Mirlo kept swallowing his throat, he subconsciously sat up straight, and resignedly: "I agree with this, but you have just checked my goods, and my caravan is very innocent. ”

Chino got up, walked behind Mirlo, put his arm around his shoulder, and said with a kind of guidance in his voice: "In this way, let's abandon our identities for the time being, pretend to be smugglers, and then think about how we want to avoid the inspection from this point of view." ”

"Ready? Three, two, one... Begin. Chino said slowly, "Now, I'm a dealer who does illegal smuggling. I've come to a border crossing, let's say it's the town of Shirin, and the stupid civil magistrate here has brought someone over to inspect my goods, how will he check? ”

"According to security training, this idiot will break through the cargo sampling inspection, take off the clothes of the caravan members, see if there is anything hidden in the pocket or on the body, and check if there are compartments in the transport vehicle. If you are a little more vigilant, you will think about the possibility of soaking food and shipping cloth in water and draining salt... He will check how he teaches public security training. ”

"But as a smuggler, I must have well-informed channels and a very good understanding of the security training at the gates. Now that I already knew he was going to inspect like this, how could he possibly hide things in these places? Chino leaned over, his amber eyes looking at the side of Mirlo's face, and saw the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

Chino sat back in his seat, as if he were catching up with an old friend: "After talking about smugglers, let's talk about Dogurland." Do you know the code on smuggling? ”

Millo's chick nodded as if pecking rice.

Chino: "Tell me about it. ”

Mirlo's eyes were a little wandering, he subconsciously wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and muttered: "According to the Doguland Anti-Smuggling Regulations, smugglers will have all their illegal gains and family property confiscated, and will be sent to the border mining area to serve as hard labor, with a sentence of 10 years. Anyone who smuggles controlled articles for military purposes shall be immediately put to death, and his family members shall be seated together..."

Chino nodded and sighed, "Don't you think it's barbaric?" Even if the offender is executed, it is unreasonable to ask the family to sit together and implicate the innocent. But it can't be helped, the code is the code, you can question it as unreasonable, but you must obey it and be in awe of it. Only by abiding by the law and enforcing it without discrimination can such a code be effective. ”

This remark put a lot of psychological pressure on Mirlo, especially when Chino asked him to recite the punishment for smuggling, which was even more stressful. For a while, he only felt that his body was hot and cold, and his heart rate was constantly rising.

Suddenly, Chino's words changed: "Do you love your son?" ”

"Love..."

"I think so, too. He was born an intellectually disabled cursed child, and you did not abandon him, but still loved and cared for him, which is a great father's love. So, whether as your friend or as a civil magistrate, it would be a pity if I had to execute a great father. ”

The muscles on Mirlo's face twitched, and he only felt that the amber eyes were as hot as a soldering iron, his gaze drifted to the left and right, and his lips kept trembling: "Put... Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything like that... No, it won't... It won't..."

Chino looked down, looked at Mirlo's fat belly, and changed his words again: "Have you ever been hungry?" ”

Mirlo didn't dare to look at Chino and shook his head tremblingly.

"Look at your belly, it really doesn't look like you've been hungry." Chino looked at Mirlo's forehead, beads of sweat dripping down his cheeks, and smiled, "I can tell you that hunger can bring terrible mania, and the slightest mood swing can trigger a breakdown. When you're hungry to a certain point, you don't care what kind of food it is, or if it's clean, or even if it's food or human flesh... It doesn't matter anymore, you just want to live. ”

"Everybody says money drives people crazy. So I believe that the desire for money is as unbearable as hunger. And when a person is in a crazy mood, he can eat anything, anything. ”

The blood on Mirlo's face disappeared in an instant, his vision was blurred, and the Chino in front of him was distorted into afterimages, and when he came back to his senses, his clothes were wet with cold sweat, and they were as sticky as pulp.

