Evil Awe-Inspiring 134 A Herd Of Animals

I lean in the corner, but the smell around me is suffocating me. I carefully find two pieces of paper from the bag to knead it into two b.a.l.l.s to block my nose, and breath with my mouth. That's a little better.

Lying below, besides the unpleasant smell, the most unbearable thing is the lack of oxygen.

There are so many people crowded in the narrow cabin, but the upper cabin door is closed, and dozens of people are huddled in the cabin to breathe, feeling as if their lungs are blocked by something. For a long time, people inevitably feel dizzy.

Underneath me is a rigid deck, somewhat branded. I lean in the corner to make myself comfortable and press the bag behind my waist.

Over time, my eyes have adapted to the darkness of the cabin and am able to see something dimly. Maybe it's hallucination or I'm too sensitive. I always feel like some guys around me are sneaking at me. Several eyes stare at me in the darkness, peeping at something.

The woman next to me is still coughing, but her voice is so depressed that she seems afraid to make too much noise. I think it's a little strange. Do you have to hold coughing and not dare to make a sound?

I sit in the cabin, don't know what is going on outside, I can't even count how long it has took. In the darkness, I have sit for a long time, trying not to sleep at first, but eventually I close my eyes.

Don't know how long it took. I feel someone touch my foot. I wake up and see two dark figures crouching beside me. One person is touching my feet, and the other seems to reach out to my waist.

I instinctively cring, "What are you doing?!" Then I kick one person's hand and wave away the other person's hand in front of me. When the two men see me wake up, they do not sneak at all, but rush to me flagrantly.

Two people, one holding my waist, the other pressing my leg! I'm so angry that I twist away from each other. Then I squeeze the nearest man's wrist and twist it hard. The man is screaming and immediately falls to the ground. The man who pressing my foot is kicked in the face by my foot, and the man covers his face screaming away. I immediately turn over and sit up, pinch the fellow whose wrist was dislocated by me, grab his neck, and lower my voice: "What are you doing?"

The man shouts in a language I can not understand, and in the darkness I can only see his eyes staring at me. There are some malice and timidity in his eyes. They are like hyenas in the wilderness, mean and vicious, but full of timidity at the same time.

I can't tell which country he is from. But I know that these two men are also stowaways, not the crew above.

I'm just breathing a sigh of relief, but I see three or four people sticking next to me. It looks like it's not good-intentioned. They see me I have knocked down that two people, hesitate to come over.

Then the man who is pinched by me says something in a hurry.

I feel that his body is not struggling, and slightly loosen the hand that holding him by the neck. Immediately he sits up and steps back carefully, opening his hands. This is a gesture of surrender or compromise.

He steps carefully out of the safe distance, then his eyes are still staring at me, and suddenly a short word comes out of his mouth.

"Water!"

I understand this time.

"No!" I say.

The man adds, "Food?"

"No!" I still say.

Still, he does not give up. He says a few more words and makes gestures. I can't understand his language, but according to his gestures, I understand that he seems to want to exchange food for water or water for my food.

I sneer and still refuse him.

If I'm still on weekdays, I would have gone up and beaten him up.

I know very well that just now they wanted to steal my things while I was asleep! And when I wake up, they want to rob! If I haven't been good at fight, I would have been bullied by them.

d.a.m.n it! Can't grab me, just want to exchange with me?

I look at him coldly and think it would be good for me not to rob you!

Those guys dare not come near me, confront me for a while, and retreat.

I just don't want to get into trouble. Because in the dark, I don't know how many people they still have. In this situation, I tell myself not to be too arrogant and try not to mess with things. This is not my territory!

Several people retreat behind the crowd. I find a few people sitting on the ground, not far from me, looking at me secretly.

These people clearly saw they robbing me while I was sleeping, but no one spoke to remind me. But I'm not surprised. Don't expect anyone to be so great when you go out!

To my surprise, the woman who has been coughing at the nearest place also sits up a little and seems to be facing me.

However, because it is too dark in the cabin, I couldn't see anyone at all. I only felt vaguely that she seemed to be looking at me.

She coughs again and again, but her voice is quiet and she tries to hide something. I always think her voice sounds familiar, but I don't think much about it.

Encountered this matter, my heart adds a little more vigilance.

I don't know how long it is in the dark. I just feel hungry. My mouth is dry, so I search in my bag for a while. There are two bottles of water inside. I take out the first bottle and find it was given to me by the Vietnamese black man who sailed the motorboat.

This bottle seemed to have been drunk by him. I instinctively change it for an unopened bottle. This bottle is taken from Old Snake's boat. I open and drink a few mouthfuls.

In the darkness, the sound of my drinking water is so clear that everyone around me can hear it. Although I can't see it, I can feel as if a lot of greedy and covetous eyes are staring at me.

I don't say anything, just tighten the cap of the bottle and put it back coldly. My stomach is still hungry. I can only bear it.

I suddenly have an illusion that I am not with a group of people, but with a group of hungry wolves!

Finally, as my hunger tolerance reaches its limit, there's a sudden sound outside, and the hatch door is opened. A beam of light comes down from the outside, and then two crew members come in fiercely, guns in hand. Several people sitting near the door of the cabin are driven away with the b.u.t.ts, and their mouths are full of abuse.

