inside the room.
Asakura Makoto grasped the mouth of the bottle and shook the soda bottle violently. The carbon dioxide dissolved in the water quickly precipitated, squeezing out the air and washing it against his palm.
"You want me to perform?" Belmod sneered, "It's really what that guy would come up with, stupid but useful."
"But no, I don't want them to die. After all, their parents have also made great contributions, and Shirley's own research has also contributed to the organization..." Asakura Zhen chose the opportunity to let the disciples What outsiders hear will not be obscured by the dialogue of the characters in the movie.
"That's just right. I don't want their sisters to die. At least they can't die so easily before paying off the debt their parents owe me." Belmod broke off the popcorn and ate it sweetly, but his tone was gritted.
Acting skills——
“Is not aging considered a debt?”
"Of course!" Bermod said angrily, "Now that I use the identity of Chris, I have to lower my head to meet my old friends. The little people who didn't dare to show off their arrogance in front of me have met me now. You dare to talk so brazenly about how your mother and I were doing back then!"
Since she is not old, she can only use disguise skills to fake the aging and death of her original identity Sharon, and then wear the identity of her daughter Chris to move around. The direct consequence of this is that she is inexplicably shorter in front of her peers. One end.
Sharon, who was supposed to be a leading figure in the industry, suddenly turned into Chrissy, a newcomer who had just entered the industry and relied on her mother's protection.
"Forehead......"
Although it is now a play to confuse the eavesdropping Miyano sisters, Asakura Makoto always feels that Bermod has expressed part of his heart...
"Speaking of which, have you thought of a way to protect them?" Belmode realized that he had made a mistake and immediately brought the topic back, "Given how much you like those two sisters, you must have already thought of a way to deal with them, right? "
"Well, we have to see the results over there." Asakura glanced at the door and said meaningfully.
............
Tohru Amuro has never been so cautious.
The fight with Akai Shuichi just now made him understand that even if this opponent is forced into a desperate situation, he is not an opponent that can be dealt with easily——
He might not have been able to dodge a sniper's shot without vision.
Toru Amuro followed slowly along the blood stains dripping intermittently on the ground.
Now there are no bullets in the opponent's gun, and there are wounds on his body. Just like a hunter tracking an injured prey, the more the prey runs, the physical energy consumed and the continuous flow of blood will make it weaker and weaker, and finally it can only die somewhere. Waiting for hunters to come and pick up the bodies.
The blood stains lead all the way to the stairwell, and the ash that has not been cleaned for a long time in this abandoned building clearly shows the whereabouts of Akai Shuichi.
"I'm going downstairs. There are snipers outside. If you go out from the first floor, you will die. So are you heading to the parking lot?"
Although this building is abandoned, the underground parking lot is still in operation in a nearby area. If you can get a car from there, Shuichi Akai may have a chance of escaping.
Thinking of this, Toru Amuro quickened his pace.
The sound of dense footsteps echoed in the stairwell, chasing the invisible figure ahead.
All the way to the underground, the locked door leading to the parking lot was opened, and the footprints left on the dust showed the owner's whereabouts. At the same time, near the threshold, a tiny drop of blood revealed the fact that an injured person ran out.
Bourbon's eyesight was very good and he saw these clues clearly. Unsteady, he rushed towards the door with a single stride. At this time, the place where his back was facing——
There was a loud shout and an explosion, and almost instantly a heavy object hit Toru Amuro, knocking him to the ground. Then a pair of arms came from behind like iron hoops, clamping his upper body with one hand and strangling his neck with the other. He kept tightening, and in just a blink of an eye, Toru Amuro felt a suffocating feeling in his throat.
Holding his breath was not a problem for Toru Amuro. Rather than suffocating, he was more worried about the rye whiskey breaking his cervical vertebrae.
Struggling and resisting, the two of them rolled on the ground. The restraining party continued to exert more force and became more and more fierce. The struggler twisted his body, grinding and rushing into the other's arms.
While rolling, Amuro glanced through the eyes and saw a recessed space at the end of the stairs. The rye whiskey left bloodstains and footprints on the road just now, and finally hid in the blind corner of the stairs.
This guy didn't even think about escaping. He was sure that I thought he would run away from here at all costs. Instead, he set a trap to kill me!
Toru Amuro, who figured out the inside story, was angry and angry. This arrogant guy looked down on him too much!
You are still trying to get rid of him even though you are injured, what a joke.
In terms of physical strength, Shuichi Akai, who was suffering from a gunshot wound, was definitely no match for Toru Amuro. Before long, the ground stalemate between the two was dominated by the latter.
Although the noose around his neck was not loosened, Toru Amuro was able to adjust his body shape so that Akai Shuichi's gunshot-wounded left arm was pressed to the ground to receive the friction of their weight.
Temporary severe pain can be suppressed with willpower, but long-term pain will cause the body to become soft even if the nerves are as strong as steel.
"drink!"
Not long after, Toru Amuro's right hand was freed from its restraints, thus declaring that his right half was free.
After gaining freedom, he reached up and pulled on Rye Whiskey's right arm, which was strangling his neck, while continuing to force his injured left arm to the ground.
The rough sand and gravel rubbed back and forth at the wound, quickly consuming Akai Shuichi's remaining physical strength.
Soon, Toru Amuro could feel that the tight feeling in his throat was relieved, and the rye whiskey had lost its strength. At this point, he was overjoyed, and the counterattack began immediately. With a little effort, he broke free from Akai Shuichi's arms. , turned over and stood up to look at Akai Shuichi who was still lying on the ground.
After the struggle just now, Akai Shuichi's temporarily stopped bleeding wound burst open again. The blood stained his entire sleeve red and left messy scratches on the ground like several pythons crawling.
wrong!
At this point, Toru Amuro realized that his escape from the restraints was not due to the opponent's lack of strength, but the need to use his last strength to do other things, such as the submachine gun that flew out in the impact just now!
"How could I let you succeed!"
Toru Amuro, who had just stood up, rushed forward again, hugged Akai Shuichi's calf at lightning speed, and dragged him away from the gun.
At this time, Akai's physical strength was definitely not as good as Tohru Amuro's. His desperate attempt failed in the end, and he could only see his only hope getting further and further away.
"Everything has been done..."
Being dragged by Bourbon, Shuichi Akai felt pain all over his body, and his mind recalled the past time like a revolving lantern... If he had chosen to listen to his mother, Mari Akai, at that time, perhaps it would not have ended up like this. .....
No, if he didn't do this, then he wouldn't be him. Even if he had to do it over again, he would still choose to investigate in person.
Feeling that his death was approaching, Akai Shuichi still wanted to explain his last words, and see if he could delay it for a while: "Bourbon..."
However, just as he opened his mouth and spit out a name, an anxious shout came along with the roaring engine——
"Shuichi!"
That voice was very familiar to Shuichi Akai. It was... Judy?
