Evil Awe-Inspiring - Chapter 135

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

When the black finger is pointing at me, my expression is cold.

The black man is grinning, hooking his finger to motion me move forward.

I don’t move, looking at him coldly. The two of us are looking at each other, and his eyes begin to show a little anger, as if his authority has been provoked. The sneer of his mouth disappears a little, and he is hooking his finger again.

Two crew members behind him are staring at me and shouting. One of them pulls the bolt. I hang my hands on both sides, my fists are clenching tightly.

I feel my bloods are rushing to my head, and my brain is buzzing and I’m staring at the black man deadly.

He takes me as an animal!

He takes me as an animal!!!

The black muzzle is pointing at me. I have no doubt that they dare to shoot! I already know from Old Snake that these people don’t blink at killing people at all! If they kill me, they can just throw my body into the sea at ease!

The muscles of my body are tensed first, then relaxing a little bit. I am clenching my teeth deadly. Just as the black man is getting a little impatient, I finally take a step forward.

The people on both sides let go automatically, and I’m walking slowly like a robot. The black man hands me the wooden bowl and raising his chin, which means let me drink.

I do not move, and immediately the two crew members behind me take a step forward. I take a deep breath and looking at the black man with anger in my eyes.

But I know, I can only bear it now!

I can only bear it!

I tell myself coldly in my heart:

Chen Yang! You can’t die! You can’t die here! At least not now!

Just as I reach for the wooden bowl, the black man is suddenly laughing, retracting his hand and looking at me. His eyes are full of malice. Suddenly he is opening his mouth, coughing and spiting in the bowl.

Instantly, my whole body is stiff!

I can’t help shivering all over, holding my eyes up and staring at the black man. He raises his chin provocatively, and the two crew members behind him start laughing.

Fight with him! Fight with them!

A voice in my heart is crying crazily!

From the distance I am now from him, I know very well that if I do it right away, I can twist his neck before he reacts. I’m seventy percent sure that I can twist his throat at once! I can also put my hand under his armpit, rip his ribs and blow his heart!

But what about after killing him?

I have no doubt that I will be shot into honeycomb coal by the crews behind him immediately!

I don’t know how long it takes. I just feel that the bowl in front of me is dangling in my eyes.

Suddenly, I’m laughing.

I don’t even know how I can laugh, but it seems that a strange idea has occupied my heart. The anger in my heart has not disappeared at all. It is almost burning all over me! Despite the boiling blood, my face is calm!

I take a deep breath, with that smile on my face. Then I slowly take the wooden bowl and reach it to my mouth.

While drinking water, my eyelids are always raising and staring at the black man in front of me.

A whole bowl of water is quickly consumed by me. The black man seems to have some surprises. He even forgets to let me only drink one sip, but when I finish drinking the whole bowl of water, he’s just reacting and kicking me with one foot.

Although his is very strong, but his kicking speed is not that fast. If it’s in nomal days, I can easily escape.

But I don’t hide, don’t even move, just let him kick my stomach. My whole body is kicked to fall to the ground.

I bend over, and I am arching in pain, and then I am struggling to get up slowly. The Negro suddenly picks up the barrel and splashing the rest of the water to the crowd.

With a crash, I’m lying on the ground, the waters are dripping down from my hair and body. The rest of the people are crying out. The black man has thrown the barrel away, then kicking me once more again, turning around and takes his crews away.

I’m just standing up and staring at his back.

I swear to myself:

I Will Kill Him! Definitely, I will!

I slowly crawle back to the corner in the crowd, and watching the people are scrambling for the barrel in gasping. Although the water has been poured out, some experienced people know that there is still a little water left in the barrel.

For these people, a little water is better than no!

I even see some people are lying on the ground to lick the water on the ground!

My heart is cold, cold almost numb! I’m just leaning against the corner and looking at them coldly. Suddenly, I want to laugh. Because I find myself as pitiful as they are!

I take a break and then eat some bread. Although it is difficult to swallow, I tell myself to reserve my strength. People eat when they are hungry and drink when they are thirsty.

Lying in the corner, my body is swaying with the ship’s hull, and I can’t help feeling homesick. But then I forbid myself to think about these things. I tell myself: Thinking of these things, you will become weak!

I don’t know how long it took for the cabin to be kicked off again. The light outside is much darker this time. It seems that it is already at night.

I sit slightly upright and then looking at the two crew members rushing in, one with a gun and the other with a flashlight.

