Chapter 1785 Survival Game 36
Seeing 273's constipated look, Xi Ning couldn't help but think, "Idiot, how could such an idiot exist." Forget it's stupid, at least you have some conscience. As a result, his eldest brother and another brother were killed together. I really don’t know if he has a brain.
The last group of surviving little brothers 271 suddenly broke out, rushed towards the middle-aged man, raised his hand and stabbed him down.
"Ah~" The middle-aged man screamed and took two steps back. His left eye was stabbed by something, and blood dripped from the eye socket.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a piece of bamboo, which should have been broken off from a fishing rod.
No. 271 had obviously never killed anyone before. He stood there with his back slightly hunched, his eyes red, and he was breathing heavily: "You guys killed Angkor, you all deserve to die!" He shouted at the end, shocking. The whole room buzzed.
"Ah, my eyes..." the middle-aged man screamed miserably. He reached over with his fingers and touched the exposed bamboo joints. He lowered his hand and looked with his remaining right eye. His hand was covered with blood. This time the screams became even more miserable.
Sigh, you can't die like this. The attack site of the bamboo is correct, but please be more ruthless and insert it deeper, it needs to reach the brain.
The middle-aged man subconsciously turned to the business man and tried to seek help. Although I know that no one will help here.
As if a fierce ghost was threatening his life, the business man was so frightened that he hid back: "Don't come here, don't come here." He couldn't do anything for whatever reason he was looking for.
Suddenly, a piece of cloth strangled the business man's neck, and his stomach appeared out of nowhere. He also came to avenge his elder brother. He didn't look much better at this time. With red eyes and pale lips, he was no better looking than a middle-aged man.
Although Tummy Sew is not Wu Bingcheng's brother, he has received a lot of favors from him in the past two days. Just now, the little brother took care of him.
If it weren't for maintaining the image of an ordinary person, Xining would actually want to take action. For the white-eyed wolves who betrayed his teammates, one less is the best, and keeping them is the biggest hidden danger after all.
The business man struggled hard, holding on to the strip of cloth with both hands while his stomach was being stitched. This strip of cloth was just a piece of sheet placed on his forehead to cool down, but now it became a tool for his revenge.
The Virgin Man wanted to stop him, but was held back by the injured man.
The injured man shook his head. You can't get involved in this kind of thing. It's hard to tell who is wrong and who is right.
This time, only three of the five groups came back. Many teammates failed to come back, including the glasses guy No. 205. The fat guy from the other group came back, and he also stood by and watched. As the lucky one to be the last group to qualify, he saw the whole process, and the injuries on his face represented the tragedy of that time.
Seeing that the middle-aged man was not dead, the little brother from 275 picked up the toilet lid lying next to him and slapped it on his face.
The middle-aged man immediately fell to the ground after being photographed, his legs twitched and then died. The bamboo pole above his left eye was driven in, killing him.
The business man on the other side was still struggling desperately. He endured the severe pain in his neck and slammed back with his elbow, hitting the injured part of his stomach.
"Hmm~" Xiu belly and nose made a muffled sound, but did not let go of his hands. He also raised his legs and pressed his knees against the opponent's back. Frowning tightly, he wrings his hands.
The business man's eyes almost popped out of his head, and his hands usedlessly pulled at the cloth strip tightly locked around his neck. Finally, his hands gradually loosened and hung weakly on both sides, and he fell down.
The stitches on the stomach also went down, but their hands still didn't let go. The two of them spent a while on the ground, and then slowly let go of their hands, but they didn't get up.
Brothers 275 and 271 hurried up and pulled away the body of the business man whose stomach was sewn up.
Seam Belly was panting heavily, not daring to let him get up immediately. The three of them sat on the ground, waiting for Seam Belly to recover.
271, being the older one, raised his head and glared at the bewildered 273: "You bastard, killing you will dirty our hands. We won't kill you, but we can't tolerate you anymore. Get out of here, get out of here." The further away the better.”
275 also shouted: "Go away, do you hear me? From now on, we don't have a brother like you. In the next game, if someone needs to kill someone, I will kill you first! Get out!!!" 273 burst into tears, like a wooden man. He turned around silently and walked towards the opposite side, looking like a zombie.
The contestants on the opposite side avoided him before he arrived, deliberately leaving a double bed at the edge. Many people died, and there were enough beds left. No one wanted to get close to this man who was stupid enough to betray his brother before the last moment.
The stitched belly suddenly tilted back, something didn't feel right.
Everyone took a breath when they saw it.
The white vest that was sewn on the stomach and abdomen was soaked with black blood. They carefully lifted the edge of the clothes. The sutures were cracked just now. Under the rolling skin and flesh, the white intestines could be vaguely seen.
"It's okay..." Brother 275 cried and covered it with his hands. He couldn't tell what color pus and blood were squeezed out from the wound, and the fishy smell hit his nostrils.
Without looking at the wound, just by the smell that smelled like rotten eggs, I knew that stitches on my stomach were hopeless.
271 immediately turned to Xining and shouted: "Doctor, save him, don't you have a needle? Sew up his belly again."
She also forced a smile on her sewed belly: "It'll be fine if you sew it up, right?" As a result, the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily, which was uglier than crying.
Xining stood still and looked at them. According to the current situation, it would be a mercy to let him die quickly.
He smiled while stitching his belly, weak but pure: "Don't waste your time, it's useless to sew it up. I'm very happy to get to know you and Angkor these two days. Just let me go in peace, Angkor should go It’s not far away, I hope I can catch up. Don’t worry, it will take another fifty or sixty years. We can wait and we will wait for you in heaven.”
These words made many contestants who had experienced life and death shed tears.
But he couldn't die for a while, so he sewed his stomach and looked around: "Who can help me..."
Little brother 275 looked at 271, and 271 looked at him. Everyone killed someone, but they were killing others. If they didn't die at once, they would do it a few more times. Of course, if you kill your own brother, you will die instantly.
Little brother 275 looked at 271 and murmured: "How about you come, you are stronger than me."
271 looked at him: "How to do it?"
Sewing the belly smiled bitterly: "Just strangle it." The strip of cloth was nearby, just pick it up and reuse it.
The two of them looked at the stitches on their stomachs, and Brother 275 said seriously: "No, it's a bit slow to die."
Sewing Belly rolled his eyes slightly: "It only takes two or three minutes."
"No!" Brother 275 is really serious and sincere: "That's too long, I can't make you suffer more."
271 asked: "How about I hit your head with a lid, and even if you don't die immediately, you will at least faint. I will hit you two more times."
Hit it twice more to ensure that the person is completely dead and the work is done cleanly.
(End of chapter)