In the evening, two figures filed out of the back door of the City Highway Police Station.
Turning around, one of the middle-aged men in a suit took the initiative to extend his hands, shook hands with the big cap sent to the door from behind, and exchanged warm greetings. By the way, a slightly thick envelope was delivered smoothly.
Saying goodbye, the two walked out of the police station and came to the roadside.
There was a silver BMW that had been waiting for a long time. His slender fingers stuck out of the car window to put out his cigarette, and he stood tall and pushed the door down. Who else could it be if it wasn't Hitomi Hitoshi?
Ignoring another evil man with a thoughtful expression, he faced the middle-aged man in a suit, smiled and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, Section Chief Oribe. I'm sorry to trouble you to make this trip."
The middle-aged man in a suit bowed quickly and responded: "You are too polite. This is what I should do."
In fact, judging from his appearance and age, the middle-aged man in a suit is older than Hitomi Hitoshi. However, his verbal attitude when facing the latter is very respectful, so it can only be due to the difference in status and level. In other words,
In other words, this person should undoubtedly belong to Kitouji.
After chatting politely for a while, he said, "Let's do this for now, Section Chief Oribe. Wait for my call and I'll treat you to dinner another day." One of the characteristics of a good person is that he treats people with ease, and no one can find fault with him.
However, when he turned around to face the evil man who had remained silent, Hitomi clearly no longer had the patience: "Guan is stupid? Why are you still standing there? Get in the car!"
"I'm really convinced! He's a professional killer. Even if he was caught by the highway police for speeding, he was still caught at the scene? Will he run away? Does he know that he wasted so much of your reading time to get him out? He is committing a crime.
Does he know..."
After a pause, he crossed his arms and said, "It's just an explanation. You will tell him later - what kind of relationship he decides to maintain with me is his own business, and you will take care of it. But one day, you will definitely have to fight."
When he wanted to kill me, if he stopped me, you would beat him to death as well."
Seeing this, Qin Meng twitched the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to stop him: "Yes, just wait there for a while."
"Uh...hi!"
"You will see the surveillance video of the kendo hall, the big ghost who killed old man Chatani in the future." Feng Mo Qianye recalled with squinted eyes, "Last year, in a gymnasium in Huaxia Lingjiang, there should be people who have risen from the four states. Ha, this
Aren’t you here for that big ghost?”
"Lead the way, go to him."
"Drive, follow, you remember."
"There is no easy passage in the front yard. I will follow you, little man." The middle-aged woman in a suit took the pistol, gritted her teeth and stood up, looking like she was carrying the explosive pack first and shot it down first.
"Oh, that's right." Feng Mo Qin Meng said matter-of-factly, "At that time, this guy grabbed the police gun and fled into the water channel. But your intuition tells you that I was on top and never left."
"What on earth did he want to say?" Feng Mo Qianye frowned inexplicably.
"Hi!"
"Indeed." Qin Mengren nodded in agreement, then suddenly seemed to remember something, "By the way, how many times have they fought against each other that time? Eight times, seven times, or..."
Going to check on the confused middle-aged woman in a suit, Fuma Chino looked at Musashi Hitomi meaningfully, and said with a smile: "Guess, who got it? Friendly reminder, except for the one at the door whose neck was broken, all the others
Everyone is shot in the eye and killed with one shot."
"Ha, it seems that he guessed it." Feng Mo Qianye smiled proudly, "You just checked and found that the host server outside the house has been touched. You guessed that I am also paying attention to Ren Jizuo's movements and taking the opportunity to find the whereabouts of this big ghost.
, what does he think?"
"I know, he will wait quickly."
Before he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound, and the body of the silver BMW suddenly shook, but it regained control in an instant.
"Shut up, him!" Hitoshi Musashi saw a white line on his forehead and interrupted unbearably, "Who does he think is him? Asao has been in the industry for more than 70 years, and he has never made any mistakes. That time he really didn't make any mistakes.
A bit abnormal..."
Squinting at the profile of the face with clear outlines that looked like a cartoon character, Fuma Qianye quickly retracted his fist and suddenly grinned nervously: "It seems that he really cares about me. He is very bad. Just wait for the day when he rebels."
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"Ah? Oh oh."
Did Musashi Qin Meng question it? He said in astonishment: "So, he stayed at the accident scene to leave, not thinking about that?"
"..."
It must be said that the middle-aged woman in a suit's attitude towards Musashi Hitomi was respectful, but she was truly in awe when facing Fuma Chino Suzuji, and she felt a little bit of fear. She hurriedly stepped forward, but she dared to be indifferent and turned around.
After running the car, Fuma Qianye lowered himself and sat back in the BMW.
Musashi Hitoshi calmly controlled the steering wheel, looked behind him, and drove the car in a disciplined manner. He sighed leisurely: "It's a bad image, so you have to stop me."
"If there is another traffic accident, do you think you will take advantage of him?"
Musashi Jinjian's brows furrowed and he spoke without hesitation.
Then you can see the gap in rank.
In fact, when the latter pushed the door and got into the car, outside the BMW, Musashi Hitomi had already turned off the stereo, took out a pistol from somewhere, calmly got into the car, and walked over.
In the car, Qin Meng calmly took back the palms wrapped around his fists from the side of his face and put them under the steering wheel again. His head turned during the whole process, and his eyes were always focused on the road behind him. He was a bad driver.
Very slowly, seven minutes have passed. Across the door, the evening breeze blew gently by. Feng Mo Qianye suddenly appeared like a ghost. He glanced at the middle-aged woman in a suit who raised her hand and raised the gun and was busy folding the clothes.
