1293 [Wuzuo still tames beasts?] Ask for a monthly pass (?)?
Gin looked at his phone and found that he had received an email.
He clicked it to check and saw a few short lines written on it: [There is another one at the police headquarters, it should be released soon, remember to check it on time.]
"..." Ginjiu frowned as he thought of the police cars roaring past just now: I wonder if it was his imagination, but Wu Zuo always liked to be near police and detectives, sending and receiving such messages.
The scene of the death was okay, there were many people and no one was paying attention to his movements. But now, Wu Zuoke was sitting in the police car, and there were policemen and detectives in the car. It seemed a little too arrogant to post such content.
He snorted coldly, threw away the phone, and did not reply to the message: if anyone who was overly curious heard the message tone and glanced at Wuzuo's phone, he would have to do a lot more unnecessary work.
In addition, Gin didn't mean to give a warning - after all, it was useless to remind him. Wu Zuo must be aware of the risks involved. However, just like him, he would always perform his stage plays with all his heart, and even go into all kinds of depths.
Just like in dangerous scenes, Wu Zuo knew that this was dangerous on the one hand, but on the other hand, he pursued excitement in the danger.
Gin: "..." It seems that a psychiatrist is indeed necessary.
But, how can we find doctors who are highly skilled and less likely to die?
Before the business trip, I heard from the boss that he seemed to have a new candidate for a doctor.
Although Gin always feels uneasy in his heart, for now, he can only believe in the vision of "that adult". After experiencing the first failure, the doctor should be able to live longer this time... I hope he
At least I can survive the first treatment.
Just as I was thinking about it, a strange voice came from the back seat.
Motegi Takashi watched for a moment and whispered: "We have something to discuss...Well, you are friends of my wife's president, right? I actually have admired your company...well, I have admired your organization for a long time, whether it's loyalty or money.
, as long as you need it, I will provide it with both hands!"
Gin's hand holding the cigarette paused, and then he remembered that just now, he seemed to have casually helped those wastes in the Osaka branch clean up the trash.
I almost forgot to deal with it after scanning.
Thinking of this, he gradually slowed down, distanced himself from the police car, and stopped on an empty street. At the same time, he reached for the Beretta in his pocket. This was his most commonly used cleaning method - to put people into the corners.
Just throw it in, shoot it and go away.
But soon, Gin stopped moving again and clicked his tongue.
It's a pity. If this kind of thing just happened, if Takashi Motegi was shot and killed immediately, it would make the police vigorously dig out the "organization" behind him. If he were in Tokyo, he would not worry about problems, and even if there were problems,
It's also a matter of the logistics group. But now we are in Osaka, and he can be regarded as the imperial envoy sent by the boss.
In short, to avoid accidents, it is best for this fraudster to disappear. After all, he is now being targeted by the police, and it is reasonable for him to want to escape.
"Kill. Don't dirty the car." Gin handed the matter to Vodka, "Wait until we get another person, and send the two of them to the research department together. That kind of department is always short of materials."
Vodka was not surprised by this. He turned to look at Motegi Takashi. Although he sympathized with this guy a little, he only sympathized with him for being targeted by Wu Zuo.
Vodka: "..." Such a slight trace of comradeship cannot make him show mercy. And even if he keeps it, it will be useless. Brother Gin is still sitting in front, and it's just an extra head.
With this thought in mind, he stretched out the big hand he usually used to type on the keyboard, and his joints made a sudden noise.
Motegi Takashi was shocked. He had never thought that the two people could not communicate at all, and the words he had honed for a long time were of no use at all. He searched for terms that could be used to negotiate, but with the huge volume of vodka
As the shadow approached, Motegi's mind gradually became blank: "Wait, don't come over, what are you going to do?!...Ahhhh!
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There was soon no sound in the car.
Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, and his ears became much clearer.
But at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed something quietly moving next to the empty passenger seat.
"?!" Gin turned his head suddenly, the gun was faster than his eyes, and Beretta pointed at it with strong murderous intent.
The next second, the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against the head of a fluffy cat.
The jet-black cat was startled for a moment, then became happy and raised its tail in a friendly manner.
Gin was silent for a moment, and after a closer look, he found that the cat looked familiar - it was not a completely black cat, but had four snow-white claws. It was just lying in the car, waiting in secret, with its claws pressed against
Under the body, it is extremely inconspicuous.
Gin: "..." Is this Wu Zuo's cat?
…When did this cat sneak up here? It’s actually more ubiquitous than Wu Zuo.
Speaking of this, Wu Zuo even took the cat with him on a business trip, and he took it to a place like Osaka that was completely unfamiliar to cats, and he didn't worry about the cat getting lost... However, the cat really didn't get lost.
Does it have any unique positioning skills?
When I was chatting with Wu Zuo before, I did hear him say that Wu Zuo's subordinate named Hei... Xitu had spent some time in the circus before.
But the circus actually has cat training skills?
If it is true, since this technique can be used on one cat, then other cats...
Gin's mind was slightly divergent, and he couldn't help but flash a team of cats in his mind. Each cat had a sharp blade in its mouth, just like it had held a note written by Wu Zuo and sent a message to Wu Zuo.
.In the dead of night, the moon is dark and the wind is high, those difficult targets on the assassination list are approached by cats in their sleep, and their throats are slit with a knife...
Blood splattered in his head, and Gin couldn't help but reveal a pleasant smile.
Just as he was thinking about it, he felt the hem of his clothes sink slightly. When he lowered his head, he saw the cat taking advantage of his distraction and quietly scratching at his clothes.
"..." Tsk, a cat is just a cat after all, and it can't change its habit of scratching wherever it goes.
Looking at the new windbreaker he bought before coming to Osaka, Gin's finger on the trigger couldn't help but tighten threateningly.
But then I felt that it was too stupid to care about a cat, just like the murderer in Wu Zuo's novel who exposed himself because he killed the cat.
He then snorted coldly and took back his gun.
After thinking for a moment, Gin picked up the cat and swung it towards Vodka.
Vodka stared at the familiar cat and had a bad feeling in his heart: "..."
The cat's nose was slightly raised and it sniffed the air.
After a while, it didn't know what it found, and turned to look at the vodka.
There was a silent confrontation between the man and the cat for a moment. The cat indeed seemed to like vodka more. It jumped to his side lightly, kicked up its clothes and jumped on top of the hat, and skillfully slapped Vodka on the head with its paw.
Vodka: "..." Big brother!
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Thanks to the elders for your [monthly tickets] (σ≧?▽?≦?)σ.
