The nurse stumbled again from the impatient thrust behind her shoulder, and fell hard down the hallway, beside an unclosed door that was open and cracked, like a white wither.

The faint scent of medicine wafted from the dark cracks between the door and the side wall, diluting the blood on the nurse's face, and she slowly lifted her desperate face, realizing that this was the pharmacy where she worked, realizing how much she was attached to the smell, trying to look one last time into the narrow darkness in front of her, but she could not see everything behind the darkness, not even the rows of silhouettes.

Until her sluggish gaze slowly raised, she saw half of her face in the narrow darkness, cold, numb, a narrow patch illuminated only by the dark light that penetrated the narrow door, the colorless corners of the mouth, the reflective nose line, the eyebrows and eyes that were pitch black behind the brim of the hat, as if the only flawed pattern floating in the endless darkness, was coldly watching everything beyond the darkness.

She felt familiar, but she didn't dare to think that he was a hero who had always existed in hell, a loyalist who had always fought against those executioners. So she didn't dare to speak, she didn't dare to pray, she only hoped that he would continue to exist in the darkness and continue to fight.

The impatient executioner kicked her hard in the back, warning her that she had to get up and walk again.

In the midst of the pain, at the feet of the executioner, she gathered all the courage that was still there, turned into a pale smile, as a blessing, offered to the darkness, and then tried to distance herself, facing the dark and cold corridor again, struggling, and continued to stumble, white shoes, and the footprints after each step were dark blood.

She didn't know how delicate her pale smile was.

She didn't know how precious a smile in hell was.

She didn't know how ridiculous it was to be blessed by the dead.

Unbeknownst to her, her allegiants were both killers and executioners, but she blessed them with blood.

Unbeknownst to her, her white shoes were still moving towards death, and the darkness by the door behind her was silently expanding, and the darkness was being released.

The sound of detonation resounded through the dark corridor in succession, and the bullets seemed to be particularly fond of this environment, impacting with impunity, splashing, bounceing again, and crashing hard and crisp as they fell, still intoxicated by the gore that had swept through.

"He's in the pharmacy!"

The screams echoed through all the connected corridors, summoning all the Zhong Kui masks that were blocking the corridors, and the blood floated in the shadows.

She didn't believe that she had been pulled behind the collar and dragged backwards violently, and the executioner who had been behind her was already lying on the cold ground, twitching and flowing, making the last gurgling breaths, tripping over her dragged backwards foot, hanging up a white shoe, and the white socks were immediately soaked in dark blood.

She was violently thrown into the pharmacy door she had just passed, and the big hand behind the collar was loosened, and she continued to slide on the cold ground after falling by inertia, until she hit the cabinet in the dark, and in the sparse tipping and falling, a violent detonation shot sounded again outside the door, and the bullets staggered and whistled in the corridor outside the door, and then the dark back retreated sharply, accompanied by a heavy sound of the door closing, and the space was immediately dark.

"Don't stand up!"

The loyalist spoke, in a low, cold, emotionless voice, which was heard clearly in the darkness, but in her mind it was a shock, and the voice seemed to have been heard, heard deeply.

The sound of detonation and shooting suddenly rang out violently outside the door, and the weak point of the wooden door quickly flashed a faint light, more and more and brighter, the sound of penetration, the sound of the medicine bottle being smashed, everywhere. The dark space suddenly began to glow white, and he began to shoot wildly at the door that was being shot, the bullet holes in the door doubled, and the bullets rushed against each other, raging through the door in both directions, or penetrating or embedding, only to tear each other apart.

She didn't seem to hear it, and every moment when the fireworks flickered made her see the cold and numb face more clearly, completely awakening her terrifying memories of the past. He is not a loyalist at all, he is also a killer, a executioner, and his position with her is like the black in him and the white in her.

Is this the punishment of hell, and why should the killer and the executioner fight for death?

"Go inside!"

Now she didn't know what to call him, and she was lost, thinking that those who walked into the grave would be more awake, but everyone in the grave was more lost. She pushed through the clutter and crawled to the compartment inside.

