Chapter 404: Suicide is Difficult
Fubao spread her hands, no one had ever taken her hostage.
She was a little confused. "No, why don't you stab me and try?"
Angsa's eyes turned red with anger, "Do you think I dare not?"
Fu Bao: "It's not that you dare, but that you can't do it. It's very difficult for me to commit suicide. Do you understand?"
Angsa: "Don't try to disturb my thoughts with nonsense. Shut up, or I will cut your aorta with a knife."
Luo Jiu laughed. "What a joke! If you had a nuclear weapon, I would still be worried. But with a knife, you are so cruel. To be honest, even if you set up a cannon to attack her, it won't threaten us."
Angsa sneered, "I didn't expect you Chinese to be so hypocritical. You usually treat each other like mother and daughter, but your hearts are so cold and hard."
Fu Bao chuckled, "Not only is his heart hard, his hands are hard too."
As she spoke, she grasped Angsa's blade with her bare hands, and under the shocked gazes of everyone, she broke a piece of the cold blade and casually cut Angsa's neck. In an instant, blood spurted out.
Angsa couldn't even make a sound and fell stiffly to the ground.
"Master!" Just as several followers were about to stand up, Zhong Jialing and Cheng Yaoyao fired at the same time and killed them.
"Ah!" Several black bodyguards leaned together, covering their heads and screaming, "What happened?"
They didn't understand Arabic, and they couldn't understand the conversation between Angsa and the servant, and between Luo Jiu and Angsa. Before they could sort out the situation, gunshots rang out around them and corpses were everywhere.
O'Neill watched Zhong Jialing's machine gun turn towards them and shouted anxiously, "Don't kill us! We didn't do anything! Don't kill us! Please!"
Black people have a natural sense of rhythm. They speak like rap and are very talkative. Give him a drum and he will probably start singing.
Luo Jiu disliked their noise, lowered his eyes and frowned, saying: "Bequiet! (Be quiet)"
They quickly shut their mouths. Actually, Wang Xiaobing and Old Lady Kong didn't understand the situation clearly, but they were not worried at all. No matter what happened, they would win in the end. They smiled happily, looking like emancipated serfs singing a song.
Grace quickly explained to everyone what had just happened, and everyone suddenly realized what had happened.
These blacks were once bodyguards hired by Angsa, and they squatted together with their hands on their heads. Luo Jiu wandered around the crowd with a gun in his hand, as if thinking about how to deal with these people.
O'Neal sobbed and raised his hands unwillingly.
Luo Jiu nodded at him, "What do you want to say? Say it."
O'Neill cried, "Can you give us a chance to live? We didn't do anything. Angsa didn't even tell us about his conspiracy. We are wronged. Although we are hired by him, you can't treat us as one. We hate him too.
Besides…besides, even if you discriminate against black people, you should at least give us a way to live, right? Even if white people oppressed us in history, they allowed black people to be slaves picking cotton.
What's wrong with you yellow people? Can you give us a chance to be slaves?"
After he finished speaking, the people around him immediately responded: "Yes, we are willing to pick cotton. You cannot deprive us black people of our right to be slaves. This is discrimination."
Luo Jiu smiled and said, "This is a bit difficult."
O'Neill burst into tears, "What then? Are you going to kill us?"
"That's not the case." Luo Jiu smiled and said, "However, slaves are not allowed in China.
Actually, I didn’t mean to kill you just now, I was just thinking about where to put you more appropriately.”
O'Neal wanted to cry when he heard this. "Then why don't you go up and tell him? Pointing a gun at us like this, we thought you were going to massacre us all."
Zhong Jialing couldn't help but said, "Don't tease me, no one asked you to squat down with your hands on your head. This is your own habitual action. It has nothing to do with us. We are just holding guns. Who is pointing at your head?"
Cheng Yaoyao discussed with Luo Jiu, "There are several houses for gardeners next to the base garden, which have been vacant. I think we can let them live in them temporarily and work with the commune members. When we open up more bases in the future, we can send them to farther places."
Luo Jiu nodded, and then said to those black people: "I will make it clear in advance that I can let you go today, and you can also go to the base with us, but you must abide by our rules and regulations.
You followed Angsa before, and you are not allowed to bring those bad habits and bad habits to the base.
If you still think that women can only become leaders after all men die, I will kill all the men manually, do you understand?"
Everyone nodded their heads in a steady stream of yeses.
This time, everyone can finally return to the ground.
Cheng Yaoyao treated Grace's wound and let her go up first.
Next, it was Old Lady Kong.
Cordelia kept hiding in the back and refused to go up first. There were only three people left in the last group, Luo Jiu, Cordelia and Fu Bao.
Cordelia remained silent, and on the way up, Luo Jiu decided to talk to her.
"Why don't you speak? What are you worried about? We can all speak Arabic, so you can talk to us. When we get to the base, you can learn Chinese from the kids and integrate into the group quickly."
Cordelia said in a muffled voice: "I don't know what to do. When I was first sent to Ansa, I made a lot of mistakes and had a hard time. This time I have to move to a new place, and I don't know how many more mistakes I will make."
Luo Jiu smiled and said, "You think too much. There is nothing right or wrong in this world except for the behaviors that are restricted by laws and morals. You are free to do what you want. You have changed to a new environment, but this is a free country without so many restrictions."
Cordelia suddenly smiled and said, "Then can I not wear a headscarf?"
Luo Jiu said: "Sure, if you want to wear it, wear it. If you don't want to wear it, don't wear it. It's up to you."
Cordelia looked at Luo Jiu who was climbing up and whispered, "I want to be like you."
Fubao caught up with him and asked, "Why aren't you moving? Can't you crawl anymore? Do you want me to carry you?"
Cordelia smiled and said, "If I can climb up, I'll climb up right away."
After reaching the ground, almost everyone moved forward, but Cordelia stopped.
The crack in the ground was so deep that it made people despair, but it also saved her from the nightmare that had lasted for several years. The bodies of those people lay in the dark and damp underground, never to see the light of day.
Grace came over and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Cordelia said, "It feels like my past is all underneath the cracks in the ground."
Grace held Cordelia's hand and said, "The past is the past, let's look forward and start a new life."
Zhong Jialing had already driven the bus over. Grace was about to take Cordelia away when Cordelia suddenly said, "Wait a minute."
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