"No, please let us live."
"Me too, please let me live."
"I was forced to catch children. It's all Dongdu and Urahara Organization's fault."
"Me too."
"I can lead you to them. Please let me live."
"Me too."
"I still have a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter that I snatched away. I can't die yet."
"Me too, wuwuwuwuwu..."
When the two remaining uninjured gangsters heard that He-El was going to kill them, they were so frightened that they knelt down and cried bitterly, with pleading words constantly coming out of their mouths.
The others, except for the one whose hamstring was broken, covered his hamstring and turned pale; the two whose stomachs and intestines came out were lying on the ground with bloodless faces. They were already breathing more out than in, their eyes were half-closed, and they were unable to moan, but they would naturally bleed to death after a while.
The only ones in the audience who had a broken hamstring were Wei Shi and two uninjured gangsters. They couldn't imagine the tragic Destiny that would follow. They cried bitterly and began to regret entering Urahara Organization.
This is different from what the boss said. They follow Boss Uhua and they should be running rampant here, burning, looting, killing, and doing whatever they want. No one would want to fight against an organization with Bleach behind it.
In just a few days, even a child can kill them. Why is this happening? This is unreasonable.
No one cares about their psychology. The one who controls their life and death now is He-El.
Ichimaru Gin saw He-El's plain and broad profile profile, his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth curved wider.
He put down the persimmon cake in his hand, walked over to the little gangster who was covering his hamstrings, his face turned pale, and kept moving back in fear, picked up a handful of ribs, and raised the ribs with a smile on his fox-like face, "Can you please close your eyes?"
"No!!!"
The little gangster with a broken hamstring turned around and crawled on the ground crazily using his hands and feet to escape. Ichimaru Gin stepped after him, lifted his ribs, and inserted it into his back at the heart.
Blood spattered onto Ichimaru Gin's fox-like pale face, giving him a bit of cruelty.
Ichimaru Gin also twisted the ribs thoughtfully to help the little gangster die quickly. Seeing that the man under him was dead, he pulled out the ribs and stood up, his smiling face unchanged.
He-El glanced at him.
I feel like I worry too much.
In a poor place like Rukongai, even children must have the courage and cruelty to kill others in order to survive.
Otherwise, he will be kidnapped by these gangsters like other children, with unpredictable consequences.
"It's your turn."
Ichimaru Gin threw the bloody ribs in front of Rangiku and said.
Rangiku looked at Ichimaru Gin, who was pale and smiling, and then turned to look at He-El, seeing the two miserable gangsters kneeling down begging for mercy.
She looked at the scarlet blood, frowned, and said with an unbearable expression, "It's too bloody to use ribs. I might be killed by these two crying guys. Why don't I pick up a stone and kill those two guys with intestinal bleeding to show that I'm not that fragile?"
The two people with runny stomachs obviously had their last breath left and were groaning feebly. When they suddenly heard Rangiku's words, they were so shocked that their eyes bulged out and they stared at Rangiku with bloodshot eyes.
I didn't expect that you, a girl, could be such a cruel child. We are all going to die. You will not let us go until your last breath.
With their eyes wide open in shock, they held back their last breath of displeasure and were pissed to death by Rangiku's words.
Obviously, even Rangiku, a girl, has a clear mind about what she should do, and does not have random kindness and intolerance towards her enemies.
If Urahara Organization's people weren't catching the children, Rangiku wouldn't actually have to flee the village.
Life in the village is harder, but at least you can survive and occasionally have enough to eat.
And since Urahara Organization's people came to the village, Rangiku could only escape from the village and look for food next to the village. Until there was no other way, he stayed away from the village and prepared to die.
Under this kind of experience, if you could forgive two gangsters after seeing them crying, that would be a mortal saint, not her Rangiku.
But Rangiku really felt that if he got close to these two guys, he would be counterattacked, so he suggested helplessly.
He-El just wanted to see the reaction of the two people, but now he saw it, it was much better than he had expected. He thought that Rangiku would not be able to bear it, and would tremble and dare not kill, but now he heard her words.
You don't dare to kill. This is a very rational analysis of the environment at the scene and your own abilities.
Very nice and thoughtful.
Seeing this, there was no need to ask Rangiku to kill her. She could make her own judgment. He-El carried Cherry Blossom Fall on her shoulders and walked towards the two gangsters who were crying and regretting.
"Turn your head, it'll be fine, it will be quick." He-El waved his hand, indicating that they should turn their heads, and show the last bit of kindness to such evil people who are unable to resist, so that they can die faster.
"No!"
The two howled loudly, hugging each other and shivering.
A 'clang' sound.
He-El's right hand seemed to be unable to pull out Cherry Blossom Fall. He threw the scabbard into the air and kept spinning like a fan behind his back. The blade of the blade formed a stream of light in the sun. It simply and easily passed through the necks of the two gangsters and accurately cut the neck joints. The two heads flew up effortlessly, and blood spurted three meters high.
Cherry Blossom Fall inserted it back from the shoulder, just in time to insert it into the rotating scabbard. The sword was put into the sheath, lowered, and then placed on his shoulder. He-El avoided the spray of blood and walked towards the Puhua headquarters in the village.
Rangiku in the back has already started to move stones, trying to hit these two guys with runny stomachs, to show that he is also determined to kill people like Ichimaru Gin.
But she was weak and weak, and the persimmon cake she ate was almost digested. She could not lift the nearby stones at all, and her stomach growled again. She had to let go of the two corpses panting, asked Ichimaru Gin for another piece of persimmon cake to eat, and followed He-El into the Urahara Organization headquarters in the village.
The people in the village obviously saw this violent incident happening, and villagers kept looking out of the cracks in the windows, looking at them with complex and worried eyes.
"It's really stupid to kill the vice president Urahara Organization and escape quickly. The boss Urahara Organization is much stronger than Dongdu."
Some people in the room spoke to themselves a little loudly, essentially reminding them to run away quickly. The boss of Urahara Organization is very powerful.
As for how powerful it is, they don't know, they only know that they can't resist.
He-El glanced at the sounds in the room and walked towards Urahara Organization's headquarters with a calm expression.
The headquarters of Urahara Organization is very simple, that is, it is a little larger than the nearby wooden building. It looks like a turtle among the turtles, with a plaque with three characters Urahara Organization hanging on it.
There was also a gangster with a dull face at the door, looking at He-El approaching, with a slight contemptuous smile on his lips.
He-El didn't know why, so he casually pulled out Cherry Blossom Fall.
The little gangster's head fell to the ground, and his shocked face was full of confusion. He didn't understand until his death. How could he be killed so casually? He was just a gatekeeper.
Urahara Jiro inside the house heard a sound outside the door. The hand that was wiping the sword was a little sore. He moved more slowly and seriously, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He finally came.
Urahara Jiro wiped the blade of the sword seriously and slowly. Hearing footsteps entering the room, he raised his eyes as if casually and said lightly:
"You're here."
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