Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Chapter 956 Watching the Japanese Devils Kill Each Other

The six Japanese soldiers stared intently at the spinning bottle. The bottle's rotation slowed down, and just as it was about to stop spinning, Lieutenant Gu Zi had already gripped the rope tightly.

When the bottle stopped spinning completely and the opening was pointed at the Japanese private, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a still somewhat immature face, the Japanese lieutenant pounced on him like a vicious wolf.

"Ah—" The Japanese private instinctively yelled, leaned back, and kicked the Japanese lieutenant.

With a "thud," the Japanese lieutenant was kicked squarely, his body falling to the side, and the young private took the opportunity to retreat.

"Baka!" the lieutenant roared, flipping off the ground and grabbing the rope as he lunged forward again.

The private hurriedly dodged, but the lieutenant relentlessly pounced on a wolf, and the two eventually wrestled and roared at each other.

The Japanese lieutenant was in his early twenties, not yet thirty, and in the prime of his life. The private, on the other hand, was still a young boy whose body had not yet fully developed. He was far inferior to the lieutenant in both strength and endurance. After only a few exchanges, the lieutenant strangled the private with a rope.

"Ugh—" The private opened his mouth wide, trying to catch his breath, but with his neck being strangled, he couldn't breathe at all. The suffocation made his eyes roll back, and his face gradually turned red.

He instinctively reached out to free himself, but the Japanese lieutenant wouldn't let him. He tightened the rope around his neck and pressed his knee against his back, preventing him from breaking free or freeing himself.

The Japanese boy struggled desperately, his body rolling around and his legs kicking violently, but all of this was in vain. With his throat being strangled, his strength was waning due to suffocation, and these were just his last struggles before death.

Gradually, his struggles weakened until he stopped moving altogether.

The Japanese lieutenant, completely exhausted, loosened the rope and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

At this moment, a Japanese lieutenant colonel looked at Zhang Yunhe and asked, "Sir, what should we do if the bottle stops next time and the opening is pointed at the person spinning it?"

Zhang Yunhe said calmly, "That's simple. If this happens, I encourage someone else to take the initiative to kill him, no matter what method they use. They will get a bye in the next round and can rejoin next time!"

The remaining five Japanese soldiers exchanged glances, each with their own plans.

In reality, this rule has a great advantage for the strong and healthy, since even the strong and healthy can resist as the victims of torture, while the executioners have no advantage in terms of weapons, having only a rope, which is of little use as a weapon and merely serves as a tool.

Three minutes later, Zhang Yunhe shouted, "The intermission is over. The game continues. It's the captain's turn to spin the bottle!"

The Japanese captain quickly got up, ran over, grabbed the rope, and placed it beside him. He looked at the other four Japanese soldiers, took a deep breath, and then reached out and gripped the bottle, giving it a sharp twist.

The bottle spun rapidly, making a whooshing sound, a death knell that made the five Japanese soldiers tremble involuntarily.

A minute passed, and the bottle was about to stop spinning. The bottle mouth was about to stop in front of the Japanese captain who was spinning the bottle. The Japanese major sitting opposite him was the strongest of the five men. He immediately got up and pounced on the Japanese captain, who had not yet reacted, like a hungry tiger.

"Ah—!" the Japanese captain yelled, wildly waving his hands around.

The Japanese major who was pressing down on him raised his huge fist and started hitting the Japanese captain on the head with all his might, punch after punch, until the Japanese captain's mind went blank, his thoughts stopped, and he was unable to fight back.

The Japanese captain suddenly remembered the hemp rope in his hand and immediately put it around the neck of the Japanese major. The Japanese major was shocked and immediately used both hands to tightly strangle the Japanese captain's neck, and even used his weight to desperately press down on him.

The Japanese captain, whose neck was being choked, rolled his eyes instantly. He threw away the rope and immediately started wildly scratching and hitting the Japanese major's face. However, the Japanese major's arms were longer than the captain's, and the captain couldn't hit him at all.

The remaining three Japanese soldiers stood aside, trembling with fear, watching the two men engage in a desperate struggle.

At this moment, the Japanese private first class among the three saw that the two were about to determine a winner, and that the Japanese captain was about to be strangled to death. His eyes flickered, and finally he seemed to make up his mind.

He immediately rushed out, picked up the rope that the Japanese captain had thrown down, and quickly put the rope around the Japanese major's neck, strangling him with all his might, while using one foot to brace against the Japanese major's back.

The Japanese major was choked from behind and couldn't breathe. He had to let go of the hands that were gripping the Japanese captain beneath him and lift them up to untie the rope around his neck.

As the Japanese private tightened the rope, he shouted to the other two men, "Hurry up and help us! If we don't kill him, he'll kill us all!"

The private's shout reminded the other two that the major was the strongest and most powerful. If the game continued, the major would most likely be the one to survive. He would kill them all because he was the strongest, most powerful, and had the best physical condition. No one else could beat him.

Only if everyone works together to kill him will any one of them have any hope of survival, since their fighting abilities are roughly equal.

The other two immediately pounced on him. One pinned down the major's body and arms, while the other pinned down his legs, rendering him unable to move. Everyone roared, desperately trying to survive.

In less than a minute, the Japanese major finally stopped struggling and died thanks to the combined efforts of the three men.

The three Japanese soldiers lay on the ground, panting heavily, like deflated balloons.

Zhang Yunhe quietly looked at the four remaining Japanese soldiers and the five dead ones.

With only four Japanese soldiers playing Russian roulette, it wasn't very fun anymore, so Zhang Yunhe decided to try a different game.

A few minutes later, after the four Japanese soldiers had rested enough and regained their strength, Zhang Yunhe reached out and pulled a dagger from the door panel and said to them, "Next, we'll play another game, and you can all participate!"

"See this dagger in my hand?" Zhang Yunhe brandished the dagger, then flicked his arm, and the dagger "whooshed" into the opposite wall.

"The next game is for you to stand side by side facing a dagger. When I say 'start,' you rush over to grab the dagger. After you grab the dagger, kill the others, and you can survive. Come and line up!"

Under Zhang Yunhe's intimidating gesture of brandishing his gun, the four Japanese soldiers had no choice but to walk over, turn around, and stand side by side facing the dagger on the wall.

Zhang Yunhe said, "I want to remind you that only one person can survive. Don't trust anyone, because the person you trust may betray you at the most crucial moment!"

"Alright, the game is now starting!"