The boy slowly closed his eyes, and a crystal teardrop slowly overflowed from the corner of his eyes and rolled down his tender cheeks.

Then he pulled the trigger because, he didn't choose, his own destiny was also under the control of others.

"Da da da da da..."

A slalom bullet shot at the hostage, and the other party's body was quickly knocked into a hornet's nest, and he died of vomiting blood in an instant.

"Child, you're doing a pretty job!" Morio walked to the boy who stopped and praised.

The boy opened his eyes and looked at the dead body on the wooden stake, his face full of self-blame and fear.

This was his first time killing someone, and a living life died in his hands, making his heart full of guilt.

His hands holding the gun were trembling constantly.

Morio asked, "What's your name?"

"Sumer."

"Sumer, from now on, you will be the captain of these baby soldiers."

"But I killed someone." The young man responded in a panic.

"You don't have to blame yourself, because the people you kill are all damn people, and if you want to become a real warrior, you have to kill people."

Morio reminded the other party, "If you are soft-hearted and unable to kill the other party, then what you leave will be dead."

"Oh." Summer nodded as if he had some clarity.

Morio urged the other teenagers: "Why don't the others learn from Summer quickly. From now on, you must obey his arrangements and commands."

Seeing that no one was shaken, he said to Summer again: "This is your subordinate. I hope they can obey you, otherwise you may not be a qualified commander."

Summer was attacked by the stimulus, and as soon as he became a small official, he decided to perform well in front of the leader. After all, the new official took office for three shots.

"Since everyone has come here, they have become soldiers."

Summer said seriously, "What are warriors? They have to fight bloody battles. They must not be indecisive. You don't even dare to kill hostages now. How can you go to the battlefield in the future?"

"What's the use of a soldier who can't get on the battlefield?"

"Ba, bha, bha!"

Morio slowly clapped, "Well said, if each of you is so insightful like Summer, my Holy Church will surely make a comeback."

At this age, most of the teenagers like to compete for their strength and be competitive. Many people are very dissatisfied with praise when Summer was received.

They even felt that the position of the team leader should be the one who should sit on it.

"Isn't it just shooting someone? Who can't!"

A child picked up the slight rush in his hand and shot wildly at the white-haired old man directly in front of him.

"Da da da da da da da da!"

He couldn't help but shoot out all the bullets in the gun, then threw the gun to the ground, gasping for breath.

Looking at the bloody corpse, he was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, his face pale as if it were a piece of white paper.

"Yes, are there any real warriors?" Morio also encouraged.

After several inner struggles, the other baby soldiers also began to shoot the hostages one after another.

For a moment, gunfire was loudly sounded, and bullets were densely packed like flying locusts. On a row of wooden stakes, dead bodies could be seen everywhere, and blood flowed into a river.

"That's right."

In the bloody mist, Morio laughed loudly and was energetic. It seemed that the more the children were killing, the happier he was.

This group of baby soldiers is really important to him. They can both keep watch and act as human bombs and create terrorist incidents. In many cases, they are even more powerful than adult militants.

"Come on, brothers, let's respect these brave little warriors."

Morio ordered his men to "full the wine."

"yes!"

Dozens of militants brought wine and cups, placed the cups on several tables, and filled them one by one.

Then Morio took the lead and said to the baby soldiers: "Come on, warriors!"

The baby soldiers have not recovered from panic and disorder. At this moment, they urgently need to numb their nerves from alcohol, because only in this way can they forget the pain and inner guilt.

They scrambled to pick up the wine glasses, and then they heard the little captain of the baby soldier, Summer, say: "Come on, let's get up and give our leader a drink!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank the spirits in the glass in one go.

"Ahem cough cough..."

Many young people were choked by the strong and spicy wine and burst into tears. They were very confused and felt that only this wine could make them forget everything at this moment and not let their thinking be sober.

...

After Morio trained the baby soldier to kill, he received an extremely confidential call, which was called by General O'Brien, the National Army.

The other party said, "I don't know whether to sympathize with you or congratulate you."

Morio was slightly puzzled: "Why did General O'Brien say this?"

"The reason for sympathy is that the Holy Church organization suffered heavy damage and almost destroyed the entire army. Since its establishment, it has never encountered such a heavy blow."

O'Brien breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "What I want to congratulate is that you are still alive, and people all over the world are kept in the dark. They thought that you were the one who was beaten to death in the base camp. They gathered in China to celebrate with all their hearts, but they didn't know that they were fooled by you like monkeys."

"Did you call me just to congratulate me?"

Morio was not very polite tone for O'Brien, because this guy was very arrogant and looked down upon, and didn't even take the master behind him seriously. Otherwise, how could he become the leader of a terrorist?

"Of course not. I am reminding you not to think that you can do whatever you want by surviving by chance. Recently, you should be more low-key and let people continue to live in the illusion, thinking that you are dead."

O'Brien warned carefully, "You must know that if there is a big disturbance, it will make people feel suspicious. You feel that the person who was beaten to death that day is not you. Then your trouble will come, and someone or relevant organizations will secretly assassinate you."

"Want to kill me Morio? Dream!"

Morio snorted coldly, "In this world, God is the only one who can take me away, and no one else is qualified!"

The arrogant, full of arrogance, and the tone of the costume made O'Brien shake his head speechless.

Being arrogant is not necessarily a bad thing, but you need to have a degree, grasp the size, be frivolous and arrogant at one time, and in the end you will suffer the only oneself, no matter how strong and background you have.

Even if you are the best in the world, everything is temporary. After all, there are latecomers and a counterattack.

Invisibly, arrogance is like an iron elm, unconsciously digging a tomb for its owner.

(End of this chapter)
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