Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 107

"The sea of ​​people is vast, but this ghost is always there. It is watching you in the dark, but you can't catch this ghost in human skin."

Three years ago, Gongzhou.

January 10th.

Boom! The door of the abandoned house was pushed open. The cold wind swept into the room, causing the countless dust particles to suddenly rose up in the dim light, and then gradually fall down.

"Come in," A-Jie ordered in a low voice.

The young man being held by him was extremely thin, his face was completely bloodless, his lips were pale blue, and even his shoulder bones were protruding. Probably because he had been deprived of vision for a long time, after the blindfold was suddenly taken off, his eyes couldn't accept the outside light. His eyes were half-closed, and his black eyelashes were condensed with sweat. There were dark circles under his haggard eyes, forming a tired arc at the end.

The light was indeed too dim, and most of the interior scene was only outlined by a few hazy lines.

Just by the silhouette, no one would be able to recognize this young man, who was the captain of the second Anti-drug Division of Gongzhou, Jiang Ting, who was kidnapped back a few months ago.

Jiang Ting was half-supported and half-pushed by A-Jie to enter the door. Someone stepped forward to put a gun on his head, and someone stuffed a hard, cold object into his weak hand - it was a gun.

A-Jie picked up the phone and placed it against Jiang Ting's ear, and then the nightmarish gentle, and cruel voice sounded:

"Kill the undercover agent in front of you, and you will be free."

"No, I can't do it. I..."

"You can."

"No. Just kill me, kill me quickly-"

"You can do it," the King of Spades was still very patient, saying with a smile "You don't want to die, Jiang Ting. Of all the people I've ever met, you're the last person who wants to die. In any desperate situation, you won't give up trying to get even the slightest bit of life. It's your nature, you were born like this, so you can do it."

"......"

"Kill him, then you'll be free, or you'll die here too."

Jiang Ting gasped for breath, and the hand holding the gun trembled violently. He had never been so afraid of guns in his life. It seemed that what he was holding was not the handle of the gun, but the cold fangs of a snake. The venom penetrated his skin and soaked the blood until it brought death to the heart.

"Jiang Ting," said the King of Spades, his tone full of inducement, "Didn't you say you can beat me? Show me the proof."

After an unknown amount of time, the hand that A-Jie had been staring at finally moved-

The gun was slowly lifted into the air, and then the muzzle turned and pointed toward Jiang Ting's own temple!

"F*ck!" A-Jie scolded, and in the blink of an eye turned the muzzle in Jiang Ting's hand, only to hear: Bang!

The figure in the dark corner ahead shook, slipped against the wall, and fell weakly to the ground.

There was dead silence for more than ten seconds, and then there was a snap, and the gun in Jiang Ting's hand fell to the ground.

His last nerve which was tensed to the limit was finally broken. He leaned back and was grabbed by A-Jie, who forcibly opened his eyelids and looked at his pupils, shouting sharply, "Sedative!"