Chapter 281: As promised, the sword is with the person, but the sword dies and the person dies?
Early in the morning.
The streets were dimly lit, cars were speeding, and Gao Changfeng and Zong Qing sat together again. Gao Changfeng drove while Zong Qing talked on the phone.
"Sent to the military area? Didn't you encounter any problems along the way? Okay, it seems that the other party has admitted that the operation failed... You don't need to go back to the base, just contact Shaobai and go directly to Shaobai's place. Work harder and join the class again. Don't expect it.
Fuma Musashi is left behind, but since we have won the battle, we have to gain something after all. We must find out about the South Korean group and how they came in..."
After explaining this, Zong Qing put away his phone and exhaled, "Okay, liaison officer, the contact person, including the hard drive, has made sure it is safe. Our operation has been successfully completed."
After pondering for a while, he continued, "Based on all the intelligence information, the situation can now be roughly clarified. Putting aside the gang of car crash gunmen in South Korea, the Kitouji tracking team dispatched two top killers this time, Fuma Musashi.
, Takuro Yamashita, and several elite killers. Ha, it’s really expensive, I don’t know what’s in the hard drive..."
Without speculating too much on this topic, he continued, "To say that I was lucky to win this time. With such a force gathered together, even a sneak attack on the Lingjiang base and a small-scale assault battle were more than enough. However, in the end, we were defeated.
They resorted to a fueling tactic... Those elite killers were the first to arrive, and the intelligence source had determined that the contact person's cell phone had been hacked. It should have been Takuro Yamashita, and only he could do it quietly.
After accomplishing this, follow the contact person to reach Lingjiang. As for Fuuma Musashi, the taxi driver took a detour... This kind of thing, haha..."
Speaking of this, Zong Qing couldn't help but laugh out loud, "It's bad luck for him! Then there's the stage fight with the little Zen master... It's really dangerous! If I guess correctly, when I brought the liaison officer to meet with the contact person, Yamashita
Takuro should be nearby, waiting for a move. If there hadn't been something wrong with Fuma Musashi and he had to go to the rescue, he might have overturned the situation in one fell swoop!"
Shaking his head, Zong Qing had a bit of unconcealable fear on his face, and his tone was quite lucky. People who are not an expert will never understand the terrifying destructive power that a top killer can bring, especially one who has never exposed anything from the beginning to the end.
Information, the top killer who has never been within the scope of intelligence! It is no exaggeration to say that once a sudden attack occurs, it will definitely be a disaster!
"Yeah." Gao Changfeng, who was holding the steering wheel, was a little silent, or absent-minded. After hearing this, he slowly shook his head and said, "Listening to what you said, I feel much better..."
"ah?"
"Xiao Sun has reported that when he saw that person at the entrance of the gymnasium, he was carrying a sniper rifle. He must be heading for Fuma Musashi. He was probably tired of being pestered, so he simply took this opportunity to go down.
Killed... With this sniper ability, as long as he fired, he would be 100% sure, but it was a pity that he was destroyed by Takuro Yamashita who arrived."
Shaking his head, Gao Changfeng couldn't help but sigh, "What I want to say is that this is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Why did I choose to retreat so easily? It would have been better to wait and see with a little hesitation! If I had known earlier
The one who shot the sniper rifle, I..."
"I think you're thinking about shit!" Zong Qing interrupted without mercy.
"Well……"
"Not convinced? Unwilling? Then let me interview you. Do you think you are good enough and can withstand Yamashita Takuro's sneak attack like that one? Well, even if Yamashita Takuro is blocked by that one, what about Fuma Musashi? He is
It's true that the injury was serious, but a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, so you can definitely eat him? Not necessarily, he retreated very gracefully, and by the way, he even teased Xiao Ren."
Gao Changfeng pressed his nose: "It's an opportunity anyway..."
Nodding, "Yes, I admit that this is indeed an opportunity, but it is for people like that and the little Zen Master. As for you..." Zong Qing looked over with a half-smile but not a smile, "Sacrifice heroically and become a martyr.
Do you want the opportunity?"
"..."
There's no way to talk about it.
Fortunately, the car had arrived at its destination, a five-star high-end hotel. After getting off the car, Gao Changfeng just walked into the hotel lobby through the revolving door. If he felt something, Gao Changfeng turned his head and looked at the rest area on one side.
On the sofa over there, a handsome star-looking man with long hair stood up. It was Park Jong-sung. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time. His eyes met, he nodded, and then walked to the elevator first.
Seeing this, Gao Changfeng and the two raised their eyebrows: "It's interesting. He had expected that we would come to find him. He seems quite calm."
"As for the eldest son of the Park family, with the current underground situation in South Korea, the Park family has a high probability of replacing the status of Banshanjin, especially after this incident... Although it is said that this person does not have a good relationship with the family, but his identity is
There is still no shortage of magnanimity here. Well, come over, everyone has invited you."
Not far away, Park Jong-sung stood in the passage, opened the elevator door, and waved his hand in an inviting gesture. Zong Qing and the other two walked forward and entered the elevator. Park Jong-sung followed, casually nodded to a high-rise building, and smiled politely.
Chinese explained: "Please forgive me for being self-assertive. I have booked a conference room to facilitate our subsequent conversation."
Gao Changfeng looked intently. He never interfered in this kind of external communication. He came here just to be a bodyguard. Oh, maybe this role is unnecessary, because whether it is from the state of his face or the faint radiance in the elevator
From the smell of the wound medicine, one could easily tell that Park Jong-sheng was injured, and the injury was serious.