It’s dark in the cabin, and the two men, one at the front and the other at the back, holding flashlights and searching in the crowd lying on the floor.

They are searching very carefully, almost searching everyone, and finally found me here. The beam of the torch is shaking to my face. I feel the light is dazzling, Conditionally, I turned my face, only feeling a little fuzzy in front of me.

Then I hear a crew is cheering suddenly. They are immediately surrounding a woman not far away from me. Then they put down the flashlights and rushing towards her.

The woman is screaming. After some struggles, the two crew members are raising her feet and shoulders one by one, lifting her up and going out.

The woman is kicking and biting, and screaming: “I paid! I paid!”

Despite her hoarseness, I still recognize her! She’s Phoenix!

Phoenix?!

I’m shocked and watching two crew members carrying her out. Instinctively, I stand up and cry out. One crew simply carries her on his shoulder. The other is holding his gun and frighten the crowds.

The stowaways on the nearby ground are moving away.

I hear Phoenix is screaming “I paid,” and be taken out.

I do not hesitate, rushing to them right away. The guy behind sees me coming and immediately hitting me with the butt of his gun. I instinctively raise my hand and block it. But at this time, my physical strength is far less than usual, this smash makes me stagger. Then two other crew members are rushing in outside the cabin and begin to punch and kick around me. I resist for a while and am just about to stand up, but I feel a chill on my forehead suddenly and I stop fighting immediately.

A gun barrel is stucking to my forehead, and then I see a murderous face is looking at me. At that moment, I think I might be dead and have closed my eyes. But then the barrel moves away, that man kicks me away. Then these crews leave the cabin.

When the door is closed, the darkness falls again.

This change makes me feel a little confused. I slowly go back to the corner and recall the details after boarding the ship.

Phoenix is on the ship, too?

After the pyramid sales nest was banned by the police that day, she must have been tracked down, couldn’t go on and then escaping outside.

Don’t know how long it took, the door opens again, and then someone is rolling in, crawling under the eyes of the crowd, staggering in.

It’s Phoenix.

She is struggling to get up. A few men’s obscene laughters are coming from behind before the door is closed.

By the light of the moment before the door is closed, I can vaguely see Phoenix’s face is cold and her clothes are a little tattered.

She is walking slowly to the corner of the wall and sitting down silently. Her head is burying in her hands and knees.

She is so close to me. I look at her for a moment before I open my mouth: “Phoenix, is that you?”

“It’s me.” She’s looking up. In the darkness, she seems to be facing me, but I can’t see her face: “You are Little 5. I recognized you for a long time when you came in and sat next to me.”

Her voice is calm and there is an unspeakable despair in it.

I’m silent for a moment: “You… Are you all right?”

“I’m all right!” Suddenly, she’s laughing nervously, “What thing may happen on me?”

After a break, I hesitate to ask: “They just took you out…”

Immediately, she’s saying coldly: “Do you still need to ask?” She is laughing louder and louder, and then she is saying to me in cold words, “So many beasts have caught a woman. Guess what they have done to me?”

I’m silent.

She takes a deep breath, and although her voice is crying, but she is still laughing like mad. The crying and the laughing are mixed up. At the same time, she’s shouting crazily: “What am I afraid of? I did that before! Do I afraid of such a thing? I used to be fucked! But this time is free of charge! What am I afraid of? I… What am I afraid of?!”

The more she says, the more she cries, and finally she buries her head deep under her knees.

I feel her body is trembling.

Frankly speaking, I don’t like this woman, or even hate her very much. I don’t have much pity and sympathy for her, but now I have a strange feeling in my heart, very strange feeling. I am looking at her and feel she’s really pathetic, not pity or sympathy.

I just simply feel that she is very pathetic!

After crying for a while, she is suddenly wiping away her tears, turning around and whispering to me: “Little 5… You…”

“What?” I answer calmly.

“Do you have water?” In the darkness, her voice is trembling, “I’m in pain… I want to wash it.”

Without hesitation, I slowly take out a bottle of water from my bag and pass it to her silently, then turn around and stop looking at her.

I know very well that water is very valuable in this situation. Because I don’t know how long I’m going to stay here!

But I still do not refuse Phoenix’s request.

I don’t know how long it took for her to open her mouth behind me and says: “Thank you.”

Her voice has restored calm without waves, as if nothing has happened before.

We are both sitting in the corner, but neither of us speak nor talk anymore.

It’s a strange atmosphere.

In such a desperate situation, we know and familiar with each other, but we do not talk, do not communicate, but choose to remain silent.

