However, I still couldn't afford to let my guard down. I held the gun in one hand while drawing my kukri with the other, and when I pressed the muzzle against his head
the kukri was already braced against
his neck.
"Don't kill me! I don't want to die!"
"Cooperate, and I won't kill you."
I said coolly, lowering the gun and pressing the kukri against the back of his neck with one hand while quickly removing every weapon
from his body.
Two pistols, ammunition, grenades, and a sharp military saber.
Once I had removed everything and set it aside,
"Take off your belt. Use one hand—the injured one—to undo it. If you haven't undone it in three seconds, I'll cut you down with one slash.
You."
"Okay, okay!"
The man lying facedown on the ground nodded rapidly. He was probably truly afraid of death. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he quickly reached for his waist
and undid his belt.
"Turn over."
"Okay!"
As he turned over, the Nepalese kukri in my hand never left his neck.
"Don't... don't kill me. I have a family. My child is only two years old. Don't kill me."
"I won't kill you if you don't resist. Don't move!"
"Okay!"
I reached out and pulled the belt straight from his waist, then made him turn over and used it to tie his hands behind his back. Only then did I feel at ease.
Only then would he be at ease.
"Stand up."
I sheathed the kukri. His hands were tied with the belt, so he wouldn't be able to break free anytime soon. Still, to be safe, I kept one hand on the grip of the PX4 and watched him awkwardly get to his feet.
His hand moved to the grip of the