Zong Qing thought for a while and said with a smile: "Mr. Park seems to be sure that we won't arrest anyone?"
"I didn't commit a crime, right?" Park Jong-sung shrugged and said easily, "In a sense, I am a victim."
"Maybe." Zong Qing's smile remained unchanged, "But there is no reason why members of the underground world are innocent, and I think Mr. Park also knows that."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Park Zhongsheng looked slightly bitter and nodded: "Of course, this is what I mean by victim, including the identity of the members of the underground world... I have not
Chosen." He sighed softly, with lonely eyes.
Zong Qing was stunned when he heard the words. He looked at Park Zhongsheng thoughtfully based on the information he had read about the Park family when he came, and said nothing more. The elevator door opened, and the three of them walked into the conference room along the corridor and made a general inspection.
After settling down and taking a seat, Park Zhongsheng brought some paper cups for tea, while Zong Qing placed a recording pen on the table.
"Start now?"
…
At the same time, in an old residential area in the city, there was a small clinic on the roadside that had long closed.
It should be the attending physician's office. The lights were not turned on. Only an alcohol lamp the size of a bean sprout was turned on. A blurry figure was lying quietly on an old-fashioned wicker chair. His chest did not rise and fall. If it hadn't been for a few minutes, it would
There was a sound of long breathing, echoing in the room, as if death had passed away.
It seemed that he had just dealt with the injury on his own. The plate on the table next to him was filled with simple medical instruments such as scalpels, suture scissors, and hemostatic forceps. On the ground beside him were countless cotton balls, wound cloths, and blood-stained clothes.
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The curtains moved slightly, the bean sprout flames flickered, and the next moment, the scalpel on the plate suddenly disappeared. "It's me." A faint voice sounded in time, there seemed to be water ripples beside the window, and a dark figure appeared out of thin air.
Stepping into the area covered by the flames, wearing dark purple night clothes, it was Yamashita Takuro. Looking at his temporary partner who was half-dead on the wicker chair, he slightly raised his lips under the scarf, "In the myth of close combat in the underground world, the famous Fuma Musashi also made mistakes.
?”
"Occasionally, there will always be." The relationship between the two seemed to be normal, but after hearing these unabashedly sarcastic words, Fuma Musashi didn't care or explain, and replied casually, without even opening his eyes.
Yamashita Takuro took another step forward: "But the mission failed. Because of your arbitrary actions, the tracing team was completely damaged!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, but people die anyway, don't they?"
"Including yourself?"
"Of course." Fuma Musashi tilted his head and opened his eyes lazily, "In fact, I am looking forward to the moment of death. I imagine it will be wonderful."
Yamashita Takuro snorted: "So it's unnecessary for me to save you!"
"That's not true. I will always experience the beauty of death, but before that, there are still many unknown beauty of life waiting for me to experience. So, Arigado, thank you very much for your help!" Although he is still sitting there.
He didn't stand up, but Fuma Musashi's tone of thanks was still very sincere. Then, with eager eyes, he asked, "How do you feel?"
Frowning, "Feeling? What feeling? What are you talking about."
"Ghost! It's the one you fought with in the stands!" Fuma Musashi waved his arms in an exaggerated way and gestured, "I've seen it, it must be him, there can be no one else... How do you feel?"
"Is he a ghost?"
Yamashita Takuro was startled when he heard this, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his left ear. Fuma Musashi looked at him, his eyes suddenly opened with a strange light, "Are you injured? Ha, he did it!"
He was indeed injured, but it was not serious. There was just a piece of meat missing from the lobe of his left ear. The bleeding had stopped. You couldn't tell if you weren't paying attention. But Yamashita Takuro's face was extremely ugly. He was calm and silent for a while, and said lightly: "He is very sad."
Strength, martial arts, awareness, marksmanship, and close combat are all top-notch, especially sniper strength..."
Having said this, after a pause, Yamashita Takuro squinted his eyes and subconsciously recalled the scene. One moment, he was still concentrating on aiming at the target. The next moment, he sensed the danger almost as if he was not foreseeing it. He suddenly turned the gun and fired hastily.
It happened to be almost hit... In fact, it was already hit. If he hadn't subconsciously turned his head during the exercise, then what was blown away was not the earlobe pieces, but the entire head. This hand was a sniper.
...Maybe it's luck, right? A nerve gun? But what's the explanation for the pistol marksmanship that follows...
His eyes flickered a few times, and he suppressed these thoughts in an instant, "I was careless. If I knew that he was a ghost, I would have been more cautious in my actions, so that now... my knife would not be snatched away by him!"
"Knife? Broken jade? That precious ninja sword of yours? The one made by Shinto people?" After a series of soul tortures, Fuma Musashi lowered his gaze after hearing the words, and then noticed the empty waist of the other party, and his eyes suddenly widened.
, then, the grin became wider and wider, "Ha, haha, haha, cough, cough, cough..."
It must have been an injury somewhere. He didn't care about Takuro Yamashita, who was exuding a murderous chill all over his body. He laughed while Fuma Musashi coughed violently and almost burst into tears.
"Shattered jade, broken jade?"
"You were robbed now? You are indeed my favorite opponent! Haha..."
"By the way, you used to...didn't you say before that where the knife is, the person is still there, but the knife dies and the person dies? Haha..."
He held his breath, exploded, screamed, and the flames of the alcohol lamp swayed, "Wind! Demon! Wu! Zang! You go to hell——"