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Probably because he is the younger brother of his fiancée, Duan Zhanzhou is not bad in the jungle.He saw that the jungle was interested in guns, so he took him to the shooting range to shoot targets.

This makes the jungle dumbfounded.

He held a gun when he was six years old, and his skills were a mountain higher than Duan Zhanzhou's, but at this moment he had to pretend that he didn't know how to hold a gun.

"Hold here first, then look here... yes... put this on..."

wrong.Jungle thought.Duan Zhanzhou's shooting method has a strong personal habit, and this habit is a mistake that the killer instructor often teaches himself and must never make.

However, listening to Duan Zhanzhou's guidance, he deliberately put on an appearance of humbly asking for advice.

When the first shot was fired, he had to pretend that his arm was injured by the recoil, threw out the gun, and cried out for pain while holding his arm.

"Are you okay?" Duan Zhanzhou leaned over, picked up his arm, and rubbed it lightly, with a force that made the muscles feel relaxed.Looking at him from a close distance, his eyelashes are not long, but very thick. When he focuses on one thing like this, he is very charming.

This sporadic tenderness can make Jungle secretly keep tender at the bottom of the box like a daughter in a boudoir saving her dowry.

"I'm sorry, I'm stupid, it's hard for you to teach me." Jungle said to him.

Duan Zhanzhou smiled and took off his gloves: "This is the first time you can beat like this, it is already very good. You practice again, and I will take your sister out for a walk."

As soon as she turned around, she saw Congwei standing at the door, like a docile bird waiting to be taken away, smiling sweetly at Duan Zhanzhou.

They left, Jungle chased to the door and hid to watch their backs.When getting into the car, Cong Wei hung around Duan Zhanzhou's neck and kissed him on the cheek.

Like a pair of lovers.It is very dazzling.

Jungle returned to the shooting range, picked up the gun, shot through the target accurately and sharply, and fired all the bullets without missing a single shot.

It would be great if emotional matters were as simple as shooting, at least he is good at it.

The wedding, in the anticipation of no one, still came.

The decision to kill Congwei was painful just like the scalded blister.

Cong Wei, his elder sister, died on her wedding night, a dagger was pierced through her heart, fast and ruthless.

The person holding the knife is her own brother.

He has killed many people, but this time, he killed people he knew, even relatives.

Duan Zhanzhou hugged Cong Wei who was bleeding, and shot through Jung's shoulder. If Cong Wei hadn't been dying to hold his hand, the bullet would have aimed at Jung's head.

Before she died, she said, "...don't hurt my little brother."

The last look that Ajie looked at him was transparent and clean, and Ajie understood all his thoughts.

Everyone said that Conglin was crazy, possessed by ghosts, and outrageous. Only Conglin himself knew that his world, from the moment his sister died, was like a glass mirror shattered all over the ground, full of wreckage.

Duan Zhanzhou should have tortured himself, because he killed the woman he loved and his wife.Just like what he said when he forced himself to swallow carbon to atone for Cong Wei——

"Jungle, as long as you are in front of me for a second, I will make you hurt for a second, deep into the bone marrow, and make you regret it!"

This sentence, from the beginning to the present, he has always done it.

Just like on the Nine Desolation Mountains, at this moment, the jungle was lying panting, his eyes darkened, Duan Zhanzhou walked up to him, and stepped on his wound.

"Ok!"

Jungle flinched in pain, Duan Zhanzhou squatted down, pinched his chin, his eyes almost burst into flames: "I am really blind, a disaster like you has always stayed by my side, and I have never seen you clearly!"

Alright, with those disgusting eyes, he looked at himself as if he was looking at a piece of garbage. Jungle wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

Duan Zhanzhou put his hand on the wound on his cheek and squeezed it hard: "Why, hasn't swallowing charcoal once made you remember? How many people around me are you going to kill!"

"Cough...cough...cough..."

Duan Zhanzhou was so angry that he lost his mind, he lifted Jungle violently, and grabbed his neck: "No wonder, no matter how much I torture you, you refuse to leave! It turns out that you are a spy!"

"For the sake of your elder sister, I spared your life! You actually colluded with the military commander to kill me? Why, what benefits did he give you? Is it rich and prosperous? Then you can bear it, and you are really a blockbuster!" ah."

"Now I regret letting you eat carbon and make you dumb, because I really want to hear what flowers you can quibble about!"

There was a strong sense of betrayal and disappointment in his heart, a feeling that Cong Wei never had when she died.

For such a long time, he has vented his anger by torturing the jungle. What is frightening is that this kind of unilateral suppression actually changed his heart.

How many methods were used?He once punished Jungle to kneel in the snow all night in the coldest winter, and made him have a high fever for several days. Shut him up in a woodshed without food, drink, or rough work until his hands were covered with frostbite... What ordinary people couldn't bear, the jungle could endure.

It's just that after each punishment, Jungle would always stand there, his face seemed neither sad nor happy, but his eyes were filled with worries about gain and loss, desolate and anxious, like a poor man who could not bear the world.

Every time, Duan Zhanzhou felt a stabbing pain in his heart.He interpreted this toughness as guilt towards Cong Wei, and then intensified the torture of the jungle.

This guy, this bastard, how can he be a spy? !

At this point, Conglin knew that he had lost completely, so he could only close his eyes as if giving up, stretched out his finger to point at him, then pointed at himself, and scratched his neck with his palm.This is saying-

"You can, kill me."

Feeling a slight pain in his heart like an ant gnawing, Duan Zhanzhou let go of his hand, his face froze, and the jungle lost too much blood and passed out.

Looking at the jungle in the pool of blood, except for the heaving chest, he is no different from a dead person, and it makes people want to hug him pitifully.

Duan Zhanzhou bit his lower lip, turned around with difficulty at last, and ordered: "Bandage him and take him back..."

"Commander, kill this kind of person directly."

"No!" Duan Zhanzhou refused, "...I...I want to interrogate him to see if he has any accomplices!"

He can't die yet, because he hasn't... not tortured enough.Duan Zhanzhou explained to himself in this way.

Yes, he still owes him.