In the stairwell of the Dongye Building, Qing Shuijing took advantage of the moment when the strong man with the gun relaxed, and used a high-level whip to pin his gun-holding hand against the wall behind him, while simultaneously crushing his throat with a precise punch. The cartilage directly put him into a state of suffocation from which he could not save himself.
"Well……"
There was incredible shock and fear in his eyes, and the painful suffocation feeling in his throat made the strong man with the gun instinctively try to open his mouth wide to breathe.
However, in a person whose trachea has collapsed, this behavior makes absolutely no sense.
Blood surged up from his throat and was vomited out from his open mouth.
But even with such pain, the strong man with the gun could not make a slightly louder sound, or even say any meaningful words.
"Uh, uh, ah..."
He did not die immediately. The strong man with the gun, tightly wrapped in boundless suffocation and pain, weakly raised his hand to grab his own throat and scratched hard.
[Hurry up...inform the boss and them...]
From the fourth floor to the first floor, no matter whether you stamp your feet or slap your hands on the wall, the sound will not reach below.
His face gradually turned red, and veins crawled up his neck and cheeks. After realizing that it was impossible to make any sound from his mouth, the desperate gun-wielding man thought of the gun in his hand.
There are his companions in the lobby on the first floor. He has only reached the fourth floor now. As long as the gunshot can be made, the people below will definitely hear it!
However, he soon found in despair that Qing Shuijing's whip leg had firmly stepped on his finger and the trigger of the gun.
Under normal circumstances, he might still have the strength to forcefully press the trigger, but now...
He could only feel desperately that the strength in his body was disappearing little by little.
"Well……"
Blood with foam still poured out from the mouth, staining the chest of the strong man holding the gun blood red.
The strength in his body gradually disappeared, and soon the strong man with the gun lost the ability to stand. He leaned against the wall and slid to the ground little by little.
However, even at this moment, Qing Shuijing still did not take back her leg that pressed his hand against the wall.
His vision began to blur. At the last moment of his life, the strong man with the gun raised his head, only to see the same plain expression on Qing Shuijing's face.
There was no unnecessary emotion in her eyes because she used such a cruel killing method.
She just watched calmly as the strong man holding the gun lost his strength little by little, and finally died of suffocation.
Only then did she finally put her legs down, and then quickly took action to catch the firearm that was about to fall to the ground.
This whole process sounds like a long time, but in fact it only takes a minute or two. After all, the blood with foam not only spurted out from the mouth of the strong man holding the gun, but also poured into his lungs, causing He died faster.
Everything was just as Qing Shuijing expected. The strong man with the gun failed to make any louder noise until he was completely dead, let alone notify his companions in the hall on the first floor.
"I didn't expect that this gun could give you such a sense of security and make you so relaxed."
Seizing the back collar of the strong man holding the gun, Qing Shuijing dragged his body and casually dragged him to a room on the upper floor.
Taking off the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest, Qing Shuijing closed the door and left the room, heading downstairs.
Suppressing the sound of his footsteps, Qingshui quietly walked from the stairwell to the underground parking lot without alerting the terrorists in the lobby on the first floor.
Perhaps because of the previous explosion, all the original lighting in the underground parking lot had been extinguished. Walking alone in this dark and cold environment, Qing Shuijing took out the car key from his pocket and pressed it.
In an instant, the headlights of a car not far away flashed twice.
Qing Shuijing walked over and opened the trunk of the car. Inside was a pile of sundries, including some clothes belonging to the two Suzuki sisters.
After temporarily moving all these things out, Qing Shuijing skillfully grasped both sides of the bottom of the trunk and pulled hard.
Immediately, the plywood was lifted up by her, revealing a small space hidden under the plywood.
In this small space, there are three black suitcases placed side by side.
Lifting the suitcase on the far right and placing it at his feet, Qing Shuijing opened the suitcase in the middle, which contained a set of portable satellite communication equipment.
Quickly turning it on, Qing Shuijing picked up the microphone above and dialed a number.
"Hello? Who's there? If nothing happens, I'll hang up first."
She didn't have to wait for long before Bai Heqing's lazy voice rang on the phone.
"It's me." Qing Shuijing replied calmly.
"Oh, Bu Luo Xin."
On the phone, Bai Heqing was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "That's awesome, isn't the signal on that artificial island blocked?
It seems that not long has passed since the explosion, and you can actually contact me? "
The father and daughter have their own unique way of communicating. Shirakawa is always very direct in expressing his emotions to people he doesn't care much about, but for people he really cares about, his emotions are very obscure.
Just like this sentence, Bai Heqing actually cares about her, even though it doesn't sound like it.
"It took a little effort." Qing Shuijing... Bai Hejing replied succinctly.
Faced with Bai Heqing's strange concern, she also had a corresponding response.
It took a little effort.
It's like no effort was expended.
It means no injuries.
It means you don’t have to worry about me.
As for how she contacted Bai Heqing, neither of them was interested in talking or listening.
Because both father and daughter have considerable trust in each other's abilities, for them, all they need is to confirm the final result.
After the brief but sincere concern ended, Bai Hejing quickly got to the point.
"This artificial island has been hijacked by an organization calling itself the Liberators, and the radio tower in the center of the island is also controlled by them.
As you speculated before, the target of this organization is us. Among them is a small leader named Kazuo Ohuchi, who may be a criminal from the Metropolitan Police Department. I am not sure about this.
Their leader's name is Kuroyori Yasushi, and he sounds like a middle-aged man. Because I've only heard his broadcast before, I'm not sure if he himself is on this artificial island.
They are said to have a list of members of the organization, and they are now taking the people on the list to Beiye based on the information on the list. According to their leader, they will execute these people in Beiye simultaneously across Japan. Play.
I don't know much about the members of the White Way, so I'm not sure the authenticity of this list, but I have written down all the people they mentioned, and I can recite the list if necessary. "
After briefly explaining the situation on the island to Bai Heqing, Bai Heqing paused for a moment and asked.
"What do you need me to do next?"
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(End of chapter)
