Vol 2 Chapter 77: I am useful

No need to let Zhang Xiaoqiang wait too long, a calm face Yuan Yi strolled back to Zhang Xiaoqiang, ignore the surprise of others, first looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, seeing that he did not change during the time he left, it was silent Standing behind him is not sounding.
Zhang Xiaoqiang received several smug from the eyes of others, and did not ask how Yuan Yi did. He believed that she turned her head and looked at Huang Quan, who stood by her side, and nodded her head.
"All have, enter the position."
Huang Quan screamed, the players and the militiamen took their own guys, and dug the trenches before they entered them, looking at the waves of the lake in the distance.
"Bring up...········"
Three twisted sacks were dragged from the trucks that were parked on one side. When they got closer, the sacks were untied, and the heads of the three nests were unkempt. They were gifts, gifts for the female soldiers’ camp, and a penalty. The tokens, they were all captured that night, were closed for three days in the camp, and hungry for three days. At this moment, they are the scarecrows who attracted the big fish.
The three men were terrified in their eyes, and their faces were stunned. They wanted to twist their necks to see where they were, but they were pressed by the players to the ground and could not move.
"Well, start...·······"
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the three people at the foot and ordered it softly. There was no pity, no joy, no heroic power to take away the lives of others. In his eyes, these three people are not considered to be human beings. Since they are not treated as human beings, naturally Don't show more emotions.
The six players stepped forward to drag the three men who were tied to the lake. The three also saw their place. They knew what it was. They gathered in the place but when someone was caught, the final result was thrown by people. The lake was eaten by the fish.
Their hungry, weak body renewed their strength, struggling desperately, lying on the ground, their feet slamming on the ground, picking up the sand, and the flying yellow dust had not been rolled up in the air. The lake wind blowing in the air dissipated.
The three desperate men struggled on the ground like dead fish. Their struggles fell into the eyes of the frustrated militiamen. When they saw the team's means and decisive, they were like a drum and a heart, like a hail, cold. The liver and intestines, no longer have the previous tension and pulsation, only a piece of solitude.
In a twinkling of an eye, the three were dragged to the lake. One of them was the tallest, the tallest in the body, and the original face was slanted. Now the man with the desolation is dragged to the lake.
The previous struggle exhausted his last strength. He was desperate, letting the team pull him like a soft-faced man, kneeling at the lake, staring down at the clear waves underneath, pure lake water His cheeks, the man looked at his reflection in the water, the man in the water was thin and thin, no longer arrogant and arrogant, must be swelled, his eyes were gray, and the dead gray slowly lighted up in his eyes.
The man has no intention of the big knife that his side players are holding high. He carefully looks at his face. The reflection in the water is him. It is his appearance in this world. It is the appearance of others. He seems to look at his own appearance for the first time in the water. The reflection of him reflected the worst scene of his life, and it was so perfect in his eyes. It was nothing else, but he, he looked at the reflection in the wood, and the sharp knife face flashed in the sunlight. Crossed his eyes.
He flies in the air, like a bird, a headless body squirting a spring to the side of the lake, a player who is taking back the long knife, and two companions who are not far from the ground are falling on him. In the eyes, he didn't take a look. Everything has nothing to do with him. He is flying. He is free. He is a bird. He wants to fly higher, until he is buried by the clear wave.
In the calm lake water ripples rippled, the ripples circled the circle to the distance, a splash of water, the shore of the lake water turned into a blood red, the second round began.
The previous scene fell into the eyes of the second person. He saw the tail from the beginning. The real turn was him. His heart was calm. Although the dirty cloth that had plugged his mouth had been taken away, he did not cry out for wailing or begging for mercy. He cooperated and took the initiative to walk to the lake without pulling. He stumbled on the ground.
The lake has been stained with blood. He can't see his reflection like the first man. He has no regrets. He was swallowed up by the big fish and was relieved. It was a pleasure to have a better choice. He is satisfied, not too greedy, hard-working, survivors who are a gathering place are more bitter and freed.
The human head flew up, the color of the fountain brought a long blood to the farther part of the lake, the head fell into the water, but the body did not fall, still standing, like the last trace of desire in the world. .
The player with the machete on the back wiped the tiny blood beads that had fallen on his face with his sleeves, lifted his foot and smashed the body into the lake, and turned to look at the third man. It was also the thinnest and looked The man with the least courage, the man did not have the calmness of the previous two, lying on the ground and huddled together, under him, a pool of water stains slowly infiltrated into the soil.
"呸·······" The nephew spit a spit and looked at the third person's eyes and contempt. He would not be admired by others, and would not be weak for others.
The footsteps of the hangman strolling, such as a horrible wave hitting the man's heart, the man is not lying on the ground that is wet by his own urine. He seems to be lying on the air compressor, and the screaming frequency has spent the executioner. Eye.
"what!!!!!"
Men can no longer stand the superposition of fear, and struggle on the ground to roll ~EbookFREE.me~ wet soil, urine stains, dry grass roots, and large pieces of dust stained him everywhere,
Wait until the executioner came to the front, watching the guy make himself like this, until he didn't know how to catch him, just look at it and see that he hadn't got his hair in the urine, though it was also dirty and greasy. Greasy astigmatism.
"Ah...··················································································
The man was dragged by the executioner and dragged on the ground. The man ignored the scalp's huge pain, tumbling on the ground, tearing his nose together, and his mouth was still yelling for mercy.
How can the scorpion's heart be as cold as iron? The sullen and sullen drag on him, like a machine, the man’s fear of death exceeded everything. He shook his head and tore the hair caught in the big hand, and he finally struggled.
The executioner only felt light in his hand, and the man broke free from his hand. The only thing still in his hand was a dirty hair. When he saw the man’s five-flowered tied on the ground, he was mad and threw away the dirty hair in his hand. Stepped forward and flew up and kicked on the man's chin.
The man screamed, spit out a blood, blood fell to the ground, mixed with a few teeth, then he was smashed by a scorpion like a ball, the man screamed and was kicked into the side of the lake, at this moment he still does not Give up, like a bucket of shrimp, like a shrimp, want to break free of the rope tied to him, the bark and begging for mercy has never been broken.
The long knife is lifted, the goal is the man's neck, the man's horrified eyes are nothing else, as long as the high-cut broken knife, suddenly, he politely shouted a large paragraph:
"I am useful... I am useful... I will do explosives, I will do explosives...·········