in2ebook Chapter 294 I Don’t Kill Them, I Am Chinese
Chapter 294 I Don’t Kill Them, I Am Chinese
Chapter 294 If I don't kill them, I'm not worthy of being a Chinese
The kid survived, but Brother Xiong's condition was very serious, so he asked the doctor not to waste any more time.
The train is not a hospital, and there is a shortage of equipment and personnel, so there is no possibility of saving him, so he wants to see Chu Xin.
When she rescued the man, Chu Xin knew that Brother Xiong was in a very bad condition, so she didn't feel surprised when a flight attendant came over and said that Brother Xiong wanted to see her.
Brother Xiong and Wa Zi were taken to the flight attendant's lounge for treatment. Wa Zi was moved out after being treated. At this time, only Brother Xiong and the flight attendant were inside, and all irrelevant personnel had left.
Chu Xin walked closer and closer, and stopped at the door, feeling a little uncomfortable. Chu Yunting patted her and said with emotion:
"Go in. Human life is like this, fragile and unpredictable."
When he joined the army, he had just finished a war and had never been on the battlefield. Later, he was transferred to the Central Special Branch, where he faced extremely vicious spies and agents. He became indifferent to life and death.
I don't know why I said something in my mind.
"Xiao Chu, people in our line of work have to get used to this. Not to mention strangers, even acquaintances, even me, could..."
"Shut up! Tell your aunt what you just said if you have the guts!"
Chu Xin interrupted him harshly.
I just wanted to calm down, but he was almost leaving his last words here.
Chu Yunting shut up and slapped himself lightly.
"It brings you bad luck."
Chu Xin put her hand on the doorknob and turned it, then opened the door and walked in. The captain's lounge was not big, and the bed, which was not wide to begin with, looked even smaller next to Brother Xiong.
The blood on his body had been cleaned off, and he lay quietly until he heard the sound of the door opening and slowly opened his eyes.
The pale lips moved for a long time before finally making a sound.
"Lesbians...we are really destined to meet each other like this."
Chu Xin stood in front of him, not knowing what to say, nor understanding what he wanted to say to her, so she remained silent.
Be a quiet listener.
Xiong Ge took a breath before continuing, "They said...they said the kid should live. Is that true?"
For some reason, he only believed Chu Xin.
Chu Xin nodded, "Yes, he is alive."
The light in Brother Xiong's eyes became brighter, as if he was suddenly injected with a breath of air. He looked a lot more energetic and had more strength to speak.
"I know that there aren't many people like us who are good at the black market. We either get robbed by the black market or go to jail. We live in fear. It's hard and dangerous. That's why I don't marry or have children to avoid causing trouble for others."
Brother Xiong smiled. His ferocious face no longer looked so cowardly due to excessive blood loss. His smile was even a little silly.
"Luckily, God has been kind to me. I have a child to keep me company."
His eyes seemed to be empty, and he seemed to be getting happier and happier as if he had seen something.
"When I first met him, he was so tiny, barely even as tall as my waist and couldn't even speak. Yet, I managed to raise him to this age. Now that I think about it, I'm really capable."
Chu Xin thought about it and finally agreed with him.
"Well, you're amazing."
When Xiong heard her words, his smile widened, but then he calmed down and his tone became serious.
"I once swore that I would never set foot in Myanmar again. I hate the people there. My brothers all stayed there.
You don't know that those who are not of my race must have different hearts. So many people died, how could it be that they were all killed by the encirclement and suppression by the Sakura people, and those ungrateful Burmese people!
I narrowly escaped death when entering Myanmar, but I didn't expect it would be even harder to leave Myanmar. I was the only one who made it out alive and became a deserter of the Kuomintang. I didn't want to stay there anymore. It was not worth it to sacrifice for the Burmese people!
Those bloody scenes would appear before my eyes whenever I closed my eyes, tormenting me day by day.
Until I escaped back to my hometown and saw the kid.
He was the same age as those child soldiers who went to the battlefield in Yunnan Province like adults. Seeing this made me even more heartbroken. I made up my mind to raise him well and keep him alive at all costs.
Wuuuuu… Let him live, being alive is hope, so I won’t have nightmares again.
People say I'm his benefactor, but that's not true. It was he who saved me and saved me from being tortured to death by those experiences."
Chu Xin clenched her fists tightly, her heart aching and swollen. She brought the water on the table and fed it to him to moisten his throat.
"So when you had the accident this time, did you take the child to Myanmar?"
She couldn't understand why she would go back there if it was a nightmare place.
Brother Xiong stopped crying, tilted his head and swallowed hard before continuing:
"Although I'm back, my brothers are still worried about me. The government said earlier that Myanmar would properly resettle those CEF martyrs who didn't return. I just wanted to have a burial place so that I could bring them back when things get better.
Ever since I killed the old monkey who trafficked people to Myanmar last time, people in Myanmar have also been targeting me. In addition, I dreamed of the tragic deaths of my brothers, so I thought of secretly going to Myanmar and paying tribute to those brothers who died in the war.
But we are in the northwest, far away and the information flows slowly, so we don’t know the situation on the border, and we don’t know that a large-scale anti-Chinese incident broke out in Myanmar in June.
With the connivance of the military government, Burmese thugs smashed, looted and burned the Chinese, and attacked Chinese shops and homes. Many Chinese were shot and killed, and the surviving Chinese were forced to flee.
Although the incident had occurred several months ago when we went there and was not as intense as it was at the beginning, the Burmese people still had deep hostility towards the Chinese.
When we got there, we realized that the timing was wrong. My kid and I discussed it and decided that we should pay our respects to our brothers before going back, otherwise we don’t know when the next time will be.
We disguised ourselves and sneaked into Burma to find the place where our brothers died, but you know what? We couldn't find the burial site where they said the fallen expeditionary soldiers would be buried. After much searching, we realized there wasn't one, nothing!
Brother Xiong said this and pounded the bed and cried bitterly.
"No, there's nothing. Not even a gravestone for a joint burial, not even a burial mound. Woo woo woo...
They, those ungrateful bastards, just piled up the bodies and buried them casually. That is the most disrespectful way to bury the dead. Some villages even raised livestock on the bodies.
Damn, they raise livestock on it, is this something a human would do?!"
Chu Xin didn't expect this result. He was very angry at the moment and didn't interrupt Brother Xiong from crying and venting his anger. He was speaking up for the heroic souls who remained in Myanmar.
"I was so angry and my thoughts were very extreme, but for the sake of my child, I endured it and left Myanmar without staying any longer.
Perhaps God had mercy on me, knowing how hard I had endured, and when we crossed the border, we happened to encounter human traffickers returning with goods, and my son and I immediately started fighting them."
"But you were defeated and then survived?"
Chu Xin asked him.
Xiong's eyes widened with rage, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Originally, we could have gotten away with killing a few people, but we accidentally learned that those traffickers not only sold people but also drugs, and they even collaborated with the Sakura people to transport drugs out of the Yun Province border.
Those damned bastards have harmed so many people in Yunnan Province. The souls of the martyrs in Tengchong's National Cemetery haven't even rested in peace yet, and they're already colluding with each other again. I'd be unworthy of being a Chinese if I didn't kill them!"