The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

As an organization doing ulterior and evil things, there are very few things like surveillance in their stronghold.

After all, I have only heard of prisoners who tried to cover up the traces of their actions, but never heard of prisoners who actively preserved evidence—except for narcissistic high-IQ ones.

Toru Amuro would inform him of Gentaku's progress every once in a while. Mr. A put his mind on two things, and while fooling Xi Chuan, they just got back to a fork in the original road when the guests left. voice came.

The young man who just said that was no different from an explicit invitation still lowered his head, and Xi Chuan could see the clenched fists on his side, and the knuckles that were blanched with force.

Xi Chuan didn't feel offended by the humiliating gesture, he even felt a slight tremor, he didn't get the spikes erected, he didn't have unreserved trust, but the unwilling surrender also fascinated him.

Hormones were taking over his brain.

When the fingertips touched the rose-like soft lips, Mr. A took a step back subconsciously, the disgust that he hadn't had time to hide in his eyes was exposed under the cold white light, and he turned his head in embarrassment.

"Mr. Nishikawa, let's continue when we see you tonight."

The figure of the boy wrapped in a tuxedo suit disappeared around the corner, Xi Chuan hummed in a low voice, put his thumb on his lips, and left a water mark with the tip of his tongue.

"Good evening, Your Excellency Xichuan, have you seen the night tonight? The moon is wonderful, and such a scene is rare in the city, isn't it?"

The small collision of metal and the sound of the bayonet fitting were covered under the terrified but useless whimpers of the man. Toru Amuro slowly carried out the movements in his hands: "The search when entering the island is very strict. They are not allowed to carry weapons. But they are not allowed to carry weapons. There's no blocking of carrying materials to make weapons, so it's not as strict."

It is easy to understand why people from a particular country have such attachments.So after a simple search, the high-end supplies brought were sent to the room.

"Don't worry..." He put the assembled pistol aside, and he was less than ten centimeters away from Tatsumi Nishikawa. The other party had tears and snot running down his face, and there was obviously nothing he could do about it. "We still have a lot of time." , we can chat for a while."

The seemingly flawless coffee cup was divided into two sections in his hand, and he took out something like a metal cylinder from it. Amuro Toru's movements were still unhurried, calm and elegant.

"Well, first of all I want to thank you for the invitation. Even though it wasn't from me, second I want to apologize to you that you won't be able to meet the person you wanted to see tonight. Because I'll take care of everything before he comes back. "

He took the aftershave bottle out of his bag and poured the coolant into the expansion chamber of the suppressor, a wet suppressor, obviously better than the others.

And Xi Chuan, who was no stranger to these guys, was already distorted, and he twisted wildly hoping to get rid of the restraints.However, this was useless except to make him more embarrassed.

He will be killed here silently, but until now, this poor man has not figured out why he has fallen into such a situation.

He finally gave up struggling, and looked at the blond young man in front of him pleadingly.

Let me go, I can give you anything.

His eyes said so.

Amuro installed the assembled suppressor on the muzzle of the pistol, and the top-heavy weapon spun around in his hand, toward Nishikawa, and he pulled the trigger with a click.

Xi Chuan's pupils suddenly dilated, and stretched to a century in an instant. He recovered from the fear of death, and when he gasped heavily like a lack of oxygen, he realized belatedly that the opponent hadn't loaded the bullet.

"It was just a joke just now, shouldn't it scare you?" Like the gentle mask that was worn from beginning to end, the other party's voice was also soft, with polite respect, Xi Chuan watched helplessly as he would The magazine is full and pushed into the gun, "How about we play a game? I think... Charles should be dealing with the follow-up now, but it is difficult for an adult body to be completely hidden somewhere without being found , so we have about 5 minutes."

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He aimed the gun at Xi Chuan's head again, and then slowly shifted under the horrified, desperate and angry gaze of the other party.

"The name of the game is Truth. All you have to do is nod, or shake your head. Now the game begins—have you ever touched Shire with this hand?"

Xi Chuan shook his head frantically, his brain had obviously lost the ability to think.

Puff, puff.

The former is to eject the bullet, and the latter is to break the flesh.Xi Chuan's face turned pale, his breathing was heavy and rapid, and his muscles twitched constantly due to pain. He was imprisoned in the room in pain. Obviously, the walls did not cut corners in terms of sound insulation.

Amuro turned the muzzle of the gun to the other side, and continued to ask: "What about this hand?"

Xi Chuan nodded his head as if he had seen a ghost, no matter whether it was anger or hatred for revenge, they were all removed from his mind, leaving only the pain and fear that was about to overflow.

Devil, this guy is a devil, and even now, the mask of gentleness still hangs on that face, and the voice is like a lover's whisper, but to him it is the whisper of the devil.

Puff, puff.

