Miwako's operation was very successful. To Shiro Nagagusa, such a woman was no different from the fish he was handling on the chopping board. He quickly used the cleaver to cut off the woman's limbs, leaving only the bones.
During the whole process, the woman felt nothing. Anthony kept getting closer and looked at the wounds on the woman's body and at the position where Nagagusa Shiro cut the knife. But just like those researchers who study superhuman beings, in addition to constantly attacking their self-perception,
, there is no gain.
"I want to talk to her now, and then we'll talk about you." Tang Ji motioned to Anthony to take Shiro Nagaso away, and the rest left the third floor in a wise manner.
A few seconds later, Miwako, who was lying on the table, opened her eyes.
She looked like she had just woken up, her eyes were calm and lazy, and she was not affected by her severed limb at all. Nagagusa Shiro temporarily blocked her pain response.
But even so, for a beautiful woman who lost a leg, an arm and a third of one side above the collarbone, she seemed too calm.
"Did you save me?" Miwako asked Tangji. She could speak the federal language, which Tangji knew when she mouthed the word Losas before.
"The Huangban Group will thank you." There was finally a slight fluctuation in the woman's tone, and Tang Ji keenly sensed the woman's anxiety: "As long as you can send me to the Huangban Intelligence Station a few streets away, I have something to do.
The message concerning the fate of all mankind must be sent out!"
This is a truly career-oriented woman. After her life was out of danger, she immediately started to continue her unfinished tasks.
Tang Ji admired her very much.
"Is it about the players?" Tang Ji asked, looking into the woman's eyes.
Miwako showed an expression of surprise, then turned into despair, but soon became determined again.
She seemed to regard herself as a naturalized person. Tang Ji judged the woman's expression: "I am not a naturalized person, nor a player. I am here to deal with a body warehouse they hide here. As for you, we met
Just an accident."
Miwako didn't speak. She experienced the torture of Nagagusa Shiro. She didn't know how long she had been imprisoned by that pervert. When a person encounters extreme pain, the ability to perceive time will also be distorted. She may have been here for a week, or
It could be several months.
She didn't know what was going on outside, but she wouldn't believe this man just because of a few words. This might be a new idea that Nagagusa Shiro had come up with.
The lunatic always had many ideas when it came to torturing people, such as letting her and the victim next door watch each other being tortured.
In fact, for a period of time, their only source of food was each other's flesh, but it was a pity that Miwako was the only one to bear this suffering.
Her scumbag companion went completely crazy as early as the third day Miwako came here, before Miwako lost her sense of time.
"It doesn't matter, I will take you away, but I can't hand you over to Arasha immediately. We just stopped the Miki Consortium's rescue, and they will be back soon." Tangji pointed at Miwako's wound: "I plan to put you away.
Nagagusa Shiro stays here, but your injury may not be so peaceful by then."
"I will live!" Upon hearing the name Nagagusa Shiro, Miwako gritted her teeth and said, "Please give me the opportunity to sword Nagaso Shiro!"
Tang Ji looked at Miwako's eyes and knew that her physical disability could not stop this woman, so he nodded lightly.
A few minutes later, everyone returned to the third floor. Nagagusa Shiro, with a deathly gray face, was sitting on his knees in the center of the room, seemingly resigned to his fate.
Miwako put on a pair of loose underwear to prevent the wound from being difficult to treat later, and Anthony had prepared various first-aid supplies beside her.
Chrissy Cunningham was supporting Miwako and keeping her standing. In her hand was the half samurai sword belonging to Nagagusa Shiro.
"I said, I won't let you go." Miwako stood behind Nagagusa Shiro and said in a sinister tone: "I will do what I said!"
"In fifty years of life, there is no immortality." Nagakusa Shiro even refused to look back at Miwako. Instead, he turned to look at Tang Ji and smiled miserably: "You are right, I should finish that fish.
..”
Whoosh!
Miwako waved the broken blade with one arm, her movements still capable. The blade slashed through, and Nagakusa Shiro's head fell to the ground, but then Miwako's huge wound suddenly burst open, and more blood spurted out than Nagakusa Shiro's body.
Anthony kicked open the headless corpse, held a can of coagulation spray in each hand, and sprayed it wildly at Miwako's wounds, while monitoring Miwako's vital signs on his goggles.
The blood pressure and pulse were dropping rapidly, but Miwako's consciousness was still clear. She looked at the dead head on the floor and finally laughed. At this moment, she believed that Tang Ji was no longer one of them.
"You already know the most valuable information. All I can tell you is that the Miki Consortium is controlled by Losas, and they have been providing convenience to those people!" Miwako's face was pale, but the medicine produced by LS Road was effective enough.
A biological protective film has been formed on the wound surface, stopping bleeding and isolating the wound from contact with air.
"She won't die for the time being." Anthony finished bandaging. Miwako remained silent throughout the process, but there were still horrifying screams surrounding everyone's ears.
The man covered under the white cloth screamed with all his strength because Nagagusa Shiro's power failed.
"Do we need to deal with his injury? Or should we give him a break?" Anthony asked. He didn't know who was covered under the white cloth, but Tang Ji looked indifferent. Anthony believed that the other party probably deserved it.
"He doesn't deserve any pleasure, just let him wait here to die." Tang Ji showed a cruel smile.
"It's up to you, where should we go now?" Wang Zhengdao looked at a room full of old and young people and asked, "I can't take so many people away at once, let alone a seriously injured person."
"With Carl here, we can go directly to the hotel next door to check in." Tang Ji pointed at Mr. Good Luck.
Of course, in the end, they did not check directly into the hotel next door. Instead, under Miwako's guidance, they spared two blocks and hid in a desert information station disguised as a cake shop.
This cake shop has an authentic federal style sign, and there is a portrait of a pastry chef standing at the door. A man with light blond shoulder-length hair, wearing rimless glasses, wearing an apron, and crossing his chest with his hands.
There is a row of donuts on the table.
Tang Ji didn't pay attention when he just passed by, but the next second he rushed back to the standing painting, almost dodging his waist, looking at the regular meeting with an unbelievable face: "Mikkelsen?"