Mustache's tone left Meng Yong without a trace of doubt. He knew that if he didn't tell the truth, he would definitely roll down the steep slope in the next second, all the way to the deepest point, and be shattered into pieces like the two people who died before.
He was conflicted and afraid. He didn't dare to tell the truth, but he had to tell it. When Mustache's hand started to tighten again, Meng Yong screamed repeatedly as if he was being shocked.
"The rope is cut!"
In order to expand the power of the organization, Kira Yimu made the search scope and intensity stronger and attracted many members from all over the world. The power of the organization was indeed strengthened, but these people deviated from the purpose of the organization.
, also makes the composition of the members more complicated and impure. Su Ri is an admirable person, but he is not a good leader. He does not have all the conditions that a leader has. Under his cold appearance, he has a kind heart.
Su Ri's heart was too soft and his methods were not strong enough. He could not control the organization well and control everyone under his command.
For example, Meng Yong was not grateful to Jinpu Ngawang for venturing into the depths of the conical pit to bring back the bodies of his two companions. He wanted to get rid of Jinpu Ngawang completely. His men were already ready to evacuate.
, after Jinpu Ngawang entered the big pit, the rope was cut, making it difficult for Jinpu Ngawang to climb up with bare hands.
Moreover, after he went down, the people above did not hear any noise. No one could tell whether Jin Pu Awang was alive or dead.
"Is that so?" Mustache stared straight at Meng Yong: "He brought back the body of your companion, and you cut his rope? Is that true?"
The anger in Mustache's heart was indescribable. When his anger reached the extreme, he calmed down, but the look in his eyes became even more terrifying. Meng Yong seemed to be burned by two burning fires, and his teeth chattered.
, a few large beads of sweat would roll down from time to time on my forehead.
"Whether Awang is dead or alive, you will never forgive me!" Mustache slowly stretched out his other hand and grabbed Meng Yong's collar.
Meng Yong raised it above his head.
"Stop! Stop!"
Those who were following them from a distance were shocked. When they saw that Mustache was about to throw Meng Yong down, someone immediately started shouting to stop Mustache.
"Put him down first!" Someone took a few steps and said, "Brother Su Ri will be here soon. If you throw him down, you won't be able to escape. Be careful!"
Mustache did not look at these people, but he slowly lowered his hands that were holding Meng Yong. He was not afraid, but wanted to explain the matter clearly to Su Ri in person. The world is big and the earth is big, and the truth is the greatest. Mustache is not a good person who eats fast and chants Buddha's name.
, but even if he kills, he must be justified. He can't say he is grateful to Su Ri, but he always has a heart of admiration. He is a man with a mind as broad as the blue sky.
He glanced down the pit again. It was pitch black, and the jumping green light was much dimmed. He couldn't see anything. Ever since he heard that the rope leading Jinpu Awang down had been cut, Mustache felt a very special feeling in his heart.
An uneasy premonition that the rope has been cut does not mean anything in itself, and it will not completely trap people to death. But the rope is broken, but it indicates that all escape routes are cut off.
He couldn't wait any longer, he only had a short time, and if Su Ri couldn't make it, Mustache wouldn't be able to care about that much.
Su Ri's men had already traveled back and forth on the dangerous road they had walked before, so they were very fast. The people who rushed back reported the situation, and Su Ri followed. When he arrived,
Mustache was still standing beside the edge of the pit, which looked like the edge of a cliff, motionless.
At this moment, Su Ri's only remaining eye seemed to be infected by some emotion. He could not tell his inner feelings, but in the endless darkness, a lonely figure stood quietly in the abyss.
On the side, that kind of atmosphere is like a painting that can directly penetrate people's hearts.
"Come back." Su Ri waved towards Mustache: "If you have anything to say, you can speak slowly."
"I'm not waiting for you to come here to talk." Mustache turned and looked at Su Ri: "I'm just telling you that your subordinate has made an unforgivable mistake, and I will deal with him."
Su Ri had already heard what happened. For an upright leader, he naturally knew that his subordinates were wrong in this matter. So after hearing what Mustache said, Su Ri did not immediately express his position, maybe he didn't know
What should I say? At this time, several people around him came up to Su Ri and whispered.
Mustache ignored them, but Meng Yong, who had been subdued by him, could already smell the smell of death. Especially after seeing Su Ri coming, Meng Yong couldn't help but start shouting, begging Su Ri for help.
