Ma Xingkong felt like his head had been hit hard, and his vision went dark. He didn't know how long it took, but a basin of cold water poured down on his head. Ma Xingkong shuddered, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
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Matsumoto was naked, holding a still dripping cowhide whip in his hand, with a smile on his lips: "Suzuki-kun, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I never thought about such a meeting scene between the two of us. Suzuki
You should know how I handle things, I just want to ask, do you say it or not?"
"Bah!" Ma Xingkong spit out: "Hahahaha..., do you want to know how your brother died? I can't forget the look in his eyes when he was dying, weak and scared.
, there is still reluctance to give up, what a pity!”
"You! You really killed my brother!" Matsumoto raised his whip high and hit Ma Xingkong hard. A bright red blood mark extended from Ma Xingkong's left shoulder to the right side of his abdomen.
"Yeah!" The heartbreaking pain made Ma Xingkong almost faint. He gritted his teeth and groaned with all his strength. The big beads of sweat on his forehead were mixed with the cold water just now, and he didn't know whether it was hot or cold.
The feeling invaded his whole body: "Matsumoto! If I can kill your brother, I can kill you! Just wait! We still have a chance to meet."
"Pa! Pa!..." A series of whips hit Ma Xingkong's body hard. The skin on his chest was covered with holes, and blood flowed down his chest to the waist of his trousers, staining his upper thighs red. Ma Xingkong both
With eyes full of anger, he waited for Matsumoto without saying a word, gritting his teeth.
"Don't tell me!" Matsumoto beat him for a long time, but there was no response at all. He threw down the whip, took out the red-hot iron from the stove, and stretched it out in front of Ma Xingkong: "I'll give you another chance. You are also in the sergeant academy."
As a graduate, you should have seen all kinds of equipment in the torture room. You know very well how powerful this thing is!"
"Zizzi..." Before Ma Xingkong could answer, a smell of barbecue filled the room, and bursts of green smoke curled up. Ma Xingkong felt as if a handful of salt had been sprinkled on the wound on his chest, and his whole body and head began to swell.
Down to the feet, every cell is twisted together, and even the hair is stretched tight on itself.
"Suzuki-kun, how do you feel?" Ma Xingkong was again splashed with cold water and gasped for air. Suzuki looked at him with a soldering iron: "No one has ever gone out of this place. All the people who come in are only
You're on the verge of death, so you don't have to count on anyone to save you. No matter how powerful you are, I'm afraid you won't be able to get in!"
"Where is this?" Ma Xingkong asked weakly.
"Haha!" Matsumoto smiled: "Do you still remember the underground department we went to with Mr. Hashimoto?"
"Isn't it burned somewhere?" Ma Xingkong asked.
Matsumoto shook his head: "You shouldn't say where, you should say here!"
The iron door was opened. Hirohito was wrapped in gauze. He was sitting on a back chair and was carried in by several servants. Why could Ma Xingkong recognize that this person who looked like a rice dumpling was Hirohito? It was because of Hirohito's eyes.
.All members of the Japanese royal family are related by blood. The royal family and several families marry each other. Therefore, many of the Japanese royal family are the product of incest marriages. This is true for Hirohito and his father, Emperor Taisho.
Hirohito's eyes are very special, bulging out like fish. His eyes are more dark than white, and his pupils are brown. They are very different from ordinary people's eyes.
Hashimoto stood beside Hirohito and signaled Matsumoto to leave. Matsumoto nodded and led several of his men out of the house. Hirohito took a long breath: "Ma Xingkong! Ma Xingkong! You Chinese are not afraid of death just like you.
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Ma Xingkong smiled slightly and slowly raised his head: "I dare not say this, but I guarantee that if you Japanese dare to step into China, there will be many people like me who will be your enemies!"
Hirohito also nodded: "I believe this, but you probably can't see it! If you kill my sister, her death will not be in vain!"
"Hahaha..." Ma Xingkong laughed loudly: "Your sister! Now she is your sister. When you married her to a man who has been dead for seven years, did you ever think that she was your sister? I really regret it.
, you should wait a moment, I am confident that I will kill you with one shot!"
"Baga! Why are you talking to His Majesty?" Hashimoto rushed over and struck Ma Xingkong twice on the cheek.
Hirohito said: "It's a pity that you don't have a chance, but your plan this time is quite good. Look at me, I'm already injured. The doctor said it won't get better in a short time! But I'm also very glad that I was injured this time. It's precisely because of this
I was injured for the first time, and you Chinese people gave me an excuse. You should know very well what I am going to do."
"Humph!" Ma Xingkong's eyes widened: "You will definitely regret it!"
"It will be a matter of the future whether I regret it or not. Let's not talk about the future. Let's talk about you first!" Hirohito lowered his head and thought for a while: "I regret agreeing to the imperial sister now. You are too dangerous. I can see it from your eyes.
Come out, if I let you go like this, I will let you go, my biggest enemy!"
"How is Liangzi?" Ma Xingkong said softly.
Hirohito shook his head: "You killed her, why did you ask her? I don't understand why she asked me to let her killer go!"
Ma Xingkong stopped talking. He knew that Liangzi was dead, which was enough. There was another woman's place in his heart. Seeing that Ma Xingkong suddenly stopped talking, Hirohito sighed. For Liangzi, Hirohito also felt guilty.
This is my biological sister, and she died like this. In fact, death is a kind of relief. Living like Liangzi is really not as good as death. I feel sorry for my sister. My sister's only wish must be fulfilled no matter what, so I can atone for it.
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Hirohito called Hashimoto, and Hashimoto hurriedly knelt down. Hirohito said a few words, and Hashimoto nodded. Several people carried Hirohito away, and Ma Xingkong was left alone in the house. The house was roasted by the burning charcoal fire.
It was extremely hot, and the sweat on Ma Xingkong's body mixed with blood dripped to the ground drop by drop.
For a whole night, no one disturbed him. Until dawn, three men in black suddenly broke into the house. Ma Xingkong was stunned: Could this be the way the Japanese executed themselves?
Before Ma Xingkong could speak, a man in black pulled out a sword and cut off the rope on Ma Xingkong. The other took out a sack and wrapped Ma Xingkong in one fell swoop. He bent over and picked up Ma Xingkong. In less than ten seconds, he was dead.
They rushed out of the house again. The three of them were skilled in their movements and had a tacit understanding of their cooperation. You could tell that they were experts.
"Uh...!" The gentle siren sounded like these men in black, without any warning. Groups of Japanese soldiers rushed out of their positions with shouts and approached. Three
The men in black didn't stop at all. One person opened the way in front, and the other blocked the way behind. They turned around and walked swiftly in this underground maze.