At 2:21 in the morning, the old community where Zhu Xiulian lives.
Hu Biao gently placed the young lady in his arms on her big pink soft bed, for fear of waking her up.
What! After working in the abandoned factory for a while, Hu Biao finally finished the finishing work there.
Basically, the bloodstains and footprints on the ground were all treated with a tattered broom; the door handles and fingerprints on some fences were all wiped clean.
Even the scattered bullet casings and warheads were collected in conspicuous places as much as possible.
In other words, there were about a dozen warheads that had flown to nowhere during the previous "swish" exchanges. After being unable to be found for a while, Hu Biao had no choice but to leave them in such an area.
Because of Hu Biao, he thought: No one comes here in the first place.
From now on, even after people arrive, they may not be able to find those bullets quickly; even if they are discovered, given everyone's current mentality of doing more, it is better to do less, they may not report it to Ah Si R.
By the time the gangsters discovered this place, it would have been long ago, and it would be very difficult to trace it.
After completing the above finishing work, Hu Biao dealt with the wound on his waist that he had hastily wrapped around with his shirt.
It was also at this time that Hu Biao discovered the wound on his waist, which had basically stopped bleeding automatically.
The effect of "Secondary Wolverine Residual Blood Veins" was clearly displayed in front of Hu Biao; it can be said that apart from being a little hungry, there are no other sequelae.
Then, Hu Biaocai sent Zhu Xiulian back to her room in the community.
The reason why Hu Biao did this was mainly because he carefully checked and found that Zhu Xiulian was only knocked unconscious and was not violated or seriously injured.
Therefore, this young lady may have headaches, fear and other sequelae when she wakes up tomorrow, but for more serious things, it is not specified.
After putting Zhu Xiulian down, Hu Biao rummaged around in the room to find some paper and pen, and started writing with "shushua~".
The content is simply that Hu Biao, after careful consideration, believes that he is too dangerous to be around him and is not suitable to have serious friends, at least not currently.
So the relationship between him and Miss Zhu Xiulian should end there.
Since we can't live together, it's better to forget about each other. There will be no need to call or send messages in the future. In order not to involve the young lady in greater danger, he will change all contact information.
Along with this message, there was a pendant made of Hetian jade.
Originally it was a surprise that Hu Biao planned to give to Zhu Xiulian, but now it is just a little thought and souvenir between the two of them.
Finally, before Hu Biao left the house, he couldn't help but look back at the small two-bedroom apartment.
In the short time he spent here, he left behind countless happy memories; after a long period of time, Hu Biao could still remember the people and things here...
The moment he walked out of the room, Hu Biao's expression completely changed.
All the nostalgia and nostalgia on Hu Biao's face disappeared in an instant; replaced by a look of coldness and ruthlessness.
Because the next thing is to pry out all the information that Kitahara Yuuji wants to know from his mouth at all costs.
The problem is, Hu Biao, who used to be just an ordinary young man, has never experienced such a scene before?
I have no experience with such unprecedented things.
Fortunately, he is not alone, and can still find someone to brainstorm solutions; in other words, it is time to activate the contact information that those netizens left for him.
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"What the hell! Who is so desperate to call you in the middle of the night? I will fuck your OO~"
Late at night, Yang Dongli was awakened from his sweet dream by the sound of a phone ringing, feeling his wife's murderous gaze.
While walking outside with the phone in hand, he cursed in his mouth.
In fact, more than a month ago, Yang Dongli got rid of the bad habit of staying up until two or three in the middle of the night and started to go to bed early and get up early to exercise.
The benefits of doing this are naturally obvious. My physical fitness is getting better and better, and my figure is becoming more and more standard.
But the bad thing is that Yang Dongli, who was used to going to bed early, was suddenly woken up at such a time. It can be said that he was extremely upset.
He even made up his mind to wait until the call was answered if the other party couldn't give him a reasonable reason.
Then he, Yang Dongli, will let the other party know that his reputation as 'the invincible Yang Dongli' was not in vain.
The problem is that Yang Dongli was the one who answered the call, but he didn't even have time to start complaining.
The familiar voice and self-introduction of the man opposite made him feel a huge excitement, and all his sleepiness disappeared:
"Lao Yang, I'm Hu Biao, is it convenient for you to talk over there now?"
According to the agreement between Hu Biao and them, even if everyone gives the commander, leave several contact information
But under normal circumstances, Hu Biao would only use QQ, email and other means to contact them; and the only way they could contact Hu Biao was through an online mailbox.
In the past few days, Yang Dongli worked out a team clothing and equipment plan and sent it to a 126 free mailbox.
In this way, if Hu Biao logs into his mailbox in a black Internet cafe, the chances of being locked out and exposed will be lower.
So of course Yang Dongli knew that Hu Biao had activated the telephone contact method that was only used in emergencies, indicating that something big had happened.
It is definitely not an expression of different opinions on the plan.
"Don't worry, I'm at home now, I should be safe." As he spoke in a low voice, Yang Dongli walked towards his study.
Not only was it relatively quiet there, but in one of the vases there was a loaded Browning M1903 pistol.
Fortunately, Hu Biao's next narration prevented Yang Dongli from having to pull out a gun and load it.
However, when Hu Biao sent Kitahara Yuji and Zhu Xiulian to a series of events tonight, he confirmed that the other party should also be a member of the system team, all of which were discussed once.
Yang Dongli was still shocked, and he was very proud of his foresight.
That is to say, I am thankful for the series of confidentiality measures taken to prevent the existence of the system from being exposed.
In the end, Hu Biao asked the most critical question:
"Lao Yang, I want to force him to confess all the secrets in Kitahara Yuji's grandson, but brother, I haven't done this.
I'm thinking that these Japs must have received professional confrontation training, and a regular beating will definitely have no effect. Do you have any good plans that you can introduce?"
"What the hell! It's like I'm not a serious person and know how to do these things."
After hearing this, Yang Dongli said something like this.
But then, he still gave his own opinion:
"But this thing is simple. Just go online and look up the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty, as well as the cruel methods used by the little devils to extract confessions, and use them one by one on this Xiong Er."
"What if I'm not skilled enough and I get killed directly?" Hu Biao asked the soul-like scene.
In this regard, Yang Dongli still has a good idea: "Don't you have An Tusheng's phone number? Just find a way to video connect with him and ask him to give you cloud guidance."
"Okay, that's it."
Hu Biao felt that this method was reliable, and then hung up the phone...
So, at 3:10 in the morning, the orthopedic surgeon woke up with an unexpected phone call.
At first, Dr. Tang, who is now famous in the hospital because of his powerful on-site first aid skills, thought that it was the critically ill patient again and he needed to demonstrate his skills in stopping bleeding with his bare hands.
Then, a bloody forced confession began under his guidance.
Even though Kitahara Yuji had received some professional confrontation training, he was not a professional agent after all.
In short, after several hours of an indescribable process, when the sun rises, this guy's only thought now is to die immediately.
As long as he can die happily, he doesn't mind telling everything he knows.
As for the great organization and the honor of the samurai, they have all gone to hell...