Xi Chuan, who had been shot in both arms one after another, had no more strength left. He stuck to the ground like a dead fish. Only breathing and reflexive twitching of his body proved that he was still alive. Life would be better than death.

Toru Amuro finally suppressed his smile, and stared at the man with cold eyes.

This is an affair, a vent, and he understands this.

What Xi Chuan did to Mr. A could not even be called indecent, at most it was harassment, and death was already too heavy a price for this.

Counting his drug trafficking charges, there is no doubt that he will be sentenced to death in court.

But even as a public security officer, Toru Amuro has no right to replace the state with executions, or even abuse prisoners. As a member of a terrorist organization, he is an intelligence dealer, not a psychopath, so there is no need for torture.

So he was just venting his anger that had nowhere to vent.

Toru Amuro sneered, gave up the pointless consumption of bullets and wear suppressors, and simply took the life of a person who wanted to die.

He began to dispose of the corpse.

As mentioned earlier, it is difficult for an adult body to be completely hidden somewhere without being discovered.

Although it is true, they don't need to hide for a long time, as long as they temporarily deceive some people's eyes.So the corpse dismemberment was just a hint of what he did along the way.

In fact, he just put the body in the refrigerator with the compartment removed.

Mr. A is similar, he has already dealt with the body of the entourage, Tongshan, and he didn't come back because he had to do other things.

A figure jumped into the open window, he landed silently like a cat, Toru Amuro turned his head and saw Mr. A wearing some kind of uniform.

He threw the gun with the refilled magazine to the opponent and said, "Next time I will bring hair dye with me."

With such a particular hair color, sneaking into some places in a mostly black-haired country is obviously wishful thinking, especially if someone has seen him.

Mr. A smiled: "In this case, I think you have to bring another bottle of liquid foundation."

After all, darker skin color is also an obvious memory point.

The short exchange was over, and there was not much time left before the reservation time. Mr. A was about to leave through the window, and Toru Amuro suddenly said: "The reason why I disagree with you is not because I doubt your ability, but because I am worried and don't want you Getting involved in danger - and now."

Mr. A held on to the window frame and paused for a while when he was about to jump out, but he didn't look back.

"I see."

"Well, I don't think the answer I should get is not that I know, what do you think, A?"

Mr. A: ...

He almost thought he was playing a galgame.If this is a game, you should now have three options.

Thank you.

I am sorry.

I do not know.

Thank you for your concern, I'm sorry I shouldn't worry you, or should I not know and then keep silent?

Mr. A first ruled out the third one, and then chose one of the two: "Thank you for worrying about me, Brother Tou."

He felt that Toru Amuro would not want to receive an apology.

However, Toru Amuro did not want to receive thanks.

"Nope," he said, "just say that I will cherish myself."

The point is not Toru Amuro, but Mr. A himself.

"Be safe, be careful. I'm always there," he said.

"Ah..." Mr. A jumped out of the window as if fleeing, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Ten minutes later, people were awakened by a sudden explosion, and harsh sirens rang through the night sky.

The people guarding the castle were ordered to open two rooms, which were the objects of their suspicion. When the two people left the team on the basement floor, they had already been listed in the key objects of concern.

But their entourage was still in the line, and they couldn't kill the other two in front of all the guests while finishing off the two who left.

That creates chaos, and chaos leads to death.

As for killing everyone at the same time, that option seems very viable.But obviously Yuantuo had other plans, otherwise he didn't need to put in so much effort to package this party so perfectly, he could just kill one person at a time, why bother so much?

He still needs to get out of the island among these people.

If all the people leaving the island tomorrow were his people, he dared to guarantee that the helicopter would crash halfway before he landed.

The people in the organization are not good people to fool.

The doors of the two rooms were violently opened, and the guards swept their guns and saw clearly what was inside.

One is empty, the other—

"Master Yuantuo, he is dead."

"Who?"

"A foreigner with yellow hair."

He was lying face down in a pool of half-dried blood. There was a blood hole in his jacket. He was in a strange posture. The guard thought he was trying to resist and was shot from behind by another person. In front of the chest, the hand is placed across the ear in a closed fist.

No pulse.The guard confirmed: "He was shot. The man who killed him left through the window."

Yuan Tuo immediately issued an order: "Pay attention to the strong middle-aged man with a height of 1.7 meters and the tall and thin young man with a height of 1.8 meters. If you find any suspicious person, kill him immediately! Observe your companions carefully!"

At this moment, a dark helicopter suddenly visited, stayed for a short time and then left quickly.Everything happened very quickly.

Yuantuo's face became particularly ugly, and he couldn't help thinking, could it be that things were really...

But this is impossible!

"Master Yuantuo! Well, we found this on the third basement floor..."

That was a message.

Thank you for your hospitality.

The intact handwriting proves that it was not a survivor of the explosion.

The third basement level, where the real laboratory is located, is where he stores everything.

Yuantuo lost his voice: "No, how is this possible, there is clearly—"