Seeing Leng Zimo pointing his gun at him again, Gao Di finally showed timidity in his eyes.
He has lived for almost forty years, and has killed countless people. Now he is completely a murderous demon, but he is still afraid of death.
Especially at this moment when he was convinced that he could survive, his fear became more and more rapid.
"Have you forgotten what I said?" Leng Zirui smirked, "I said that what I like most is to give people hope and then crush it to pieces."
As he said that, he gently touched Leng Zimo's shoulder, "Don't miss the last shot."
Leng Zimo aimed his gun at Gotti.
"Dad, hit the forehead and you'll die with one shot."
"Uncle, don't listen to my brother. I tell you, a heart attack will hurt the most."
"What do you two know? Listen to me. If you hit the liver, you won't die immediately, but it will hurt so much, and you will die in the end."
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Captain Song stood aside, looked at Gao Di, who was already covered in cold sweat, and shook his head slightly.
"If you don't take the road to heaven, you will fall into hell. No one can save you!"
At this time, Gotti felt like a fish on the chopping board, being slaughtered by others, but Leng Zimo refused to shoot.
The feeling of knowing you are going to die but being hung up for your last breath is simply more torturous than death.
Gao Di couldn't stand it anymore, "Leng Zimo... shoot!"
Leng Zimo knelt down and said, "Please!"
"I..." Gotti gritted his teeth, "Don't even think about it!"
Leng Zimo didn't say anything, he just raised his hand to put away the gun and extended his palm to Luo Jun.
"Give me the knife!"
Luo Jun immediately reached out and handed him a knife.
Leng Zirui laughed out loud immediately, "How could I forget? It's more fun to use a knife. Poke the knife through the ribs and then cut off the heart muscle bit by bit. That is definitely the most painful way to die."
Leng Zimo gently slid the knife across Gao Di's chest, "Which rib is it?"
"The sixth root!"
"No way, it must be the seventh root!"
"What? I'd say it's the fifth one!" Leng Zirui looked at Captain Song, "Captain Song, how about... you take a guess?"
Captain Song smiled and said, "It will take a long time for the helicopter to arrive anyway, how about... can we try it by touching it?"
With one sentence, several people laughed, and even Leng Zimo slightly raised his lips.
"Is this a solution?!" Turning the handle of the knife in his hand, he gently pressed the tip of the knife against Gao Di's wound, "Then... let's start from here?"
The cold knife stabbed the muzzle of the gun, and the terror maximized the pain, and Gotti's whole body trembled with pain.
"Now that I know it hurts and I know I'm afraid... when you dismembered that fifteen-year-old girl alive, did you ever think that she would feel pain and be afraid?" Captain Song gritted his teeth and cursed.
Gotti was speechless, just that innocent little face flashed before his eyes.
Then there is another face...
The faces of all the people who were killed by him flashed before his eyes one by one.
His heart tightened little by little, then tightened again...
It was so tight that it couldn't be any tighter, as if countless hands were holding his heart, preventing him from breathing.
Gotti opened his mouth and gasped in pain. His breathing became more and more rapid, and finally he twitched and stopped breathing.
Leng Xiaoxie raised his eyebrows, "Brother, Westerners also talk about going to hell. Is that hell the same hell as the eighteen levels of hell that the Chinese talk about?"
Luo Jun put his hands into his pockets, "If there really is a hell, even if he dies, he should always be in darkness, coldness and pain."
