please shoot me down

— "They can see the appearance of her soul through her frail body."

Silly Seven turned the table over and said you fucking don't talk about it.I don't want to know, I don't even want to know where her ashes are!

The old snake said, yes, that is the kind of hatred.You have to remember this feeling, and then you can use it to kill.

Sha Qi's eyes are azure blue, and there are white clouds above the sky.

He really wanted to know if the cloud could carry his own weight, and if he could lie down on it, and then sleep in the balmy sun for the whole day.

(65)

Sha Qi didn't want to kill his compatriots, but he kept killing them.

He didn't want to be a traitor, but he was a traitor.

He wants justice, he wants order.I want to tell others that he went that day, he went to the scene of the group fight, but he couldn't squeeze in at all.He didn't stab anyone, he didn't have a knife.He didn't know what happened, but someone asked him to come, so he finished his soup and ran out like that.

Then, the dagger became the murder weapon in his hand.

Then he went to jail.

He looked at the shadow of Macadamia on the wall, and his hands were stained with the judge's blood.He murdered justice, put bullets in their minds that should have been filled with justice.What he was doing, he didn't know.

He did not live, a judge, and the servants of the judge's house.Another judge, and his screaming wife.

He didn't search the house, he was afraid of finding their children.

Their villa is really beautiful, so beautiful that even the petals in front of the door don't have a trace of withering.That huge Macaranga tanarius seems to have existed for many years, and it becomes redder and brighter with the deepening of autumn.

Sha Qi walked from the suburbs to the city, the muzzle of the gun was faintly hot by his side.

He passed the court, saw the banners still hanging in front of the door, saw the police still maintaining order, saw those who could not get justice think that shouting loudly would have results, and then watched them disappear behind the car window, disappeared in the rearview mirror.

In fact, he should be imprisoned. It was a premonitory trial, and the sentence was not for the mistakes he had committed, but for his future crimes.

He asked the driver to stop at a fork in the road, and then changed to a taxi and rushed to another apartment.

He walked around the apartment and saw the man on the phone with vegetables in his hand.

He hadn't changed his clothes yet, and he didn't know that the god of death had come to him.He turned the doorknob and walked into the house.He took off his shoes and put his phone on the table.

He hung his clothes on the coat rack, and picked up the giant dog at home that had been waiting for him all day.

Sha Qi watched quietly on the balcony, through the binoculars, and then through the other party's polished glass window.

Then he saw a case of wine.There was Firehorse, there was Icehawk, and there were things more expensive and less expensive, neatly arranged behind a pile of cigarette cases.

Sure enough, people with families have different lives, but single dogs are exactly the same.

Sha Qi felt that he also wanted an apartment like that. There were endless cigarettes and wine in the cupboard, and cacti and succulents that would not die without watering for a week were placed on the window sill. A simple coffee table, and a huge TV that can play games and watch news.

He will go out for morning exercises with headphones on Monday and Friday mornings, he will open a bottle of wine on Saturdays, watch a movie and have a good drink, and he will find someone on a date or hook up on Sunday, and take him home or go to the In the other party's home, release the heat in the body and relieve the anxiety of being single.

It's also possible that he'll start a relationship right, with someone he's had a crush on for a long time.

They held hands, they kissed, they slept, they made love eagerly, and they said goodbye reluctantly.

They will stretch the time for a long time, until one day he chooses a bouquet of flowers with the help of the flower girl, and then picks a sunny day, sprays himself with some perfume, and finds a tutorial on how to dress and match on the Internet .

Eventually ring each other's doorbells and let them make two houses into one.

The man must be reading a book, and he came out wearing a baggy shirt, the buttons were not tightly fastened to the top one, so a little skin and muscle on his chest could be exposed.

He will look at the surprise of the other party, and then slowly withdraw the surprised expression.

He will promise a lot of things, and then the other party tells him, shut up, you are not as fluent as you are in pornographic jokes.

Sha Qi retracted the binoculars and took out the sniper rifle that was only used once a few months ago.He turned on the TV in the small hotel, and the news of the assassination of two judges was being broadcast on each station.

The reporters happily described the panic scene, delivering good news one after another to the octopus.

He glanced at the quiet phone, today is Thursday.

He has three more days.

But he won't last that long.

(66)

God created the world in seven days, but it took many months to destroy it.

