Chapter 818, Shoot!

"We meet again." Qin Luo looked at the swordsman who was controlled by Jesus and the big head, and said with a smile.

They had been in contact many times before, but each time they were in the open and in the dark. The swordsman walks away with one blow, and many times he doesn't even see each other.

This time, they're finally 'open to each other'. And there is one party who has been wet and tempted to highlight his incomparably majestic figure-

The swordsman looked at Qin Luo with a very calm expression on his face. There is no consciousness of being a prisoner of the hierarchy at all.

"Qin, he doesn't understand what you're talking about." Jesus said.

"I know." Qin Luo nodded. "I've wanted to talk to him for a long time. It doesn't matter if you understand it or not. Take it away. ”

The big head tortured the swordsman, and Qin Luo still didn't feel at ease and sealed his 'dantian acupoint' with a silver needle, leaving him powerless in half an hour. Jesus carried the swordsman's sword box, and the group got on the yacht again.

Qin Luo didn't take the swordsman to join Kalai. If he had predicted it, they had already reported the swordsman's death to Calle or Philip.

Didn't it mean that the reports of those people were wrong, they used so many people to set up such a big battle, but let the prisoners escape - isn't it difficult for people to step down?

The yacht stopped at a quiet intersection, searched around, and said to Qin Luo, "There is an abandoned shipyard ahead. ”

"Let's go inside." Qin Luo said.

The big head shot the door lock, and they entered the musty-smelling courtyard.

Qin Luo looked at Jesus and said, "You come and translate for me." ”

"Understood. It's a bit weird, though. Jesus nodded.

"I'm ready to leave Sweden. I don't want to bring a killer back. So, you only have two options. One, I killed you. Two, go and kill the man who sent you to kill me. ”

Jesus glanced at Qin Luo, and then explained Qin Luo's words to the swordsman.

"Like you?" The swordsman looked up at Jesus' face and said. He could not see the outline of Jesus' expression, but he could see his shining eyes.

"Yes. Same with me. Jesus said with a smile. You should rejoice in his kindness. We are killers, and you know very well what the end of the killer's failure will be. ”

"I'm well aware. I'm ready too. ”

"Ready to die?"

"Yes."

"As far as I know, you're afraid of death."

"If my caution is what you call fear of death, then whatever you say." The swordsman said with a smile. "I do want to live if possible. Who wants to die? ”

"You have one such opportunity now." Jesus exhorted. After all, they are friends. Although their friendship is difficult for many people to understand.

"If I do, won't I be you?"

"What's wrong with that? At least I can continue to serve the Lord Jesus now, and I can persuade more people to join us in believing in my Lord. ”

The swordsman was furious.

His voice became cold and murderous. "Have you not been ashamed of your deeds?"

The smile on Jesus' face also disappeared, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "Yes." But when I think about what would happen if I didn't compromise and die, I was even more convinced that I had made the right choice. A living person is capable of doing more than a dead person. You can do bad things, but you can also do good things. ”

"You're a killer. Killers should have their own pride. Kill or be killed, there should be no third option - I will use my life to maintain my reputation. ”

"It's a shame." Jesus said.

"That's what I want to say to you, too."

Are you sure that's your final answer? If that's the case, I'm going to report back to him - oh, and I forgot to tell you, I'm now working part-time as his bodyguard. An easy and happy job. He never paid me a salary, but that's not the most important thing. Isn't it? ”

"That's my final answer." The swordsman said with a wistful tone. "When did the killer start to get bargaining too?"

"I'm a missionary now." Jesus grinned with white teeth. "I used to be proud of my profession. Now, too. Oh, I really do what the Chinese people say - do a line of love and love. ”

"My friend, should I accuse you of brazenness or should I be flattering to your willingness?"

"It doesn't matter." Jesus said. "My Lord has said, 'If anyone insults you, revilates, mocks you, laughs at you, or spurns you, do not heed it. In a few years, you will see it. ”

"—I don't remember God saying anything like that."

"Didn't you? Such philosophical words must have been uttered by my Lord. ”

“———”

Qin Luo looked at the two people standing in front of him chatting, but he couldn't understand a word, so he had to ask out loud, "Is there a result?" I hope he will be able to make smart choices. ”

"He chose to use death to preserve the dignity of the killer and the reputation of the swordsman." Jesus said. "He's braver than me."

