"Rattlesnake, he must now beg for death, implore us like a lowly maggot, and then tell us the reason he was used as an experimental subject before we kill him. That's what he should be doing right now," Hawkeye's tone was unbearably cold, chilling to the spine like layers of Antarctic ice that had been frozen for thousands of years.
Hearing Hawkeye's words, Jeff's expression did not change. Regret filled his heart now; he hated himself for not moving together with the others, for staying here. Besides that, he had no regret for anything else, including deceiving the members of the F-23 squadron to participate in the experiment.
"Pah! If you want to kill, just kill. You'll never guess the reasons," Jeff spat out the resentment in his heart despite the pain, "and, Jaguar, you bitch, if you have the guts, stab me to death with a knife. Otherwise, if I survive, I will find a hundred men to fuck you, record it, and upload it to the video website, ha ha ha ha."
