The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

As an organization that does nefarious things, they rarely have anything like surveillance in their strongholds.

After all, I have only heard of prisoners who tried to cover up the traces of their actions, and never heard of those who took the initiative to keep evidence—except for narcissistic and high-IQ ones.

Amuro would inform him of Yuantuo's progress at regular intervals. Mr. A was focused on two things. While fooling Xichuan, he set the time right. When the guests left the venue, they just returned to a fork in the original road, vaguely voice came.

The boy who just said it was like an explicit invitation still lowered his head, and Nishikawa could see the clenched fist on his side and the white knuckles.

The humiliating gesture didn't offend Nishikawa, he even felt a slight shudder, he didn't get a thorn, no unreserved trust, but his unwilling surrender also fascinated him.

Hormones are attacking his brain.

When the pulp of his finger touched the rose-like soft lips, Mr. A subconsciously took a step back, the disgust he had not had time to hide was exposed in the cold white light, and he turned his head away in embarrassment.

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

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

"Good evening, Your Excellency Nishikawa, did you see the night sky tonight? The moon is great. It's rare to see such a sight in the city, isn't it?"

The small collision of metals and the sound of the bayonet being fitted were concealed by the man's terrified but useless whimper, Amuro Toru slowly moved his hands: "The search when entering the island is very strict, and they are not allowed to carry weapons. But they are not allowed to carry weapons. There's no stopping the carrying of weapons-making materials, so it's not that strict either."

It is easy to understand that a person who came from a particular country has 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, less than ten centimeters away from Xichuan, the other party's face was full of tears and snot, obviously there was nothing he could do about it, "We still have a lot of time, We can talk for a while."

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

"Well, first of all I want to thank you for your invitation. Although it's not from me, and secondly, I want to apologize to you that you won't be able to see the person you wanted to see tonight. Because I'll finish everything before he comes back. "

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

And Nishikawa, who is no stranger to these guys, has a twisted face, and he frantically twists to get rid of the bondage. However, this removal made him even more embarrassed and useless.

He would be killed here silently, but until this moment, the poor man had no idea why he had fallen to this point.

He finally gave up the struggle and looked at the blond youth in front of him pleadingly.

Leave me alone, I can give you anything.

His eyes said so.

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

Nishikawa's pupils suddenly dilated, and in an instant it stretched to a century. He recovered from the fear of death, and when he was breathing heavily like a lack of oxygen, he realized later that the other party had not filled the bullet.

"It was just a joke just now, shouldn't it scare you?" Like the gentle mask that was draped from beginning to end, the other party's voice was also soft, with polite respectful words, Nishikawa watched him helplessly. The magazine was full and pushed into the gun, "How about we play a game? I think... Ciel should be dealing with the follow-up now, but it is difficult for an adult body to hide completely somewhere without being found, So we have about five minutes left."

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He aimed the muzzle at Nishikawa's head again, and then slowly shifted under the terrified, desperate and angry gaze of the other party.

"The name of the game is Truth, and all you have to do is nod, or shake your head. Now the game begins - have you touched the charr with this hand?"

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

Pfft, puff.

The former is to pop out of the chamber, and the latter is to break open the flesh. Nishikawa's face turned pale, his breathing was heavy and urgent, his muscles were twitching constantly due to the pain, and he was imprisoned in the room in pain. Obviously, the walls did not cut corners in terms of sound insulation.

Toru Amuro turned his gun to the other side and continued to ask, "What about this hand?"

Nishikawa nodded like a ghost, no matter whether it was anger or hatred of revenge, he was eliminated from his mind, leaving only the pain and fear that were about to overflow.

Devil, this guy is a devil, until now, the gentle mask is still hanging on that face, and the voice is like the whisper of a lover, but to him it is the whisper of the devil.

Pfft, puff.

Nishikawa, who was shot in two arms one after another, had no extra strength. He stuck to the ground like a dead fish. Only his breathing and body reflex convulsions proved that he was still alive, rather than dead.