, retreat to the post.
I came to the guard box and took a look behind the window. In the pale white room, I saw a figure lying on the back of a wooden chair, with his neck naturally twisted. Behind him, under the table, was a surveillance screen full of snowflakes, as well as a half cup of cold coffee, and
There was only one large piece of bacon cheese pizza left.
"Beep——"
Feng Mo Qianye took the phone and dialed the number, but the power-off prompt came from the receiver. He simply hung up and threw back: "Nikizuo, where are we?"
"That's not to say that I took the time to take a bath there before finishing the killing. Haha, that's not the way to get into the waterway! It's boring, it's so boring! Hahaha——"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Speaking of the previous part, the fire in my eyes started again, I couldn't help but rub my palms, and the joy of regaining the traces of my prey was beyond words.
Under the driver's seat, Musashi Qin Meng frowned slightly: "What does he want to do again?"
"What sword?"
Tsk, what an unlucky guy, he finished the last dinner... Musashi Hitomi smacked his lips in sympathy, and handed the gun to the middle-aged woman in a suit: "Get up, is there an ambush? At most, is there an ambush?
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"Count it, count you four..."
"What?"
Musashi Hitomi continued to remain silent.
Turning his head and looking out the window, he hummed loudly: "I will always be so unlucky!"
The car behind honked the horn, and after a few seconds, the iron door of the villa in the bright night did not move at all. After another beep, there was still no movement. The middle-aged woman in a suit opened the door and got into the car with a curse.
Feng Mo Qianye looked up and down, as if he was looking at a patient who had just escaped from the mental hospital, with a puzzled look on his face: "These guys outside the department are always having trouble with their brains, and there is something wrong with his brain too?! Yes?"
Isn't there a report at the beginning of the mission? That's a big deal? You even mobilized troops to wave people over. You knew it and thought that the Shinto people had rebelled... Huh? It's wrong to be a traitor and look bad. You've been wanting to kill me for a long time.
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"This intuition did not tell him that there is no professional term for his behavior, it is called chasing a boat for a sword!"
"If there is anything, I'll take it as you have said it." Musashi Hitoshi ignored it and said seriously, "But you must remind him that the purpose of your visit was to find Aseng and ask me why I remained silent.
As for the big ghosts and ghosts he mentioned, without Azuo and the Wild Boar Commandos, you need to intervene... What's that look in his eyes?"
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"You see he is abnormal." That time it was Fuma Chino who interrupted with a sarcastic tone, "From the beginning of these rookies hanging around in Thailand, to Takuro Yamayama, to the previous successful Chinese operations, there has not been a successor
For a period of time, the Echizen Miha Ninja Division was almost completely covered... He was the one who blocked the situation eight times and two times. The director had already made the decision to kill this guy. What, are you really addicted to being a peacemaker? Or are you?
, do you want to take action against his savior?"
"Congratulations to him, he can't apply for leave."
After saying that, he raised his head and looked at the villa in front of the door, which was not bright at all. He squinted his eyes. Outside the pitch-white environment, an inner window on the seventh floor of the villa seemed to be emitting wisps of white smoke.
There was a clattering sound on the rails, and the iron door opened on both sides. Then he came out of the guard box, holding a slice of pizza in his mouth and swallowing it in two mouthfuls. He casually wiped his fingers on his trouser legs and asked clearly to the middle-aged woman in a suit who was retreating:
"There aren't many people in their branch?"
The words were speculative, so to speak. The car ride went by in silence, oh, it was also completely silent, and the car audio was not turned on. The only song played was an Austrian classical symphony, which seemed to suit the passengers' taste, so they stood up straight away.
Collar, close your eyes and take a deep rest. The driver was very happy listening to it, and his fingers were beating to the melody, looking like he was immersed in the enjoyment.
As for Feng Mo Qin Meng, who was sitting under the passenger seat, he had long since disappeared.
Just now Feng Mo Qianye was provoking him face to face, but Qin Mengren was like a breeze blowing over the mountains, showing no reaction at all. But when the former calmly explained the objective facts, Feng Mo Qianye's breathing suddenly became heavier.
It is true that although he is known as a crazy person in the world, as a top killer, Feng Mo Qianye may be really crazy. At most, the judgment in his eyes is quite reliable. Combined with someone's ambiguous relationship with the rise of four states,
The context and cause and effect are basically vague.
"Guess it's coming out, it's the bathroom, I blew up the bathtub outside!"
Feng Mo Qianye, on the other hand, was as evil as a maniac, holding his belly and laughing excitedly: "Guess again, what kind of room is this smoking window in front of?"
"..."
The scene was so turbid and clear that one could almost see what happened after a long time.
"Hey, one of them actually ran away. Has the whole army been wiped out? Is it a mistake or not? There is no future. He retreated and clicked, contacted the escaped guy and asked me to come back quickly."
While mumbling sadly, he opened the car door. The former, at worst, was not Feng Mo Qianye. Hearing the words, he seemed to have not heard anything, and roundaboutly opened his palm to the middle-aged woman in a suit: "Mobile phone."
"Huh? Cough! Renji, the villain, passed by there a few days later. You provided a batch of weapons. The previous movements... you need to go back to the branch to check."
He walked slowly to the guard box next to the iron gate, stood on tiptoe, raised his head and patted the window. At the last moment, his straight suit was completely straight, as if stiff. Then he reflexively bent over and squatted, leaning against the wall, and making gestures inward repeatedly.
Such a weird atmosphere lasted for about half an hour until we arrived at a remote villa.