The dagger inserted into the lower abdomen was rotated left and right like a screwdriver, back and forth.
The female prisoner was so painful that she almost fainted. She was tied to the execution frame and could not move. However, the executioner, who stabbed the sharp knife in his lower abdomen and twisted it back and forth repeatedly, was still enjoying himself.
"Otherwise, I have to thank you Russian women. Without you, I wouldn't be able to enjoy every bit of happiness I have found from the Russians so far, including of course the fun from you."
puff--
The dagger that was stabbed into the lower abdomen and twisted back and forth countless times was instantly pulled out. The ceremonial dagger that was originally the same as an exquisite handicraft was now completely soaked in blood. The whole body was completely soaked in blood, truly revealing the
The essence of evil beneath the engraved logo.
"You said your comrades are coming to rescue you? Very good!"
He grabbed the female prisoner's hair and lifted it up. It didn't feel like he was treating a fellow human being, but more like he was abusing a dog or crushing an insect to death.
"Then they must be the best among you, right? Huh?"
"To be honest, I tried to anger the person who I think is the most interesting, you Russian men. I am looking forward to what methods he can use to deal with me. Why don't we look forward to it together? If he is really willing to save you,
Then maybe I won’t need you and just let you go. Isn’t this something worth looking forward to?”
The Red Army female prisoner whose hair was pulled had no strength to say anything more. Her breath was so breathless that even people doubted whether she would not be able to hold on and die in the next second. But those eyes were burning with anger and
The eyes of hatred were still opened as wide as possible, staring at the enemy in front of him, and then blurted out a mouthful of splatter mixed with blood and saliva.
Pooh!
"Um--"
The executioner who truly and clearly felt this "response" on his face was not angry or cursed. The expression of satisfaction and joy on his face had nothing to do with the behavior that a normal human being should have.
"Look forward to it, I have prepared a very interesting game for you, and the ending moment in the script will be quite exciting, eh?"
He released his right hand that was holding his hair, turned the blood-stained murder dagger in his hand, and easily shook off most of the blood droplets on it. Finally, he shot with a crisp flying knife, killing him on the spot.
Shot on target.
However, the final target was not the tortured prisoner of the Red Army female pilot, but the body of another male pilot who had died of exhaustion and was tied to another execution rack behind her.
The flying knife that came towards me was impartial and powerful. It accurately penetrated the body's forehead, broke through the defense with its sharp tip, and inserted directly into the head of the body, like a wedge being driven directly in.
Same.
"She is still alive and useful. She won't die anytime soon."
"Treat her wounds. This is a key prop before our final chapter. We can't scrap it before the start."
Following the executioner's order, two tall SS infantrymen, who looked like they were armed, immediately strode forward. Each stretched out their arms and untied the straps on the execution frame.
He let the man go.
Then, like dragging a dog to death, he dragged this "prop" that had been tortured but could not die.
"That's why you asked me here? How can I kill someone just to watch you perform?"
"Oh, how can that be called killing? It's not considered killing until the person is dead. At most, it's just looking for fun. I asked my comrades to share the happiness. Isn't that a matter of course?"
"."
Squinting his eyes slightly as if looking at a "familiar alien monster", Wittmann was speechless and in a complicated mood. He didn't know what to say, but the executioner who didn't care about the blood on his hands had no intention of letting it go.
Shut up.
"Look, there are so many "interesting things" in Moabit Prison in Berlin. If the Russians just let the Russians take these things back, wouldn't it be a loss? It would also be a lot less fun."
Facing this humanoid creature in front of him that could no longer be called a "human", Wittmann, who was used to seeing life and death killed, but still couldn't bear it, couldn't help gritting his teeth and speaking slowly, word by word.
".You are a complete fucking lunatic, Carl Heisenberg!"
"You were a complete bastard when you were on the Western Front, but at that time you were at least a little bit relatable. And now, look at your current virtue! If it weren't for the skin standing in front of me, I still feel familiar.
If you can still recognize it, I will definitely take out my gun and kill this devil who climbed up from hell to cause harm to the world!"
"Oh? Really? If that's true, then... thank you for the compliment~"
The executioner with a playful and smiling face is not angry but happy. What is shown under his speechless facial expression is the purest and original desire from the heart without any concealment or reservation.
"Finally the moment has come, the moment I have dreamed of, almost without any restraints."
"Why have I only heard about military laws and regulations, which were repeated over and over again by certain people, but I haven't heard about the benefits of killing people?"
"All those pedantic and stupid things have become a thing of the past. It is true that I like killing people, and it has nothing to do with personal grudges or Ling Ran's righteousness. There is no reason why I like it or not. But what can I do?"
"Killing, survival, being killed and turned into fallen corpses, this is the only truth of the land below you and me. As long as we stand here, we will be inspired by this law and be forced to abide by it, bathing in its glory.
Down."
"Everything related to killing is just a simple bonus."
"I choose to enjoy all this and feel my truest self."
"What about you? How do you choose? Wittmann. Why do you have to be pedantic and unable to change yourself as time goes by and the environment changes? You and I both understand the survival of the fittest. This is the survival of all creatures living on the earth.
There is an immutable law that no one can escape, not even a guy like you."
"."
There was indeed a moment when he wanted to pull out a gun, but in the end it was limited to "having such an idea". Wittmann did not take any actual action, and all he left behind was just a word of listening.
It looks pale and feeble, and it is even more devoid of any empty words that can be called emotions.
".Do whatever you want. I just hope you don't regret it when you die in the hands of the Russians."
Looking at Wittmann's back who had gone downstairs, Heisenberg, whose fingertips were still bleeding, just continued to smile coldly.
"We are all the same. I hope you won't regret it then, my friend."