"They did something wrong in this matter. I'm sorry and I solemnly apologize." Su Ri waved the others to stand behind him. He took two steps forward and said, "Come back first. This matter can be cleared up."
, the following actions, whether they require people or equipment, are all our responsibility."
"Tear it over, how to do it?" Mustache slowly began to lift Meng Yong above his head, and Meng Yong struggled feebly.
At this moment, Mustache in the darkness was like an invincible god.
"Don't kill him!" Su Ri looked at Mustache's behavior as if it was beyond negotiation, and then emphasized his tone: "In our organization, anyone who kills his companions indiscriminately will be hunted down indefinitely!"
Mustache seemed not to hear Su Ri's words, nor the threat in them. He only had one thought in his mind: If something happened to Jinpu Awang because of Meng Yong, then he would kill him even if it came to the end of the world.
Meng Yong.
Mustache held up Meng Yong and took another step towards the edge of the pit. At this moment, as long as his hand loosened slightly, Meng Yong would roll down the slope.
"Stop!" Su Ri took off the gun on his back like lightning. His gun was as flexible as his hand. Within a second or two, the gun on his back had entered the pre-firing state. Su Ri only had one left.
His eyes are broken, but this one eye is unmatched by most gunmen in the world. He can still shoot down the eagle flying over Helan Mountain: "You know my shooting skills!"
"Then you shoot!"
"Everyone's life is precious!" Su Ri raised his gun and pointed it at Mustache: "You have no right to deprive other people of their lives!"
"Other people's lives are life! Awang's life is not life!" Mustache didn't want to turn his head anymore, because at this time, his mind was filled with the shadow of Jinpu Awang. He thought of it a lot, and thought of it countless times.
In the critical moment, Jinpu Ngawang stepped forward and left the chance of survival to himself.
He remembered the last time he saw Jinpu Ngawang, his slightly limping back. The image of his back was like an invisible needle, piercing Mustache's heart, causing his heart to twitch with pain and making him unable to breathe.
What is friendship? Many people can't explain it, because a certain kind of friendship has become extinct nowadays. Only Mustache knows the friendship of Jinpu Ngawang.
This Tibetan man who is not tall and has a fiery temperament, his interpretation of friendship is: I can die, but you have to live.
"Whoever's life is his life..."
The breath that Mustache was holding was instantly relieved. He threw it forward with all his strength. Meng Yong's slightly struggling body was like a stone thrown into the abyss. It drew an arc and landed heavily on the steep slope.
On the surface, it then began to roll down the slope without any hindrance. Only the sound of bones and stones colliding could be faintly heard.
At this moment, Su Ri's eyes suddenly opened and his finger pressed tightly on the trigger. As long as he exerted more force, the bullet would come out.
Mustache showed no expression or any intention to dodge. He just looked this way, took out the rope from his backpack, and found a place to fix it on the edge of the pit. He was not afraid of bullets, he was going to find the unknown place where his life and death were unknown.
partner.
While Mustache was doing these things, Su Ri remained motionless, as if he was petrified, always holding up the gun in his hand. It was not that he had never thought about shooting. As the leader of this organization, he always kept in mind the principles of the organization.
The iron law is that anyone who kills members of the organization must be pursued to the end.
However, Su Ri did not fire until Mustache slowly climbed into the pit along the rope. Su Ri also took back his gun. He was deep in thought, and the people behind him did not dare to speak. When Su Ri
After he stopped thinking and put the gun behind his back, someone tried to say: "Why don't you kill him? He killed our people!"
"Meng Yong did something wrong in this matter." Su Ri looked back at the other party: "We are looking for our roots. It is impossible not to kill people."
Being wrong was just one reason why Su Ri didn't shoot, but the other reason was buried in his heart and he didn't tell anyone. He didn't know Mustache very well, but he was very close to another person thousands of miles away.
Familiar. From some past events and another person's words, Su Ri knew very well that if he shot Mustache today, all the friendship between him and that person thousands of miles away would be reduced to smoke.
The man named Wei Tian will use all available forces at all costs to rush to Tibetan areas from the mainland to avenge Mustache. Although Su Ri and Wei Tian once teamed up to deal with Wei Ba, in a sense, Su Ri
He also saved Wei Tian's life. But when it came to Mustache, Wei Tian would throw away all his friendship with Su Ri.
"I'm not as good as you..." Su Ri also stood for a long time, looking at the darkness where the mustache disappeared, and murmured.