This posture cannot be said to completely expose the armpits, but it is also at a certain angle. After all, the arms are not completely closed.
In fact, it doesn't matter if it is not exposed at all. The assassin can also choose other arteries, such as the subclavian artery, carotid artery, femoral artery, etc. Therefore, Shun Sibo felt a slight pain in his armpit. When it hurt, he didn't even react.
Otherwise, all unique products, no matter what kind, are harmful to people. Normally, Shun Sibo would be the first to respond. At the very least, his brain would be able to react.
But he has been smoking for an hour, and why can pressed tablets, or all unique products, give people a short-lived, illusory and ecstatic feeling? It's because this thing can damage human brain nerves. It overloads the stimulation of the cranial nerves and kills brain cells and nerve elements in a needle-like manner, and this damage is irreversible. That is to say, it is almost impossible to recover from this kind of damage to the cranial nerves. Possible things. In this case, how could Shun Sibo be able to react?
When he felt his body sink, he felt something was wrong. Then he opened his eyes and saw a person pressing on him? Um? what happened?
At this time, doubts arose in his mind, but he was still pressed into pieces without any vigilance about "killing himself". He was stunned for a moment, then blinked violently, trying to distinguish, and at the same time, trying to clear his mind. Then he had it, and if it was bad, this person might be doing harm to him.
But just when he was about to take out his hands and prepare to fight back. At this time, his mind began to feel heavy, and this feeling of heavy feeling became heavier and heavier, and soon spread to his whole body. Causing his own strength to disappear rapidly. And Shun Sibo's last thought was: "It's over."
That's right, it's about to end. In fact, this assassin from the Security Bureau did not expect that the anesthetic could take effect so quickly. That's why he fit in and pressed on. This is done to prevent the target Shun Sibo from resisting before the medicine is strong enough. And I couldn't hit him and cause some trauma to the opponent, so I could only use pressure.
But this hand was wasted. Shun Sibo fainted quickly. However, when the assassin thought about it, this was normal. After all, the injection site he injected was not a muscle injection or intravenous injection. Instead, the injection was injected directly into the opponent's axillary artery. The axillary artery is a direct continuation of the subclavian artery. One of the high-speed channels of human blood. How can arterial and intramuscular and intravenous injections be the same?
Doctors and nurses inject slowly to prevent the patient's heart from being overwhelmed, so it is definitely impossible to inject you into the artery. But I have no worries about this. Moreover, anyone with a little common sense knows that if there is a hole in an artery elsewhere, blood will slowly flow downward. But if the artery bleeds, to put it slightly exaggeratedly, it will spurt out like a small fountain. Therefore, the flow rate in the body is extremely fast, which makes the medicine flow throughout the body very quickly.
The assassin from the Security Bureau still didn't move. Although he could feel the target Shun Sibo under his body, his body was already relaxed and limp. But to be safe, he didn't get up immediately. He did this to prevent the other party from pretending. It would be bad if he got up immediately and the other party suddenly made a final struggle and left any traces.
For example, even if it is scratched, the target Shun Sibo's nails may break. Or he was scratching his own skin, leaving some flesh and blood in the other person's nails. Although the assassin didn't understand what DNA testing was, he didn't even have one these days. But after leaving these traces, people will still be able to see: Shun Sibo may have had a fight before his death. In this case, you still need to clean it up carefully, which is very troublesome.
After waiting for a short while, I also listened to the movement around me. Very good. During the whole injection process, I didn't make any noise. Only Shun Sibo lost consciousness and the pipe he held in his right hand fell to the ground, making a sound. Other than that, there was no other sound. However, this noise was obviously not enough to attract others' attention. Therefore, some smokers around and outside still had no special reaction.
After slowly getting up, he did not pick up the bong that fell on the ground. He would talk about it later. Therefore, the assassin returned to his original compartment after exiting this partition. He gently put the syringe in the box, then hugged the suitcase and walked out quietly again to Shun Sibo's cubicle.
Then he gently placed the box on the bedside table, then lowered his head and looked carefully at the position and angle at which the bong fell. At the same time, the gloves were already on the hands. He took out a pig-mouth gas mask connected to a tube from the box.
Since he got this gas mask, he has wiped it thoroughly, inside and out. So there shouldn't be anything falling out that shouldn't be there. Or it sticks to the target's hair or something.
He pointed the side of the rubber cover at Shun Sibo's head. He raised his left hand gently, then pushed down and used gentle force to pull the rubber as wide as possible and put it on Shun Sibo's head. This is an all-inclusive gas mask. Anyone who has played Counter-Strike has seen it, right? There is a policeman who uses a full-coverage gas mask. This one looks pretty much the same.
Then the assassin once again observed the position and angle of the cigarette that fell on the ground, then reached out to pick it up, put some new large paste on it, and gently inserted the suction side of the cigarette into the gas mask. In the mouth of the tube extending out. But he didn't immediately put it on the fire and let him breathe the smoke.
Instead, he gently untied the target Sun Sibo's clothes and carefully pulled them diagonally. Gently moved the target's arm. Well, it is an artery after all, so there was a little blood that oozed out when the needle was removed. Fortunately, it didn't stick to the other person's shirt.
Then he ignored the blood stain for the time being, but looked at the armpits of his shirt and stroked it back and forth with his hands. Okay, I didn’t see the fabric of the shirt being damaged when the needle was inserted. If it's stained with blood, you have to go to the trouble of changing the other person's clothes. If that doesn't work, you have to send a signal to the guys outside and ask them to buy something similar. Fortunately, it is no longer necessary. So he took it from the suitcase...
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