moment, only his own family could help him.
However, Yamamoto found that no matter how many times he called, the phone said it was not in the service area. Yamamoto looked at the signal display on his phone and found that there was no signal! Boundless darkness enveloped Yamamoto's body and mind. At this moment, Yamamoto was desperate.
"Damn it!" Yamamoto threw the phone to the ground angrily. Suddenly, the phone fell apart like a stalled engine.
In front of Yamamoto was a land of thorns. In order to escape, many thorns on the roadside pierced Yamamoto's fair skin. There were many holes in the clothes on Yamamoto's body, and the skin under Yamamoto's clothes
Many large and small wounds also appeared one after another, and reddish-brown blood continued to seep out and quickly condensed into plasma.
Yamamoto stepped in the air and fell hard to the ground. Then he immediately got up from the ground in embarrassment and began to stumble forward again. The wounds on his body burst open again. Yamamoto couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, but Yamamoto couldn't help but
He can no longer care about this. His only consciousness now is how to escape.
Finally, they passed through the land of thorns, but a vast and uninhabited land appeared in front of them. There were no people and no roads. No matter how hard Yamamoto ran, he could not escape from the long wasteland.
"Bang~" A layer of smoke suddenly splashed in front of Yamamoto's road, and a sword energy cut off Yamamoto's progress, leaving a deep sword mark on the wide ground.
Yamamoto sat down on the ground. Severe fear filled his body and mind. His body suddenly trembled, and he seemed to have no strength to stand up.
The sword-carrying man walked up to Yamamoto and stared at him with a pair of cold and hollow eyes. Yamamoto felt that all his strength had been drained. The sword-carrying man's eyes seemed to have magic power, which made Yamamoto suddenly feel a surge of energy in his heart.
Deep fear, as if even the soul is about to be swallowed up
"Where else can you escape?" The sword-carrying man's voice seemed to come from Jiuyou, and he caught up with Yamamoto in a short time.
"Why are you forcing me to a corner? Our Yamamoto family will not let you go." Yamamoto's body was trembling, his soul trembling, but his words were still arrogant and domineering.
"Yamamoto family? Humph??" The sword-carrying man seemed disdainful
"No matter how powerful your Yamamoto family is, can you fight against the government?" The face of the sword-carrying man showed a look of amusement.
"I~" Yamamoto was speechless for a while, and suddenly knelt down in front of the sword-carrying man, begging and saying: "Please, let me go! I will give you whatever you want, I can give you a lot of money, jewelry, diamonds, etc.
I'll give it all to you, I just ask you to let me go." At this moment, Yamamoto has no dignity, like a pug begging to the sword-carrying man, he just wants to live.
"Hahaha~" The sword-carrying man laughed wildly, as if he had heard the best joke and suddenly said with a sharp expression: "Stupid thing, do you think your life can be saved? The Prime Minister wants you to die, who will
Dare you live?"
With a "pop" sound, Yamamoto collapsed on the ground, and a stream of yellow liquid overflowed from under him.
The sword-carrying man frowned and glanced at Yamamoto with disgust. The strong smell of urine made the sword-carrying man couldn't help but cover his nose.
Yamamoto's face was pale and he was curled up on the ground. Without his thugs, this Kuafu son was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out. There was no threat at all. When death came, he was used to enjoying rich food and clothing, and he was more afraid than anyone else.
die
"Let me go!" Yamamoto was still begging for mercy, but his consciousness was no longer clear. Perhaps he was blinded by intense fear.
"Hmph~" The man carrying the sword sneered, and when the long sword came out, the sharp sword energy cut off one of Yamamoto's arms.
"Ah~" screamed, and a pool of blood spurted out. The severe pain suddenly made Yamamoto regain his consciousness, and a large amount of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
Yamamoto covered the stump of his broken arm with his hands, but the blood continued to flow into the flood that burst the embankment. No matter how Yamamoto blocked the wound, the blood still dyed his arm red and continued to seep out.
Yamamoto's face was pale, his facial muscles were twisted, and his body was struggling and rolling over on the ground. The huge pain made him scream at the top of his lungs.
"Zheng~" There was another sword energy, and Yamamoto's other arm was also removed.
Now Yamamoto didn't even have an arm. No matter how painful he was, he could only roll over and over and scream miserably until his voice became hoarse.
"Haha~haha~haha~" Yamamoto suddenly changed from roaring to sobbing and laughing, his body curled up into a ball, blood not only stained his clothes and body, but also stained the ground red
"Kill me!" Yamamoto's eyes revealed a look of despair.
"Want to die! Hum~ It's not that easy?" The man carrying the sword had a ferocious look on his face, and his eyes exuded deep hatred.
"Why? Am I not even good enough to die? Why are you torturing me like this?" Yamamoto glared at the sword-carrying man with blood-red eyes.
"Why? Hahaha~" The sword-carrying man seemed to have become crazy.
"If it weren't for you, how could my senior brother have died tragically?" The sword-carrying man stared at Yamamoto at a group of hungry wolves.
"Your senior brother was killed by that boy. What does it matter to me?" Yamamoto roared resentfully.
"If it hadn't been to hold that kid back and cover your departure first, how could my senior brother have been killed if my senior brother and I had joined forces? My senior brother and I came to China together, and we didn't get any honors. Then our senior brother died in a foreign land, with his body attached.
I don’t even dare to find it back. Do you think this has anything to do with you?” The man carrying the sword pointed at Yamamoto with his long sword. As long as the sword was struck, Yamamoto would die.
However, the man carrying the sword not only did not kill Yamamoto with a decisive sword blow, but instead used the sharp sword tip to slide a few times on Yamamoto's pale face, and suddenly Yamamoto's face became a bloody mess.
Yamamoto couldn't help but scream a few more times. Even he couldn't help but that he had become numb. At this moment, Yamamoto's heart was filled with despair. He just wanted to die so that he could end this terrible torture.
"You madman, I beg you to kill me!"
"Kill you? Haha~ kill you~" The man carrying the sword was all red, and with one strike of the sword, Yamamoto's leg was immediately severed.
"Ah~" A desperate and pitiful sound sounded, and the voice stopped abruptly.
"Haha~Kill you, kill you~~" The man carrying the sword seemed to have gone crazy, and struck out with the sword again, but this time Yamamoto could no longer scream...,,,