"He's saying, 'Mom, save me, don't kill me, don't kill me!'" The voice came from behind Zhang Lei again. Of course, his translation for Zhang Lei wasn't well-intentioned; he was trying to increase Zhang Lei's psychological pressure.
In their hopes, Zhang Lei would ideally turn around and run away crying, shouting, "I don't want to, I don't want to!" or he could pretend to be indifferent and leave. At least these old hands wouldn't be fooled by his feigned indifference; they would laugh at him for it.
"Oh!" Zhang Lei dodged the splash of water kicked up by the two legs, and in a flash, Zhang Lei was already behind the little boy. Zhang Lei was not one of the "North American Uncles Love Little Boys Association". At this time, he himself had only recently escaped the situation of being a little boy. If they had left a pretty little girl, Zhang Lei might have felt a little reluctant. As for this?
"Is this how you usually do it?" Zhang Lei held the boy's head up and down with both hands, and gently twisted it.
Perhaps because it was his first time killing someone like this, Zhang Lei didn't control his strength well. The little boy's head was completely twisted 180 degrees, his eyes bulging out and facing Zhang Lei. His face was filled with fear and disbelief. Perhaps he himself felt that such an innocent and lovely child shouldn't end his life like this.
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Going out to play, will update a chapter soon.
Episode 3: The Bloody Path to Adulthood, Chapter 46: The Siege (Part 2)
Zhang Lei covered his eyes from top to bottom, feeling a strange sense of panic. Perhaps it was because he had never been so close to the eyes of the person he had killed before.
Although Zhang Lei walked out as if nothing had happened, he knew that even after he got into the car, those bulging, dead-fish-like eyes seemed to still be lingering in front of him.
"Take my life? Damn it! I'm not afraid of the living, why would I be afraid of the dead? If they appear in front of me again, I'll kill them all again!" Zhang Lei kept muttering to himself.
The veterans looked at Zhang Lei and exchanged smug glances. They had almost been fooled by him in the basement earlier. Judging from his distracted state, the kid had simply put off his fear until he actually attacked. But to be honest, it was already quite good. Not to mention a kid like him, even they themselves might not have done better during their first similar training session.
They naturally had no idea what Zhang Lei was thinking, but what he was muttering was indeed largely to bolster his courage, though this courage also revealed a hint of ferocity.
Some things are like a door. Once that door is opened, what comes out may be regret, helplessness, indifference, or, like Zhang Lei now, an uncontrollable situation.
"Zhang Lei, Zhang Lei!" Linghu shook Zhang Lei with some concern.
"Huh? Oh! What's wrong?!" Zhang Lei opened his eyes. For some reason, he always looked at people as if he were looking through a light red lens, and everyone seemed a little blood-red.
"Are you alright?" Linghu didn't know how to comfort Zhang Lei. He had never experienced anything like this before. Killing enemies in battle was unavoidable, but killing an innocent little boy to silence him was something even he had never done. Linghu glared hatefully at the Silver Sword team members who had gone down with him. Even if he was stupid, he knew what was going on, but he just couldn't do anything about it.
"It's alright. Since it's about silencing them, of course we have to kill them completely. There's no reason to leave a child alive. Children have mouths too!" Zhang Lei tried to comfort him. However, this eliminated the feeling of regret, excitement, and indescribable emotions he had just experienced. Instead, Zhang Lei felt a little regretful.
"You're fine, but your eyes are bloodshot. Why don't you take a nap?" Tianxiao naturally leaned her head on Zhang Lei's shoulder. No one thought there was anything wrong with it, as if Tianxiao's head was meant to be on Zhang Lei's shoulder, or that it was her natural support.
Just then, Liu Yun, who was in front, turned around and said, "There's been a car accident up ahead, and the whole road seems to be blocked. What should we do?"
Traffic jams are a headache enough on ordinary days. According to statistics, at least one percent of heart disease cases occur during traffic jams. Now, it's naturally even more of a headache.
They must quickly move a certain distance beyond the usual search area. This time, the Japanese will definitely have special search personnel. If they don't get beyond the normal range of their abilities, it could be very dangerous.
This is a long, straight stretch of road. Turning around is definitely out of the question. The only way forward is to get through here as quickly as possible.
As they were talking, the RV was already stuck in the road, and the two vehicles involved in the accident were still stuck in the middle of the road. The drivers on both sides were pushing and shoving each other, and several people, whether they were passengers or drivers from behind, were also chiming in. It seemed that they had no chance of resolving the situation before the police arrived.
One of Silver Sword's men had already gone down to negotiate with them, hoping they would make way for them. But everyone knew that in this situation, no amount of sweet talk would work. Zhang Lei felt angry just looking at that guy bowing and scraping like a Japanese.
