Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 218: Devil from Hell_1

"Why, why, why do you all fucking have ten thousand whys?"

Xiao Ming cursed as he tore off a sleeve from his shirt, not asking Fujiwara Rika for help. He bit it with his teeth to tie it above the wound as a tourniquet.

"I had a friend," he said after he was done, exhaling. "A really evil and twisted guy who loved killing people.

Once, he complained to me that the question he’d heard the most in his life was ’why.’

He couldn’t stand it, so he declared that he didn’t need a reason to kill, but he needed one not to kill.

Since then, he had a rule: as long as the target could give a reason he accepted, they could live.

Oh, sorry! I seem to have gone off on a tangent.

Anyway, I’m going to borrow his words now: ’I’ll mess with you if I want, no reason needed!’"

Xie Yan Er was furious, his heart sinking steadily.

It was clear that there was no way to resolve this with so-called reasoning; if they couldn’t escape, they were dead-men who died without understanding why.

His non-too-friendly eyes began to roll around desperately as he whispered in the local dialect, "Si, wait for my signal, then run like hell. I’ll cover for you!"

Si was both shocked and touched. "Captain, it should be me..."

"Shut up! That’s an order!"

Si closed his mouth in grief and anger, his look towards Xiao Ming filled with fury and resolve.

Xiao Ming didn’t need to understand what they said; their expressions were enough for him to guess. His mouth curled coldly as he deliberately moved away from the door and sat down on a chair.

"We’ve come to this, and any further resistance is futile. Mr. F47, as someone in your line of work, you’re smart. You should understand that it’s the wise who makes concessions at the right time.

Often, death is not the best outcome, and personally, I’m not very fond of it.

So, hand over the USB drive, and I might consider letting you leave here alive."

Xie Yan Er scoffed. "Go fool a ghost! I’ve seen with my own eyes how you broke the gambling ship’s rules; how could there be a chance to leave here alive and tell the tale?"

"Indeed, you don’t have that chance, but it doesn’t necessarily mean you have to die."

Xie Yan Er was startled and then flew into a rage, "You... you’re one of the officials from up north!"

"If you say so," Xiao Ming didn’t care to explain further. "Hurry up and give me the USB drive, and I’ll consider it a surrender.

Otherwise, we’ll just have to search your dead body for it."

"Hmph! The item is hidden somewhere only I know of, it’s not on me. Kill me, and you’ll never find it."

"Isn’t that naive?" Xiao Ming chuckled. "After all, the item is somewhere on this ship, and most of your movements since boarding have been monitored.

If we conduct a thorough search following your trail, how long do you think it will take to find it?

An hour? Half a day? Or a full day?

That said, maybe you’re really not afraid to die, but are you not afraid of what happens before death?

I heard spies are trained to resist interrogation. Have you been? Want to test it out? I’m personally very looking forward to it!"

Xie Yan Er’s face showed a reluctant struggle before he slowly hung his head, his knife-wielding hand also lowered.

A moment later, he asked, "Will you really not kill my brothers?"

Xiao Ming raised an eyebrow, "Just a reminder, you didn’t mention yourself."

Xie Yan Er smiled miserably, "The mission failed; I’ve no face to live, my death is inconsequential, but I can’t drag my brothers down with me."

"Captain!" Si yelled emotionally, "If we live, we live together; if we die, we die together, I’m not afraid!"

Xie Yan Er turned around, pressed his hands on Si’s shoulders, and said softly, "Silly boy, you’re young, with so many beautiful tomorrows ahead of you; how can you die without a clue?"

"What the hell with tomorrow, I’d rather be a ghost than a dog for the north," Si’s young face was full of righteous indignation, boiling with youthful passion.

"Do you really think that?" Xie Yan Er asked.

Si nodded vigorously.

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As he spoke, Xie Yan Er suddenly exerted force with both hands, grabbing Si’s shoulders and flinging him toward Xiao Ming, while he himself sprinted toward the door of the private room.

Midair, the excited expression on Si’s face turned to confusion, as if he had no idea what had happened.

Xiao Ming seemed to be taken aback as well, sitting motionless there.

Catching this scene from the corner of his eye, Xie Yan Er felt a surge of relief as he grabbed the door handle...

It wouldn’t turn!

His heart plummeted in an instant.

With a bang, he whirled around only to see Si’s body had already crashed into the gambling table in the room, while Xiao Ming was leisurely dusting off his pants where no dust existed.

It was a long story to tell, but the whole process took only two or three seconds. Fujiwara Rika was still standing in the same spot, and Xiao Ming’s butt had never left the chair; looking at the two of them, it was as if nothing had happened at all.

"Captain... why?"

Trying hard to get up, Si couldn’t muster the strength, his eyes filling with confusion and pain as he looked at Xie Yan Er.

Xie Yan Er stayed silent, and Xiao Ming said indifferently, "The art of spying doesn’t just require ability; age and experience are even more important.

Simply put, greenhorns like you who have just graduated from college are not suitable for this job.

However, often times, certain spies are very fond of taking you along on dangerous missions.

The reason, of course, is only one: young people are easily impassioned, and a few stirring words can make you throw caution to the wind, making you the best choice to be cannon fodder and scapegoats."

"You’re lying! I don’t believe it! We are doing it for our country, we are comrades who can back each other up!" Si yelled, voice hoarse with exertion, but the tears wouldn’t stop flowing down his face.

"For the country?" Xiao Ming shook his head, "I felt a bit of pity for you, but you seem beyond redemption.

Think about it, since receiving the mission, has your captain ever allowed you to follow him when he goes out, except when it’s time to get on the ship? And when did he tell you the details of the mission?"

Si’s eyes widened, but still in disbelief, he said, "That... That’s a necessary procedure, it’s for..."

"To prevent failure of the mission in case someone gets caught, right?"

Xiao Ming sneered, "That would be a good reason, but here on the gambling boat, theoretically, you shouldn’t have to worry about getting caught even if you’re surrounded by officials.

A simple trade, why would he need to bring so many people?"

Si’s complexion fluctuated, looking as if he wanted to say something more, but he finally just clenched his teeth and propped himself up on the gambling table.

"Captain, is what he said true?"

Xie Yan Er seemed to have given up, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, "True or false, what does it matter? We’re all going to die anyway."

"I want to hear it from your own mouth!" Si roared.

Xie Yan Er paused for a moment, then nodded, "Yes. But this isn’t a personal act.

Recruiting a batch of fresh graduates like you into the field service was specifically for the purpose of being disposable at critical moments."

Si staggered, as if he couldn’t bear the blow, hanging his head he gasped for air for a long while, then suddenly charged with his knife raised.

"You deserve to die! I will kill you!"

Seeing this, Fujiwara Rika’s eyebrows subtly raised, and as she turned to look at Xiao Ming, she saw him leisurely crossing one leg over the other, his lips curled in an almost imperceptible smile, as if he were a strategist relishing the spectacle.

This was his goal!

Comrades who had just stood back to back were about to turn on each other.

Good heavens above, was he a devil from hell?