Chapter 457

"Aunt min Huixian, I accidentally learned of such a case."

Mu Ning Fu, in fact, refers to a piece of news sealed up by the National Security Archives Department of South Myanmar when she was dealing with this matter in her previous life, which belongs to the state's top secret.

"Auntie min Huixian, the authenticity of this information. Since the incident happened 18 years ago, you can only negotiate with Mr. min Aung Lai, senior minister of South Myanmar."

"Ning Fu... Say it quickly..." Min Huixian was extremely upset and asked Mu Ning Fu with a cry. It seemed that she had already felt that the news was obviously not a good news.

Yan Zhongzhe, however, was obviously lax in his eyes and unstable in his mind. His hand holding the gun was shaking all the time, becoming more and more sharp.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! If he doesn't die, you die! "

From nowhere, some children's voices, from far to near, and finally from all directions, clamored in Yan Zhongzhe's ears.

In the chaos, Yan Zhongzhe's ears tinnitus. In the jungle, the sound of gunfire and the clamour of children in camouflage clothes rang out in his ears again, "kill him! Kill him! Kill him! If he doesn't die, you die! "

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Yan Zhongzhe had hallucinations.

At the moment, he suddenly found himself not in the Xipo gravel field, but in the scorching rainforest of the Mekong River, in that humble hut.

He's back? He's back? Back in that terrible rainforest?

There were more than twenty child soldiers in the golden triangle, all in camouflage suits, semi-automatic carrying carbines, and surrounded him with another child, one of the five children abducted by Weng Sha.

Each child soldier gave them a revolver, indicating that they would play the infamous Russian roulette game and shoot each other.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! If he doesn't die, you die! " The twisted faces and ferocious cries of child soldiers will never be forgotten by Yan Zhongzhe.

In that group of child soldiers, the leader was a bald boy, who was about ten years old, just like him.

The little bareheaded general is wengsha, the son of nukang. General Wawa is dressed in camouflage clothes. He is full of colorful tribal totems. He can only see a thin lip and the corners of his mouth are cocked up. He is excited and slightly twitching because of the coming blood.

Weng Sha, a bareheaded general, deserves to be the son of nukang. He has learned to smoke at a young age. He sits on a tiger leather chair with a submachine gun in his hand.

"General! Are you ready to start? " Facing the fierce child, a respectful ran forward and asked the doll general with a totem on his face.

"Let's go!" The bald Weng Sha snuffed out the cigarette end and ordered, "kill!"

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him Around the child soldiers will Yan Zhongzhe and the child into a circle, crazy shouting, bloody confrontation, so that they are excited to twist.

The wet rain forest of the golden triangle is always a breeding ground for evil.

Yan Zhongzhe and the child opposite each hold a gun, and both revolvers have only one bullet - this is the Russian roulette game, playing with heartbeat.

In the rain forest of Nuokang on the Mekong River, the most popular killing game for child soldiers is that only one person can survive.

In the clamor, Yan Zhongzhe, who is only ten years old, and this child, began to shoot each other.

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