looked at Sasaki who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction with fate, but he had no choice but to accept the unjust arrangement of fate. It was an extremely contradictory two forces intertwined, whipping Sasaki's body much smaller than before.

Nighthawk suddenly felt that the person in front of him had a feeling of being at the end of his rope. I couldn't get the knife in my hand.

"Do it, great warrior, I beg you to do it, don't torture me, give me a happy death, so that I can die like a true samurai."

When he said this, he actually cried bitterly, probably because he felt that he had never been able to live like a real samurai in his life, and the martial arts he had practiced all his life were so vulnerable in front of the tall man in front of him, it was like a child's trick.

Since you can't be a living samurai, let yourself be a dead samurai, so that at least your original dream will come true.

Suddenly, Nighthawk looked back alertly, and the door suddenly opened, and the face of a childish child came out of the dark room, and his eyes widened as he saw the scene in front of him, and he stood there for a moment.

Yaksha moved quickly, ran over and picked up the child, closed the door and walked back.

"Is this your child?" Nighthawk asked.

"Yes, my son, the sustenance of my life, his name is Shintaro." For the first time, Sasaki's eyes showed horror and longing for life, and he almost fell to the ground, answering Nighthawk's words with a humble expression.

Nighthawk nodded, looked at poor Sasaki, and said unbearably, "Don't worry, we are not professional killers, nor are we sick devils, we will not kill your son, but let him disappear for two days, and his whereabouts cannot be exposed." "Thank you so much, thank you so much." Sasaki exchanged tears and kept kowtowing to Nighthawk.

After thanking him, Sasaki sat down on his knees, raised his head again, and said to his son, "Taro, live well, may your father's blood bring you a bright future." With that, Nighthawk's face unfolded with what Nighthawk seemed to be the most loving smile in the world.

This reminded him once again of his father, who had passed away for many years, at that time, his father was also so kind and gentle to him, but ......

Nighthawk waved at Yaksha and asked him to take the child out, and he was sorry that he had to bring such a cruel reality into the child's young mind.

He didn't want his children to see his father fall at his feet, it would be a lifelong wound, that kind of wound, which could not be healed, could only accompany him for the rest of his life, pain, struggle, nightmares, like a curse, never to be transcendent.

If it weren't for the mission that made him have to, he really wanted to let go of the father and son in front of him, let them run as far as they wanted, and never come back. Maybe he really could.

He turned his head to look at the team members around him, they were also in pain, how could they have encountered the tragedy in this world.

Nighthawk turned his head, thought hard for a long time, and finally said to Sasaki, "Actually, you can take your son away, go far, leave this chaotic place, and you can start living again." Sasaki raised up and looked at Nighthawk in surprise, he couldn't imagine that such a killer could have such compassion and be able to say such warm and touching words, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, and then it dimmed again.

"You can't escape, the best fate for a failed samurai is to die bravely, you are a good person, but you don't understand our samurai, let alone my story. Come on. With that, he tore open his shirt with both hands, revealing his dark chest.

"Just let me die a glorious death, I just hope you can take care of my son, I die without regrets." Looking at his resolute expression, Nighthawk didn't hesitate, closed his eyes, picked up Sasaki's bushido, and stabbed Sasaki's chest like lightning, he didn't want to give him more pain.

Without struggle, without pleading, Sasaki just fell down quietly.

If the black bear was here at the moment, he would be shocked to find that Sasaki's face was the same as Kato's dying face, with a relieved smile.

What made them like this, is it really the spirit of bushido? Nighthawk was a little incomprehensible, what kind of spiritual belief it would take to make such a wonderful person look at death.

The knife was drawn, and the blood did not stop because of the death of the master, and as the blade of the knife poured out, staining most of the floor in front of Sasaki, and also splashing the mind of the dazed Nighthawk.

Nighthawk wiped the blood with Sasaki's clothes, and just wanted to go back and call the monkey to clean up the corpse.

Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed in the room, and the immature child, somehow returned, slammed down on Sasaki's corpse and cried bitterly.

He cried so sadly and desperately, as if all his qiē had been wiped out with his father's dying body, and there was no reason or value for his qiē.

Let the murderer of Nighthawk be at a loss, I wish I had a hole in the ground now, and never see the hateful eyes of the sad child in front of me again, for a moment, it is all torture for myself.

The child slowly raised his head, and looked at the people in front of him with hatred in his sparking eyes, these people killed his father.

He could only sweep fiercely, but he couldn't do anything about it, he hung his head weakly, looking at his father who was lying in a pool of blood, tears like beads with broken threads, involuntarily dripping down.

Yaksha walked up to him, stroked his head, and tried to find the words to say to him, "Son, go, live well for your father." "yes, live well." Nighthawk muttered as well.

Yaksha pulled up the child, who was still crying. Drag him out the door.

As he walked past Nighthawk, the poor child suddenly reached out and grabbed the knife in Nighthawk's hand, snatched it into his own hand with all his might, and immediately swung it at Nighthawk.

