mtlumby2d Chapter 608 Draymond's miserable end
Chapter 608 Draymond's miserable end
Joseph von Redmond was suddenly awakened by the rude sound of the door being pushed open and the sound of footsteps in the opium-induced hallucination. His body was stiff, and the blurred boundary between the dream and reality brought by the opium still remained in his mind. He stared wide-eyed, trying to see the figure of the intruder in the dim room, but all he could see was the cold light of the gun muzzle.
The blonde screamed and shrank into the bed in fear, revealing only a pair of frightened eyes, as if she was watching a horror show that was about to take place. Redmond instinctively reached out to grab the quilt, trying to cover his exposed upper body, but his fingers seemed a little clumsy in panic.
"Oh my god! You damn yellow monkeys! Who allowed you to break into the consulate!" Redmond finally found his voice, but his roar seemed so powerless under the soldiers' cold gazes and guns.
The brigade colonel in charge of this operation slowly walked in. He scanned the room and finally fixed his eyes on Redmond's terrified and distorted face.
"This beast has committed many murders. It would be too easy for him to be killed directly." The colonel's voice was low and firm. Every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Redmond's heart. "Tie him up and throw him to the Caishikou in Dongguan District. Let the people deal with him personally!"
When Redmond heard this, his fear reached its peak. He stopped cursing and stared at the brigade colonel with wide eyes, as if he wanted to find a trace of pity or hesitation on his face. But the brigade colonel's face was only indifferent and firm, as if he had already decided Redmond's fate.
The blonde was trembling in the corner, not daring to make any sound.
Redmond felt an unprecedented sense of despair and powerlessness during this brief silence. He realized that he had fallen into an inescapable predicament and was about to face a fate more terrible than death - being spurned and judged by the Chinese people whom he had always looked down upon.
Draymond was completely awakened from the trance brought by opium. Facing the soldiers who suddenly broke in, he waved his arms wildly, trying to maintain his so-called "dignity". He roared loudly, his voice became sharp and piercing because of anger and fear: "Do you know who I am! I am a royal noble of the Austro-Hungarian Empire! My brother is the Austro-Hungarian ambassador to China! You damn yellow monkeys, get out!"
When the colonel heard this, a sneer appeared on his lips, as if he was extremely disdainful of Draymond's words. He said coldly: "It seems that Mr. Draymond is not sober enough. Come, let him sober up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several soldiers rushed forward, and the butts of their rifles rained down on Draymond's head. Each heavy blow was accompanied by a muffled sound. In just a few breaths, Draymond's head was covered with blood, his hair stuck to his forehead, and his face was covered with bloodstains. His eyes began to become blurred, and his mind gradually became blurred, but he still kept yelling and cursing.
"You yellow monkeys have no idea of the dignity of the Draymond family! You will pay the price you deserve!" Draymond's voice had become weak and hoarse, but the arrogance and conceit in his tone had not diminished in the slightest.
Seeing this, the colonel walked forward, raised his military boot with a steel plate inside, and kicked Draymond hard in the face. The kick was so powerful that Draymond screamed and fell backwards, hitting the wall. A pool of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, mixed with several broken teeth.
The colonel looked at Draymond, who was struggling in pain on the ground, and said coldly, "You are just a stupid, incompetent, and arrogant white pig. What qualifications do you have to shout here? Come on, break his limbs and take him away!"
The soldiers heard the order and immediately stepped forward to hold Draymond down. They held sticks and hit Draymond's limbs hard. Draymond screamed again, his limbs were twisted and deformed under the blows of the sticks, and the sound of broken bones was clearly audible. He rolled on the ground in pain, but the soldiers had no mercy and did not stop until all his limbs were broken.
Then, the soldiers dragged Draymond, who had lost the ability to resist, out. His face was covered with a mixture of blood and dirt, and he looked miserable. But he still struggled to raise his head and stared at the colonel's back with his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.
The colonel turned and left. The moment he crossed the threshold, his eyes were like a cold blade, inadvertently sweeping across a corner of the room. There, the blonde girl who had been curled up quietly in the quilt was now exposed to the glaring light, naked, with skin as pale as porcelain under the moonlight.
The girl felt the colonel's murderous gaze, and the fear in her heart surged like a tide. Her already vulnerable defenses completely collapsed at this moment, and her body trembled uncontrollably, as if she was tightly bound by an invisible force. Her eyes were filled with despair, and her eyes, which were originally as blue as the sea, had lost their focus.
"Please, please let me go, I'm innocent!" The girl's voice was sobbing, and it came out of her throat intermittently. Her voice was like fallen leaves blown away by the autumn wind, floating weakly in the air.
However, the colonel's eyes were still as cold as ice, and he drew out his gun without moving. It was an exquisite revolver, with complex patterns engraved on the silver gun body, revealing an unquestionable majesty. He slowly raised the pistol and pointed it at the girl's forehead.
There was a gunshot, and the whole room seemed to tremble at the loud noise. The bullet instantly penetrated the girl's forehead, and her head tilted back as if hit by a heavy object. A stream of blood spurted out, dyeing the surrounding air red. Her eyes lost their luster in an instant, and there was still a trace of unfinished pleading at the corner of her mouth.
The girl's body slowly fell down, like a withered flower, lifeless. Her skin was still as pale as snow, but in this paleness, there was a shocking red. The whole room was shrouded in a strange silence, and only the constantly dripping blood silently told everything that had happened here.
With his limbs broken and almost dying, Draymond was ruthlessly abandoned at Caishikou in Dongguan District. The sun was scorching the earth, and the sunlight cast mottled shadows on his broken body, making him look even more miserable. His limbs were twisted and deformed, broken bones were exposed, and blood dyed the surrounding land red. His eyes were closed, as if he had given up resistance and let fate take its course.
The people around were curious and talking about it, with anger and confusion on their faces. A soldier stood in the crowd with a loud speaker, pointed at Draymond who was lying on the ground, and shouted in a loud voice: "He is the official of the Austro-Hungarian Consulate, the royal family member Joseph von Redmond, who is called a white beast by the people. He relied on his status and power to commit various crimes on our land."
The soldier's words resonated with the crowd. He continued to introduce Draymond's crimes, and with each one he mentioned, there was an angry roar from the crowd.
"I know him! Old Chen's daughter was harmed by this damn foreigner. Old Chen went to the concession, but was beaten to death by this bastard." A bearded man shouted angrily, his eyes full of hatred.
"Kill this foreign devil! He will bring bloodshed to the villagers!" A young man waved his fist and shouted loudly.
"Kill him!" Voices rose and fell in the crowd, and anger spread among the crowd.
A large number of angry people gathered around, no longer satisfied with verbal condemnation, and began to take action. Fists rained down on Draymond, each punch carrying endless anger and hatred. His body trembled under the punches and kicks of the crowd, as if he would collapse at any time.
Draymond was powerless to resist, and he could only let these angry people vent their anger. His face and body were covered with bruises and swelling, and every heavy blow made him groan in pain. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, mixed with the dirt on his face, and he looked miserable.
Finally, under the anger of the crowd, Draymond completely lost his life. His body was trampled into a pile of flesh, bloody and unrecognizable. His crime finally got the punishment he deserved.