"It's stupider than you." Qin Luo said. "Killed."

The big head understood and immediately raised his pistol.

"Wait." Jesus shouted.

"What's the matter?" Qin Luo looked at Jesus and said. "Are you going to intercede for him and let me let him go?"

"I'd like to ask him for a cigarette." Jesus said with a serious face. "He doesn't drink, he doesn't play with women. Only likes to kill and smoke. ”

"Yes." Qin Luo nodded in agreement. He's not a flexible boss.

"Do you have a cigarette?" Jesus groped for the swordsman's body.

"Thank you, my friend." The swordsman licked his lips and said. "I didn't expect you to make such a request for me, it makes me happier than interceding for me—no more touching. I don't have a cigarette. You should know my xìng character, as soon as I take over the task, I will quit smoking and get rid of the smell on my body. ”

"Oh. Poor lost little lamb, how long has it been since you smoked? Jesus turned to look at Qin Luo and Datou and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?" ”

"Nope." Qin Luo shook his head. Datou Suo xìng ignored him. But his silence has already given the answer.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" Jesus asked the group of palace guards standing at the door who were in charge of protecting Qin Luo.

"Sir, no smoking is allowed on duty. You are not allowed to carry anything that might reveal your identity—" replied a tall man, with a blank look.

"It's a shame." Jesus sighed. Then he looked at Qin Luo and said, "Can you give him to me." I asked him for a cigarette and sent him on his way. ”

Qin Luo looked into Jesus' eyes.

After a long time, he nodded. "Yes."

"I'll go with them." Big Head said. He didn't worry that Jesus would take the swordsman away. What if he lets him go?

"Come back with me." Qin Luo said with a smile.

Then he turned and walked outside. Although the big head was unwilling, he could only follow behind.

"What a strange person. No wonder I couldn't kill him. The swordsman looked at Qin Luo's background and said thoughtfully.

"It's too late to regret it now." Jesus said.

"Maybe no one else can say that, but I know that today will be my last day – so I can be sure that I've never done anything in my life that I regret." The swordsman said.

"Let's go." Jesus shrugged his shoulders and walked to the door.

The swordsman smiled and followed.

After walking for more than half an hour, the two finally bought a pack of Marlboro at the 24-hour store at the highway gas station.

Jesus tore open the wrapper, took out a cigarette and lit it, then handed it to the swordsman and said, "Smoke." ”

"Thank you." The swordsman took the cigarette and took a very greedy puff.

Probably because he held it for a long time, his first puff was very hard, and he smoked half of the cigarette at once.

Letting the mellow smell flow through his chest, the swordsman closed his eyes a little intoxicated.

Jesus sat on the side and watched him without making a sound of interruption.

The swordsman took small sips, as if he were savoring the best food in the world.

Soon, however, the cigarette burned to the butt.

Jesus threw the cigarette case over and said, "You can smoke another one." ”

"No need." The swordsman refused. "You promised him that I would only smoke one last cigarette."

"That's true." Jesus retrieved the cigarette case.

"Can you give me the sword case?" The swordsman glanced at the sword box that Jesus had placed next to him and spoke up.

Jesus handed over the sword box. The swordsman took the sword box and pressed it lightly, and with a 'click' sound, the lid bounced open.

On the red sè cotton in the box, a silver-white soft sword lay quietly.

The swordsman reached out and stroked it gently. And with his fingertips lightly slicing across the blade of the sword, a long slash immediately appeared on his finger, and beads of blood flowed open at the edge of the blade.

Raise the sword with blood!

Reluctantly, the swordsman closed the sword case, handed him to Jesus, and said, "Treat it well." ”

Jesus did not reach out to take it, but looked at the swordsman and said, "I know that you have regained your strength. You can use it to resist and run away. ”

"I'm ready." The swordsman said. "Shoot."

"Okay. My friend. Jesus drew his golden pistol, pulled the safety bolt, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at the swordsman's head.

"Goodbye, my friend." After Jesus finished speaking, he resolutely pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Blood splattered.

(ps: Lao Liu is attending his cousin's wedding in his hometown, and it is not easy to surf the Internet.) Sorry sorry...... ）