Then they take a barrel from the top and throw it on the ground with a bang. One of them laughs a few times.

The barrel seems to contain food such as bread, but I can not see it clear. One of the crew members has an evil smile on his face, looks around at the stowaways who want to gather together. Suddenly, he raises his gun and gives a loud cry, which immediately frightenes people to step back. He picks up another piece of bread, like playing with animals in a zoo, and mocking the hungry people below for a while.

I don't know how to describe that scene, but I know if it's possible, I'd definitely want to chop this animal.

The companion next to him seems to be somewhat disagreeable. He says a few words impatiently and takes him away. At this time, the stowaways are immediately rus.h.i.+ng to grab bread in the barrel.

Immediately, I jump up from the ground, stride past, shoulder the people in front of me, and try to squeeze in.

I don't know how many people curses and how many shouts, but I don't care about that much. This is not the time for me to behave gracefully.

I only know one thing: if I'm a step late. I'm going to starve!

I open the crowd in front of me with my fists and feet, and then squeeze out a road. I was also beaten several times on my body, but my fists are heavier. After I knock down several people, I rush to the edge of the barrel and grab a few pieces of bread in one breath.

The bread feels so hard that it's just like wood. I just pinch them in the hand, can't care for the abuse around me. Someone try to hit me. I swing an elbow and knock down the nearest fellow, then grab one more piece of bread as fast as I can. At this time, I'm b.u.mped in the waist and immediately a stagger. I turn around and see several people looking at me in spite of the bad intentions. With their figures, I immediately recognize that the person in front of me is the one who wanted to rob me while I was sleeping!

Without hesitation, I rush over and hit the man in the nose with a punch. Then I slam the other man against the wall and use my knee kicks his stomach. The other man immediately backs away and does not dare to conflict with me.

I squeeze out the crowd and go back to the corner. When I sit down, I feel some legs soft. To tell the truth, I'm hungry and not strong enough.

I pinchthe so called bread for the time being in my hand. I wonder if my teeth can bite them. I can feel they are very dry. I don't know how long it's been put. There's a suspicious coat of hair on some of them.

Suddenly there is an outburst of anger in my heart. However, as the outburst pa.s.sed, a sense of sadness surged into my heart.

Is that me?

Is this the brother Little 5?

Is this Chen Yang?

I'm kept in the cabin like an animal. They feed me like feed pigs. I grab the food like an animal!

With two angry laughs, I wipe out some suspicious moisture from the corners of my eyes, and then clench my teeth to open the bread.

The outer layer must not be eaten or bitten, and there are some soft parts inside. After I break it apart, small pieces are thrown into my mouth. I try to withstand that weird smell.

It tastes a little sour, seems to be rancid.

Suddenly I look at the stowaways in front of me, and feel funny. I am chased and have no idea to run away! What about you? You spend a lot of money on smuggling. Don't want to be a d.a.m.n good people, just come here as livestock!

Don't know when, I feel that my heart seems to have changed, my heart is full of resentment and disgust! In the past, I might have had a little compa.s.sion for these people, but now... I feel indifferent that these people deserve it!

After trying to eat some, I stop eating. Take a break and look around at the guys. Who have grabbed the food trying to eat as fast as they can. People who have not grabbed food can only sit and sigh.

Of course, some of them, who are strong enough to see food nearby, just rush to grab it. Tearing and shouting sounds are filled the cabin for a while.

I look at these guys and tell myself: See, Chen Yang? These are not human being, they are animals!

Just as I'm about to take a rest, the door of the cabin opens again, and I see the light coming in, judging that it's daytime outside.

Two crew members come down first to take out the empty barrel, and then move a barrel down. This time, I feel everyone staring at this barrel!

The things in the barrel are ripple and s.h.i.+ne. That's... Water!

Then a fellow comes down, the black man!

He still has the grim face, bare upper body, showing strong muscles, lower body wearing trousers, boots, a dagger in his waist, a long gun in his hand. He walk slowly down the stairs, followed by two crew members, and then sits down on the stairs with the barrel of water beside him.

Although people try to rush up and grab water, but the two crew members behind use their guns to force everyone away.

Suddenly the black man grins and shows his white teeth. I feel a very evil feeling in his smile.

Then suddenly he reaches out a finger and points to a stowaway standing in front of him. That's a small, middle-aged man with eyes fixed on the barrel.

The black man tickes his finger and motiones him forward. Then he freely takes out something from the barrel, seems like a ladle or a wooden bowl, spoons half a bowl of water, hands it to that man, and then lifts his chin.

The middle-aged man shows a surprising expression and immediately takes a big drink. But after only two sips, the black man s.n.a.t.c.hes the bowl back and kicks him back to the crowd.

Then he laughs and looks around the crowd. Then he hooks his fingers from time to time and points out the person he allows coming out to drink.

His face is high and arrogant. Anyone who is ordered by him can come out and drink water. But they can't drink too much, just take one sip! If you drink too much, you'll get a kick!

A barrel of water soon drinks most of it, and this fellow seems to be teasing these people like teasing animals.

Suddenly, he turns his finger in the crowd for half a day, ignoring the eagerness and expectation of those people, but stops at my body in the last row.

I'm taller than these people, and although I'm in the last row, he still notices me.

The fellow smiles coldly and then hooks his finger at me.