Without warning, the smile on Chino's face vanished, like a circus clown removing his mask and announcing the final chapter of the play: "You're smuggling salt crystals, aren't you?" ”

Mirlo only felt that his spine was pulled out, and the whole person collapsed on the seat, his upper and lower teeth kept fighting, his eyes were out of focus, tears flowed out uncontrollably, and he muttered: "Yes..."

Chino pointed to his stomach.

Mirlo wept and nodded helplessly.

Chino finished drinking the water, packed up the cup, handed Mirlo a tissue, and showed his usual smile on his face: "Since your guards are many, in order to prevent accidents, I hope you can cooperate with me in a play." When it is done, I promise you that I will not kill you and your son. ”

...

The hot and dry climate was irritating, and the caravan guards and soldiers were waiting impatiently.

Three minutes later, Chino and Millo finally came out and the two shook hands again.

Chino sighed, "It's a shame to say goodbye to you, my friend. ”

Mirlo bowed, looking respectful, "I will miss you, Your Excellency. ”

The two walked to the wagon.

As he passed by Paladin, Chino bumped into him, intentionally or unintentionally.

Paladin was just about to curse a few words, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by Chino's back...

Chino hid one hand behind his back and gestured.

Suddenly, Paladin's pupils dilated violently, and Chino made a military gesture, which means: the crossbowman is in position.

Immediately afterward, Chino's gesture changed and he conveyed the second command: Kill.

Paladin looked at Chino in astonishment, who turned his face sideways, his amber pupils filling with a smile.

Paladin's face was gloomy and he quietly retreated into the camp.

In a short time, the crossbowmen were already lurking high in position, like hunters in the shadows.

Chino walked over to the wagon and looked at the 14 caravan guards.

Millo gave the order: "Lined up, let us say goodbye to the Civil Officer." ”

Millo was sweating profusely from his forehead, but the guards thought he was just too hot and didn't say much, forming a line to face Chino.

"Allow me to thank you all the way to Mirlo. So—" Chino leaned over and smirked, "farewell." ”

"Woohoo Woo The sound of crossbow arrows piercing through the air shot over the hunched Chino.

The caravan guards lined up were completely live targets, and they were shot like hedgehogs in an instant.

Ten of them were pierced through the heart or throat and killed instantly, and four were more likely to die without the crossbow penetrating the vital point.

After the initial pause, their eyes widened, and they struggled to draw the long knife at their waists, and roared, "We have been exposed!! ”

They know that they are surrounded by crossbowmen and it is difficult to fly with wings, but they also have to fight before they die, killing one without losing money, and earning two with blood!

"Kill this dog!!" They rushed at Chino in a rain of arrows, and three of them were shot dead in the middle of the process, and finally the man slashed his blade at Chino's neck with all his might.

The caravan guards were as strong as giant bears, with arrows stuck all over their bodies, and their blood-stained hideous faces were quite terrifying.

And Chino's figure is delicate, with a soft and weak appearance, it is difficult not to suspect that once he is close to the guard, his head will fall to the ground in the blink of an eye.

However, the next scene shattered everyone's cognition.

In the face of the attacking blade, Chino did not retreat but advanced, his body turned into a distorted afterimage, accurately grabbed the wrist of the caravan guard, and a terrifying force that was completely unequal to Xiuqi's type burst out, smashing it directly to the ground, stepping on his face and stepping on the side of the carriage.

In the next moment, Chino had already grasped the knife in the caravan guard's hand, twisted his head, and stabbed him in the cheek.

"Ding!" The knife was too fast, directly piercing the left and right cheeks of the caravan guards, nailing it to the carriage, and the blade swayed, but it did not hurt the tongue or teeth in the slightest.

All this happened only in the gap between his head being turned and his mouth slightly opened, like an infinitely precise machine.

A crisp and pleasant voice sounded in his ears, in sharp contrast to the sharp pain in his cheeks: "Who do you think you are talking to?" ”