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

It's an affair, it's a vent, he understands that.

What Nishikawa did to Mr. A could not even be called obscene, at best it was harassment, and death was already too heavy a price for it.

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, Amuro Toru has no right to execute executions on behalf of the state, or even torture prisoners. As a member of a terrorist organization, he is an intelligence trafficker, not a psychopath, and there is no need for torture.

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

Amuro Toru sneered, gave up the useless behavior of consuming bullets and wearing suppressors, and simply took the life of a person who wanted to die.

He began to dispose of the corpse.

It's hard to hide the body of an adult as I said before without being discovered.

That's true, but they don't need to hide for long, just temporarily fool some people's eyes. So crushing the corpse is just a hint of what he did.

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

A gentleman is almost the same. He has already disposed of the body of the entourage Tongshan, and he did not come back because he had to do other things.

A figure jumped into the open window, and he landed silently like a cat. Toru Amuro turned around and saw A-kun in some kind of uniform.

He threw the refilled gun to the other side and said, "Next time I'll carry hair dye with me."

With such a special hair color, infiltrating some places in a country with mostly black hair is obviously wishful thinking, especially if someone has seen him.

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

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

The brief exchange was over, and there was not much time left before the reservation. Mr. A was about to leave through the window, and Amuro said suddenly: "The reason why I disagree with you is not to doubt your ability, but because of worry, I don't want you Into danger—and now."

Mr. A held the window frame, and paused for a moment when he was about to jump out, but he did not look back.

"I see."

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

Mr. A: …

He almost thought he was playing galgame. If this were a game, there should now be three options.

thanks.

sorry.

I have no idea.

Thank you for worrying, I'm sorry I shouldn't have worried you, or did I just keep silent?

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

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

However, Toru Amuro did not want to receive thanks either.

"Nope," he said. "Just say I will cherish myself."

The point is not Amuro Toru, but A-kun himself.

"Stay safe, be careful with everything. I'm always there," he said.

"Ah..." Jun A jumped out of the window as if running away, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Ten minutes later, a sudden explosion woke people up, and a piercing siren rang through the night sky.

The people who were guarding the castle were ordered to open two rooms, which were their suspects. When the two people on the basement floor left the team, they were already listed as the focus of attention.

But their entourage is still in the line, and they can't kill the other two in front of all the guests while taking out the two left.

That creates chaos, and chaos leads to death.

As for killing everyone at the same time, this option seems very feasible. But obviously Yuantuo has other plans, otherwise he doesn't need to put all his effort into packaging this party so perfectly, he can kill one person one by one, why bother so much?

He also needed to get off the island among these people.

If all the people on the outlying island tomorrow are his people, he dares to make sure that the helicopter will crash halfway without waiting for him to land.

The people of the organization are not some kind of fool to fool.

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

One is empty, the other—

"Lord Yuan Tuo, people are already dead."

"Who?"

"A foreigner with yellow hair."

He was lying face down in a pool of half-dried blood, with a blood hole in his coat, and his posture was a little weird. The guards thought he was shot from behind by another person when he was trying to resist, and fell on his elbows, his arms pressing down. In front of the chest, the hands are clenched in fists across the ears.

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

Yuan Tuo immediately issued an order: "Pay attention to the sturdy middle-aged man who is 1.7 meters tall and the tall and thin young man who is 1.8 meters tall. Once you find suspicious people, kill them immediately! Observe your companions!"

At this moment, a pitch-black helicopter suddenly visited and left shortly after a short stay. Everything happened very quickly.

Yuan Tuo's face became particularly ugly, he couldn't help but wonder, could something really be...

But this is impossible!

"Lord Yuantuo! This, we found this on the third underground floor..."

That is a message.

Thanks for the hospitality.

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

The third underground floor, where the real laboratory is located, is also where he stores everything.

Yuan Tuo lost his voice: "No, how is this possible, there is clearly-"