"Chop off his fingers one by one." The officer roared with a twisted face and gritted his teeth.

Several soldiers on the side immediately gathered around, four of them pressed the boss's hands and legs, and the other drew his saber, stepped on the back of the boss's hand, put the blade on his thumb, and then raised the ball of his forefoot to step on the back of the knife, and asked with a smirk: "Where have the people gone?" To say or not to say? ”

The Chinese brother was powerless to struggle, lifting his blood-stained face, watching the blade pressed against his fingers but unable to resist, we can't ask a civilian to resist the torture of the military, he is just an ordinary person, he can't bear such torture at all.

I really hope that if he says it, I can rush out and die with them, even if I die, I can feel a little less guilty, and I can die a happy death.

But after all, he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, he endured torture in order to protect me, if I rushed out desperately, then all these hardships would be in vain, and what made me most painful was that until now he thought that I was a member of China's 6th Army, if he knew that I was a mercenary who killed countless people, he would not have helped me so desperately.

The screams of weakness pierced my heart like thousands of steel needles, painful and miserable, but in the end, I still controlled myself and did not rush out to die, I admit that I want to survive and do not want to die in vain.

I kept thinking, if it was a goddess, a wolf, a monkey, a ninja, or some other comrade-in-arms who were being tortured outside, would I still be able to stay as calm as I am now? I don't know, this answer is too cruel.

As a special soldier, it is a basic quality to maintain absolute calm in any situation, but when emotion overcomes reason, everything becomes different, and we will turn from soldiers to beasts.

The Chinese brother's cry became weak, his hoarse voice indicated that he had run out of oil, ten fingers had been cut off, he lay on the ground with trembling lips, he didn't even have the strength to speak, his eyes were facing the glass of the counter, I saw a hint of relief in that gaze, and a little pride as a hero, because he had saved a Chinese man.

"I'm sorry!" I couldn't bear to look at it anymore, my head bowed and my eyes closed, tears dripping down the corners of my eyes, I can't think of any other words to express the guilt and guilt in my heart than these three words, even if it didn't help.

The boss was already dying, only the last breath had not been swallowed, the officer waved his hand, the soldiers gathered around him dispersed, the officer squatted down and took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it and took a deep breath, spraying the smoke on the boss's face.

"As long as you tell where that person is, I'll take you to the hospital right away, maybe you can still leave a life, think about it, is it worth losing your life for a stranger you don't know?" The officer flicked the cigarette ash and persuaded with a bitter look.

The boss was completely unresponsive, his pale face from excessive blood loss looked like a corpse that had been dead for a long time, to the point where it made no sense to say anything to death.

The officer's face gradually became ugly, and his eyes were almost crazy: "Are you looking for death, Lao Tzu will fulfill you!" He pressed the half-smoked cigarette butt in his hand on the boss's eyes fiercely, and the red sparks burned his eyes with a "zizi" sound.

The boss struggled violently a few times like a flashback, and a heart-rending scream came out of his mouth, and then his whole body kept convulsing and trembling, and after a while, there was no movement.

The officer stood up, took a deep breath, and suddenly raised his leg and stepped on the boss's head, the bridge of his nose and half of his face collapsed, and he couldn't die anymore.

"Sir, there's a back door in the restaurant." As soon as the boss died, a soldier came to report it.

"Burn this broken restaurant to me, and the others will continue to chase!" The officer waved his hand and commanded loudly.

"Yes!" The soldier next to him agreed, strode out of the door, dragged a barrel of gasoline from the military vehicle, and sprinkled it in all corners of the restaurant, and the others followed the officer to chase out the back door and continue to search, and when everyone withdrew from the restaurant, the soldiers outside fired a shot at the gasoline on the floor, and in an instant the fire was in full swing, and even the body of the boss was drowned in the fire.

The fire burned into the evening, and I hid in the basement to save my life, and it wasn't until midnight that the fire gradually went out, and several shops next to it were burned down.

I crawled out of the basement and saw that it was in ruins, with only four smoke-black walls still standing alone, burning ashes beneath my feet, and light smoke still floating in many places.

I stepped on the rubble on the ground and slowly came to the charred corpse of the Chinese brother, leaving only the outline of the corpse on the ground, which would be torn apart and turned into a mass of ashes at the slightest touch.

I took off my helmet and fell to my knees, knocking my head three times in a row, and by the time I got up, my forehead was already bruised, and I didn't know what to do but express my inner apologies.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'll find a way to bring your ashes back to China, although I don't know where your hometown is, but I'll find you a good place to return to your roots." I took a deep breath, pulled over my rucksack, and gently picked up a handful of ashes into a small bag on my side, and as a breeze blew, the silhouette of the body disappeared, and the ashes raised by the wind dissipated into the night sky of Kinshasa.

After a whole day of searching, the government army found nothing, but there was no trace of me at the various intersections out of the city, so they were convinced that I was still hiding in the city, so they continued to increase their troops and began to investigate from house to house.

As soon as I was packing my things, I heard the roar of military vehicles coming from the street, and the constantly flickering headlights illuminated the intersection.

"What's the matter, I'm still searching in the middle of the night, is there such a big feud?" I muttered, quickly turned around and ran into the back alley, hid in the dark corner, and waited for the military vehicle to drive over, I looked out of the alley, and after making sure that there was no search party around, I rushed out and went straight to the original retreat route.

When I reached the junction out of the city, I saw a line of military vehicles parked on the side of the road, where at least 50 armed government soldiers were guarding the road.

I was looking for a place to infiltrate, but after a circle around the city, there is only this one way out of the city, just when I was about to change places to go out, a parked truck appeared on the side of the road, I turned my head to look at the intersection in the distance, and the corners of my mouth moved with a sneer.

Striding to the side of the truck, seeing that there was no one around, I smashed the window with a wave of my fist, threw the backpack into it first, and then I climbed into the cab through the window, destroyed the ignition switch, pulled out the wires from it and reconnected the car.

It only took a few seconds before and after, and by the time the owner of the car who lived next to me ran out of his house, I was already on my way out of the city.

The government troops blocking the intersection had noticed me, and made a pull over gesture from a distance, I sneered and showed my white teeth, and stepped on the accelerator fiercely with a hideous face, and with the roar of the engine, the car crashed into the government soldiers frantically.