But I know it very well. Each time the door opens. Phoenix begins to tremble. She seems very frightened, and then she is shrinking inside desperately.

Later, however, no one from outside comes in to look for her. Every time, they just deliver foods and waters.

I can’t tell the time, but I just feel it’s getting colder and colder. Phoenix is still coughing, harder and harder every day.

But there’s an acquaintance around. It’s still good. I finally have time to sleep. When I am sleeping, she will be awake. Although we don’t speak, but we make a tacit distinction between different breaks, so that we can avoid the attack from those bastards in the cabin when we are sleeping.

Bang!

I wake up in my sleep, feeling that the ship is rocking violently and there are a lot of the alarms around. Then I hear the door of the cabin being kicked open with a bang, and several crew members are rushing in with the guns and shouting a few words. Then I see the people in the cabin are running out, but then I hear a few gunshots, and the crowds are screaming in fear.

Several crew members are kicking us away. I pull Phoenix to get up, feel her hands are very cold, and then we are squeezing out in the crowd.

As soon as we go out, I feel a shiver. It’s cold and windy outside. But there’s a vast sea around us, and I can not see the land at all.

We are driven to the bow and the crew members on deck are all busy. The black man, with a fierce and impatient face, directing the crews to drive us to the side of the ship.

At that time, with a “Bang”, a few metres to the left of the ship, a wave is bursting out on the sea. I can clearly hear that it is a cannon thunder!

Immediately, I’m looking back and see a ship in the distance on the sea horizon. The outline of the ship is faintly visible, with the national flag flying on it and there are the shrill whistles.

The crew members have surrounded us. I’m shouting to them: “What’s the matter? What’s the matter?!”

Phoenix is frightened and trembling. By this time, the black man is standing not far from me, pointing to the people in front of the crowd, and then signifying something.

I see… He is forceing us to jump into the sea!

The man in front clearly understands what he meant too, but who dare to jump into the sea?

The black man does not hesitate to shoot him on the head!

Bang!

A blood arrow is shooting from that man’s head and he is falling straight into the sea.

The crowds immediately seem like a frightened flock of sheep, are all snarled up!

The crew members are shooting and have killed two more people, but the crowds are chaotic, and they seem to be somewhat uncontrollable. I immediately pull Phoenix turn to the back of the deck and run. I can hear the gunfires behind us. We meet a crew face to face. I immediately punch him on the face to knock him down, and pick up his gun. Then I see a life buoy hanging on the wall, I grab it and put it around Phoenix’s neck.

The crowds behind have begun to shout less, gunfires are intense, and fewer and fewer people are shouting. Phoenix and I are hiding behind a barrel and watching the guys killing the stowaways. Their bodies are thrown to the sea.

I know what I have to do now!

I clench my teeth and push Phoenix to the side of the ship. I say to her quickly: “Let’s all listen to our fate!” Then I push her out of the deck. She’s crying and falling into the sea.

There’s that much I can do, and I don’t know whether she can survive. At least I have given her the only lifebuoy!

The deck is still noisy, but when the two of us appear, we are immediately been seen. I hear the gunshots are ringing around me. I immediately fall over and pull the trigger. The bullets of my gun are blindly shooting.

Then I turn over, bend down to go to the other side. My goal is very clear!

I see the black man is standing side by side with two crew members!

All of a sudden, I’m rushing over, hugging the black man in one hand, and then in the crowd’s sceaming, we are both falling into the sea.

With a splash, seawater is splashing around me. The sea is squeezing me in all directions, cold and piercing!

The black man is struggling from the beginning, but the moment I hold him in my arms, I have reached for the dagger in his waist and pulling it out quickly. I twist his waist and shoulder behind him. He’s struggling hard in the seawater. I know my swimming skill is worse than him. So, for the first moment, I have given him a sharp cut on the neck.

No sound. In the sea, my ears are flooded, and I can hear nothing at all.

I loosen him, then a little away, I clearly see a stream of blood is coming out of his neck and dyed red sea water. He’s still struggling, hand covering his neck, as if desperately trying to hold on. I lean back again, dagger is sticking to his back, and then stabbing in!

Under the wash of the sea, he has turned his face, which was formerly fierce, but now full of fear and despair. His eyes are staring at me.

Suddenly I’m laughing, and then I press him on the shoulder and put him to the bottom of the sea.

He has stopped struggling, stiffened, and sinking before my eyes.

Looking at him, I say silently in my heart: I have said, I will kill you!