On the day the bullet was fired, he made no mistakes and shot in the head with one shot.Right at the door where the man put his mobile phone, the glass window exploded, and the blood splashed on the elegant wallpaper, the angle was too good to describe.

So Sha Qi didn't need to concentrate on making sure the other party was alive, he just needed to get down as quickly as possible to avoid the ambushes that had already been laid around him.

His window was smashed into a sieve in an instant, and he watched the sawdust flying in the window porch with a wry smile.Footsteps sounded in the corridor, and he knew that there must be more than one person who came to kill him.

He put down the sniper rifle and took out his pistol.He fired a few shots at the window, then pulled out the grenade and threw it towards the door.

He then jumped out of the window and fell from the second floor to a dumpster on the ground.

On the way, he was hit by the rainshield, which caused severe pain in his ribs.

He turned out of the trash can, and the gunshots followed him all the way.

He wondered if the man was chasing him wearing a mask, or taking off his mask to give orders.He also wondered whether the face under the mask was prettier than himself or slightly inferior.

He couldn't get the Octopus's forgiveness after all, so he asked him to die in one last mission.Octopus will replace him, which is what Octopus has said to him long ago.

But why it was so painful and angry to accept it, it seemed that he had been shot in the chest, which made Silly Qi feel uncomfortable and had difficulty breathing.

But there was no blood on his chest, but a bullet was embedded in his arm.

There are too many pursuits from behind, no matter how he prepares, it is impossible for him to be as good as those people.He stopped a motorcycle by the side of the road, pushed people away and rode on it, pulled the accelerator and ran wildly.

He shuttled in the alley, the blood on his arm flowed all the way back with the wind.Then he was shot in the shoulder again, sending the front of his car cocked and narrowly missing a peddler.

But he knew that this shot was the end.

Those pursuits slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they scattered into the cluttered residential houses, and they would soon be mixed with passers-by.No one knew their true identities, just as no one knew Sha Qi's true identity this whole year.

Sha Qi drove to the main road and changed cars, and drove for a while before changing motorcycles.

He went round and round in the city until his legs were numb and the pain in his arm gradually became clear due to his calmness. Then he slowed down and left the motorcycle on the side of the road.

He didn't look for a hotel, and he didn't find a way to get the shrapnel. He was covered in the sour smell of trash cans and blood stains that had been dried.

He took his hat out of his pocket and put it on, then took off his coat, which was heavily stained with blood.

He walked straight to the building, and the voices of people around him gradually disappeared, and finally only his own heartbeat remained.

He bypassed the elevator and took the safe passage.He drew his pistol and cleared the bullets in it.He wiped his face, wiped away the remaining stains from the corners of his eyes, and made his appearance clearer and cleaner.

Then, he came to the door.

This was the place he had always wanted to come to, but hadn't been able to visit formally.It was the place where he had been monitoring for a whole year, but he never received an invitation.It was the place where he had petitioned countless times and was turned away countless times.

He rang the doorbell and gripped the butt of his gun.

He didn't know if that person had the guts to open the door, if so—

The moment the door opened, the built-in lock was still tied with a chain.He raised his foot and kicked violently, directly kicking the false hidden lock open.He walked into the apartment in twos and threes, holding the gun to the man's head.

"You still haven't been able to kill me." Sha Qi gritted his teeth, and put his gun against the octopus' forehead.

"Yes," Octopus said flatly, "What a pity."

"Why do you have to kill me?" Sha Qi's throat seemed to be choked, making his throat hurt when he said every word--"How can you be so heartless, you must die!"

Octopus watched him calmly, then sighed softly.

"You're asking nonsense," said Octopus.

Silly Seven was stunned, and finally laughed.

His eye sockets hurt a little from his stupid compassion and inexplicable affection, from his own luck and too naive fantasy.He and Octopus were supposed to be like this, Octopus told him that he would definitely change people, and Sha Qi also reminded himself from time to time that he must never cross the thunder pool half a step.

Everything is for the task.

Everything has nothing to do with selfish desires.

Everything was doomed from the very beginning.

Everything is just a dream, if you live, you will shatter the dream and move forward.

Silly seven lowered his head.

He has only anger, only anger.

He would never let the octopus see the slightest bit of attachment and pain from his face.

(67)

Sha Qi didn't shoot, he knew he couldn't shoot.He punched the octopus backhand and kicked him to the ground.

In fact, he was curious why the octopus didn't reject him.

When he dropped his gun and rushed, in