With a wave of arms, the blood on the machete was removed, and the machete was lifted, and Fan Yize walked toward the cave.

In the cave, three urgent and hurried gasps were clear in the ear, and Fan Yize walked into the cave in such a clear way.

The entrance of the three-person cave is a passageway of three or four meters long, and the cave space in the passageway is expanded, with almost seventy or eighty square meters.

When Fan Yize walked into the cave at the first glance, he saw several heads hanging from the cave.

The blood-losed head, white and bloodless, the neck cut by sharp weapons is no longer blood.

Eight heads, just right with the eight corpses in the pit outside, but this is not the most dazzling, under the hanging head, a long table, a woman covered with blood lying on it, the hands and feet on both sides, the blood dripping, the faint gasping, there is still a breath in front of it.

Bloody body, can be seen, this is only a girl in her twenties, cruel destruction, rotten under the body also inserted an iron rod.

In the cave, four Chinese men who were bound together were all wounds, and at this moment, their throats had been cut off and dead, only hatred and no fear.

In the cave, a Dutch East Indian in uniform, carrying a boy of seven or eight with a knife in his hand, placed a knife on the boy's neck, and shouted at Fan Yize, "Put down your weapon immediately, or he will die."

In the shouting, the dagger in his hand was gently strung over the little boy's neck, pulling out a shallow wound, and the warning was full of meaning.

Fan Yize did not respond to each other, and his attention was on the little boy.

In this little boy's body, Fan Yize did not see the slightest fear, should be in the child's pupils, only saw the boundless cold, even if the throat was opened to the wound, there was no pain and fear, some only strong killing and hatred.

Fan Yize did not pay attention to the Dutch East Indian who was holding the child hostage, but asked the little boy around the interesting Chinese language: "Are you really not afraid?"

“Slay... him...” The little boy’s answer was very simple, and he didn’t care if he would die.

“Damn, put down your arms.”Behind him, the Dutch East Indian man, with a face of madness and, of course, fear, kept on the dagger in his hand, but slightly trembling, his bluff, exposed his bluff.

Fan Yize then set his eyes on this man, if not quickly save the little boy, the other side because of fear of hands, will also let the little boy die.

Only those who are not afraid of death deserve to live.

But the way to save people is also to see, on both sides of the passage, there are two heavy gasps, it is obvious that someone is in ambush.

Fan Yize first unbuckled his belt, put down the sniper rifle, and then put down the composite bow and quiver, which made the dagger in the other hand and slightly left the little boy's neck.

“Put the knife down.”The Dutch East India man who held the little boy, seeing that Fan Yize actually did it, suddenly settled down and continued to threaten Fan Yize.

Fan Yize nodded, and directly kept the machete in front of him, and everything was as the other party hoped.

The Dutch East Indies man looked up and down for a moment, and after finding nothing in Fan Yize that he could threaten him, he smiled and shouted, "Come over."

Even if no threat is found, the Dutch East Indies man is still very careful to let Fan Yize come forward, and at this moment, the two Dutch East Indians who are lying in the cave on both sides of the cave are machete in the tight handshake, and as long as Fan Yize comes over, he will cut them to death.

Everything in the direction they designed, the little boy who was being held in constant motions to look at Fan Yize, but Fan Yize seemed to have noticed nothing, and when Fan Yize was about to enter the cave, the little boy hurriedly shouted: "Be careful..."

Beware of the two words just shouted out, the machetes of the two Dutch East Indian men on either side of the cave were cut down toward Fan Yize's head, but Fan Yize's hands were faster than they were, the machetes of the two men had not yet fallen, and Fan Yize's hands gently stroked their throats.

And the moment the little boy shouted out, the Dutch East India man who held the little boy was angry from his heart, the dagger was about to be cut off, and the little boy was about to die, and the result was to grasp the palm of the dagger and fall directly to the ground.

Throughout the whole process, no one at the scene saw what was going on, and for a moment, everything seemed to solidify.

When the Dutch East Indian man howled because of the sharp pain, two ambush on the left and right of the Dutch East Indians, two blood swords spewed from the throat, the two men covered the throat of blood, and struggled painfully, waiting for death.

The fastest reaction was the little boy, who had broken free of the Dutch East India man before he saw two daggers as thin as cicdas and as clear as liquid in his hands.

The fine hair-like knife body, like the shape of the dagger, it looks like no weight of the sheet of paper, and it looks like a transparent mirror.

After cutting open the throat of the two people, even the wound can not be seen, or the blood that is not sprayed, and the cause of death of the two people can not be seen at all.It is also easy to cut off the palms, and it is never stained with blood.

As soon as the palms turned over, the two daggers disappeared into Fan Yize's hands, ignoring the Dutch East India man who was crying on the ground, Fan Yize squatted in front of the little boy, took out a medical bag to treat the little boy with the wound.

At this moment, the little boy's eyes were full of curiosity and his eyes were full of admiration.

It may be that suddenly remembered something, Fan Yize just gave him a simple bandage, the little boy jumped on the little girl lying on the table, his eyes could not stop falling, choking and shouting: "Sister..."

Fan Yize took off his shirt, approved on the little girl's body, may be the call of the little boy, the little girl's eyes appeared a look, turned to look at the little boy, seems to want to say what, and only blood bubbles in her mouth, her tongue has been cut off.

The thought of death in his eyes, and the fear of death.

Fan Yize read out the other person's thoughts, he did not refuse, took out a long needle for acupuncture, and when he touched the little girl, he said, "Your brother will grow up healthy."

The voice fell, the long needle fell into the little girl's head, the process of death did not have any pain, in the eyes of the little girl, only the color of liberation.

“Sister...” The little boy saw his sister who closed her eyes, noticed something, and lay down on the little girl crying, the heartbreaking and even more angry.