There weren't many vehicles on this road, and it wasn't a peak time for traffic, so neither side of the drivers seemed worried about incurring public wrath. It was the vehicles stuck in the traffic jam ahead that looked more like...
"Hey, get out of my way, how do you say that in Japanese!" Zhang Lei tugged at a Silver Sword team member sitting next to him.
Zhang Lei stuck his head out of the car window and, mimicking his words like a parrot, shouted out, "You guys, get out of my way!"
Just like a foreigner learning Chinese for the first time, he may think he speaks very standardly and others may not be able to tell the difference, but to a native Chinese speaker, it is immediately obvious that it is a foreigner's voice.
Zhang Lei's words had the same effect on the arguing Japanese people; they could immediately tell he sounded foreign, and not only that, they could immediately tell he was Chinese. This wasn't surprising; just as we can tell the difference between a Korean and a Japanese person speaking Chinese.
"You Chinese pig, this is our Great Japanese Empire, not your China! Go back to your mother's womb!" There was a Japanese person there who could speak Chinese, and he spoke it much better than Zhang Lei.
Zhang Lei's face immediately fell. He pushed his hands out of the car window and jumped out. The two people next to him tried to pull him away, but he shook them off and they couldn't stop him.
At this moment, the Japanese man was still translating the words he had just spoken to the people next to him in Japanese. The people next to him clearly appreciated his act of bringing glory to the country and burst into laughter. The two drivers who were arguing were also attracted by him and temporarily put aside their argument. An old man patted him on the shoulder, looking very approving.
Kameda was very proud, and the praise from his superiors made him feel it was all worthwhile. He had a strong interest in China since childhood and longed to eat Chinese apples, so he specifically chose to study Chinese and did quite well. Later, he successfully landed his current job thanks to his Chinese skills, as many Japanese companies need to do business with Chinese companies.
Although his position at the company was important, his status was always awkward. This was because his Chinese was so fluent that he was often perceived as pro-China. This time, given the opportunity to express his true feelings, Kameda immediately seized it. Seeing the happy looks on his superiors' and colleagues' faces, his image in their eyes must have changed dramatically. Even if they didn't understand Chinese, they could always understand the homonym "Shina" (支那).
Especially that slut Daiko, seeing her laughing so smugly, even though Kameda knew she was his boss's exclusive property, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
The Chinese man jumped out of the car window. He seemed very agile, so it probably wasn't some kind of Chinese kung fu. But there were so many of us, and this was Japan, so why should we be afraid of him?
"You mean you want me to go back to my mother's womb?" Zhang Lei had already walked up to him, his eyes flashing red, staring intently into his eyes.
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I'm back, hehe.
Episode 3: The Bloody Path to Adulthood, Chapter 47: Go Back to the Womb (Part 1)
Looking at Zhang Lei's bloodshot eyes, Kameda felt a little hesitant, but then he thought about his future position in the company. If he stood firm, he would only suffer a couple of blows at most. Even if he ended up in the hospital, it was nothing compared to his future prospects.
Moreover, with so many people on our side, and this being Japan, if we just shout, "Beat the Chinese pigs!" are we afraid no one will respond? Even if there are fewer people here, we believe we should still have the aura of a great Japan. Even if there are people in his RV, we believe they wouldn't dare to easily provoke the wrath of the crowd under these circumstances.
“That’s right, I said it! You Chinese pigs should all go back to your mother’s womb, Chinese pig!” Kameda deliberately said the last few words in English so that his colleagues could hear his courage. Although Japanese people’s English is not very standard, they should all understand the most basic things.
The people around clearly understood, even those who had just been arguing with their side started laughing along. After all, it was still an internal conflict among the people.
Especially that slut Dai Zi, she was laughing so hard she was bent over, her round, fleshy butt peeking out from under her short skirt, clearly trying to seduce men. Instead of stopping her, her boss showed a smug look on his face.
"Is that so?" Zhang Lei took a deep breath, and his tone suddenly changed. "You really want to sleep with that laughing little bitch, don't you? Your eyes are always glancing in that direction. How about I grant your wish!"
Kameda was still not quite sure what was going on when suddenly his vision blurred and he saw the typical gray sky of Tokyo. Then he felt something flowing out of his nose.
Zhang Lei withdrew his fist, which had just been clenched into Kameda's nose, making it look like a trap—a trap covered with a bit of rotten skin. Zhang Lei hadn't researched who invented this Dragon Mouth Fist, but its ruthlessness was definitely top-notch.
With their bodies already weakened, Zhang Lei could easily kill one of them with a single punch, let the corpse fly out and kill another, and finally let it fall and crush the last one. But wouldn't that be too easy for him to die like that?
Kameda didn't completely collapse. Zhang Lei considerately grabbed his collar and lifted him up halfway. "You really like the womb, don't you? Come on, I'll take you to find a warm womb! Be good!"