Nighthawk didn't want to hurt him, so he flickered from side to side, trying to avoid direct contact with the child, and he promised Sasaki that he would let his child live.

After waving it several times, Shintaro gasped for breath, and he had no strength.

The huge blow of losing his father had drained almost all of his physical energy, and after a few hard swings of the knife, the last bit of strength was also taken away.

He was on a knife, bracing his body, his lungs continuing to heave, gasping heavily, his eyes fixed on Nighthawk, he knew that this man had killed his father.

Nighthawk looked at him with pity and said, "Enough, put down the knife, as your father said, I will send you to a safe place, live well, live well for him." After listening to Nighthawk's words, Shintaro began to cry and looked at his father in a pool of blood in despair.

Everyone looked at him, looking at this child who witnessed the destruction of his family, how should he live a good life from now on.

Suddenly, Shintaro stopped crying and unexpectedly suddenly pointed a knife at his stomach.

Just when everyone's mouth opened wide in shock, not knowing what was happening, Shintaro said loudly with a smile:

"Sasaki's son will not live with the enemy, and his greatest victory is to go with his father, so that you murderers will never succeed." After saying that, he smiled, and took one last look at his father.

"Snort", Shintaro trembled, and after twisting his body a few times, he collapsed beside his father, with a katana stuck in his body that absolutely did not match his body.

Because the blade was too long and his strength was small, although the knife passed through his body, there was still a long section left outside his body. But he seemed to forget the pain, grabbed his father's hand, smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

Everyone was shocked, what kind of person is this, father and son are like this, the father is willing to die for the sake of his son, and the son abandons the precious life that everyone pursues in order to follow his father.

Nighthawk stood in front of their corpses, one moment he had promised Sasaki to protect his son's life, and the next moment Shintaro was dead.

It reminded him of Doro, and once upon a time, didn't he also promise to keep him safe. At this time, he suddenly felt that his promise was so worthless. Between life and death, it's a joke.

He shook his head vigorously, is this qiē right or wrong, for the safety of the motherland and the happiness of the people, he can perform any task without hesitation, even if he abandons a qiē and walks in the boundless gate of hell, he will also smile at Jiuquan.

But the death of the father and son in front of him has plunged him into chaos, is it really necessary to exchange countless innocent lives for peace, how cruel and ruthless it is, who caused this qiē.

If there really is that invisible murderer, Nighthawk will immediately tear him to pieces and then chop him to pieces. Let such people, if they can still be called human things, completely disappear from this world.

The Nighthawk at this time was in pain, and every member of the team was in pain.

Picking up the child's body, Nighthawk wept, weeping for the child's early death and his own cruelty, and for the price he paid for the faith he was chasing.

If this qiē is predestined, can you let yourself be punished after the doomed and free yourself from the devil that is gradually appearing in your heart?

No one spoke, Nighthawk picked up the child's corpse, Yaksha lifted Sasaki's corpse, and in the end, they were ruthlessly abandoned in the trunk of the car.

The moment the car door was closed, it was forever cut off from the world, and the last bit of contact with the world was also under the rag of the monkey and Mengfei, turning into a pool of thick blood water, and with the press of the toilet button, it disappeared forever into the underground sewer.

After cleaning, Nighthawk didn't want to stay in this place for long, and even he felt that this place was very terrifying, which made him cold and straight.

No one in the car spoke, and no one wanted to speak, everyone had a tacit understanding to remain silent, pretending that what had just happened had not happened. But the strong smell of blood behind the car reminded them all the time that this qiē was caused by their own hands.

Back at the hotel, the car was still in the underground garage, parked next to the car where Kato's body was placed, and several people stood silently behind the car for a long time.

Nighthawk waved his hand, and with endless chagrin, left the place where they had made a mistake.

opened the door and entered the house, and the group sat on the sofa with expressionless faces. The thorn and the black bear looked at them strangely, and since they entered, they had a bitter face and a look of discouragement.

The black bear asked Nighthawk with a concerned face, "Captain, isn't the mission completed?" Did you run away for each other? Nighthawk nodded, shook his head, raised his eyes, which were already a little confused, looked at the black bear, and said in a low voice, "It's done, but it's better than it wasn't done." What the hell did we do? The military thorn and the black bear looked at them inexplicably, I don't know what happened to these people, but listening to Nighthawk's words, it should have completed the task, but how can I still have this expression after completing the task.

They shook their heads, intending to ask someone more, but suddenly found that everyone's expressions were the same as those of Nighthawk.

It took a long time, and he didn't ask a word, and suddenly, Nighthawk stood up, walked silently to the room, and after falling on the bed, he fell into a deep sleep, he was too tired.

This night, no one spoke, everyone slept very deeply, only the black bear and the military thorn, looking at this group of people who seemed to have lost their souls worriedly, praying for them and blessings.