Boom - the shockwave exploded, and the already indestructible door was instantly shattered by the grenade, and it was finally able to bathe in a dark light. He staggered to his feet, pushing down every row of shelves in the room, and after the rumbling sound of collapse and falling bottles and cans, the space in the pharmacy seemed like a dark ruin, at least the grenades could not roll freely, and it was difficult to determine the muzzle of the gun hiding in the mess.

Outside the door, several Zhong Kui leaned against the wall on the left and right, and began to change magazines. They had never encountered such a stubborn and calm opponent, except for the devils, and for the first time there were traitors who made them so nervous that the bullets fell during the reload.

The leader of Zhong Kui appeared in the corridor, carrying a gun at random, and strolled over. All the masks under the shadows turned, waiting for the killing order.

"Can you fight like this when you are a traitor? You have made me have a long experience! I will come out and leave you with your whole body. ”

Quiescence.

"We will live forever in the fire, and you, Hell, do not deserve to go into. ”

Still silent.

Leader Zhong Kui didn't get an answer, so he nodded to the masks.

At the end of the hallway, a watchman suddenly shouted, "Someone's coming! ”

......

No one expected that Maeda, the commander of the gendarmerie, would compromise and agree to the Einsatzgruppen's request.

However, the situation has not changed significantly, because the first request of the Einsatzgruppen is to get their captain, which is the purpose of their mission, but the captain is still strangled by Li Youcai, he does not surrender, or dies.

A detective team member was ordered to be a messenger without entering the hospital, but just went to the window of Li Youcai's ward and announced Captain Maeda's order to Li Youcai, ordering him to release the hostages and hand them over to the Einsatzgruppen.

Li Youcai didn't expect Maeda to compromise, but he was not surprised by Maeda's order, at the critical moment, there was no reason why his dog would not become an outcast, and he never expected the dog to be respected. After despair, the news of despair didn't hit him too hard at the moment.

"Deputy Team Li, this ...... I've said everything I need to say, see if it's ......"

"I am your ancestor!" the pale and tired behind the sunglasses were full of unwillingness: "I will not let go of my life! I'm a traitor, he hoes and rapes, and he just dies!"

The leader of Zhong Kui in the corridor spoke at the right time: "You let him go, we agree to spare your life." ”

"Do you believe it yourself?"

"Don't you want to die? This is your only chance!"

"It's because Lao Tzu doesn't want to die, so he expects everyone to die together! Whether it's a human being a ghost or a dog, it's only fair that death looks the same!"

The voice in the corridor disappeared, and Zhong Kui stopped talking. The messenger outside the window sighed helplessly: "Deputy Team Li, calm down, this matter ...... I can't help you. You take a closer look, now the muzzle of the imperial army ...... You take care. ”

The messenger left the window and left, Li Youcai stared out the window blankly, only then did he notice the pointing of the muzzle of the gun, and his gaze could directly meet the muzzle of the gun, and the sight of the shooter who was aiming at him.

Cold, everything is cold, disobedience can't save his own dog's life, at this moment, he finally laughed, like the release of all despair, and like the relief of all pain. If you lose, even the last chip in your hand can become a reason for losing, and you will not be able to live forever, which is an unsurpassable achievement for gamblers!

The voice in the corridor came again: "The surname Li, if you rub it off, your dog master will do it for me." Hehe...... Why do I suddenly think that you should treat me as a benefactor? Why do I suddenly think that being a dog is quite pitiful?"

The dog traitor continued to laugh, silently, and he removed the muzzle of the gun that was placed behind the hostage's head, and instead concealed it against the back of the hostage's heart, and pressed it very tightly, as if he wanted to pierce the muzzle of the gun like the tip of a knife. Said to himself: "I, Li Youcai, never pay my bills, and I am willing to gamble and lose." Really, I didn't...... Rely on posting. It's the last game, what I want to do...... Just swallow my last chip, you'll have to cut my belly open to get him. I'm sorry!"

The audience in the corridor didn't understand what the traitor was talking about, and they didn't realize at all that the traitor was going to end up tearing up the ticket.

The trigger began to accept the pressure, ready to fire at any moment, and suddenly another voice said: "You don't have to be like this, I can spare you from death." ”

That voice came from a hostage in front of the traitor's gun!

......