late at night.
"It's time to start." Someone whispered.
…
Shuji Tsushima felt the vibrations coming from the house and smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air.
As well as the gradually spreading fire and intensive gunshots.
He started to change clothes.
He took off his neat and intact suit jacket and put on white pajamas.
He took off his shoes and socks and walked out of the room barefoot.
After he walked out of the room, there were explosions in the house.
He looked at the messy debris in the corridor and stepped on it with bare feet without changing his expression.
Until his feet were covered with wounds and blood, leaving bloody footprints with every step he took.
He came downstairs and saw the wheelchair rolling aside, and Haruhiko Oba sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, a large red blood stain on his chest.
It's a pity that he didn't die in a white suit.
Otherwise, the piece on the chest will be the same as the ruby brooch that the other party likes.
Tsushima Shuji thought to himself.
There were many figures in black suits scattered around.
The walls are riddled with bullet holes.
It looked like a home invasion by terrorists.
"Really... give me a few shots before you leave..." Tsushima Shuji stood there and complained casually.
It’s too fake that I’m the only one who’s alive and well after you’re all dead.
I am the sickly Tsushima Shuji!
With this thought in mind, he lay down on the debris and began to roll without saying a word. His white shirt was covered with dust and blood before he stood up with satisfaction.
He picked up a knife and cut several cuts on himself, including his shirt.
Then he picked up the gun on the ground, kept it far away, and shot himself.
The bullet grazed his cheek, leaving a trail of blood.
Then he leisurely checked his miserable appearance in the broken mirror.
Nodding with satisfaction.
That way no one will be suspicious.
"Speaking of which... the actors should be here too..." he thought.
For this reason, he paid a lot of money to have him kidnapped.
He silently moved to the body of Haruhiko Oba on the wall.
Waiting for the actors to arrive.
…
"Is that little champion really worth that much?" More than a dozen people hid behind the tree and observed the situation with binoculars.
"Anyway, I received a deposit of one million from the other party." One person said with a ferocious smile.
"Indeed, I received it too." Others nodded.
"There will still be a balance of 10 million after everything is completed."
"Everyone has 10 million, which is at least 200 million."
"I don't know who paid such a high price for that brat." Several people were chatting among each other.
"The other party said they would deal with the people inside. We just need to be responsible for bringing that kid back."
"Why hasn't there been any movement?" someone said impatiently.
"It's coming, it's smoking."
"rush!"
"After finishing this deal, take the money and fly away to leave the United States. Anyway, after the boss dies, I don't want to follow others."
"Me too." Everyone said, picked up their guns and rushed towards the smoke.
The door to a place where they would never have a chance to set foot in normal times is now wide open.
There were many corpses lying along the way.
They kicked open the crumbling door and saw the shattered hall.
Bloodstains, corpses, and bullet holes all over the ground.
And...the figure in the corner.
The man who had appeared on TV had his eyes closed at the moment, leaning against the wall. The large blood stain on his heart showed the fact that the other man was dead.
And their target was sitting next to the corpse, with his head lowered.
After hearing the sound, he raised his head and glanced at them.
The kite-colored eyes were lifeless and full of holes.
Then he regarded them as nothing and lowered his head again.
"This look..." Someone impatiently stepped forward to teach this kid a lesson.
"What the employer wants is alive." But he was stopped.
"Such a sick brat, if you touch him even a little bit, he might die. What if the employer doesn't pay the balance then?" The person who stopped him explained plausibly.
"Bad luck." The person who was stopped kicked away the gravel at his feet in dissatisfaction.
After thinking about it, he raised his gun and fired at the surroundings to vent his anger.
"Young Master, come with us." Someone stepped forward with a very soft tone.
But without hesitation, he covered the other person's mouth and nose with a drug-stained towel.
Stuffed the unconscious opponent into the suitcase and dragged him away.
Shuji Tsushima: Why the suitcase again.
Is it because suitcases are perfect for hiding corpses? It’s an honest and practical suitcase to carry normal things!
After they left, the fire burned quickly with an explosion.
…
Shuji Tsushima was transported all the way to a small warehouse.
His mouth was taped shut and his limbs were tied up.
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At the same time, there was another suitcase placed with him.
Lying inside was Hiroki Sawada.
Unlike Shuji Tsushima, Hiroki Sawada is really in a coma.
"I don't know who specifically wanted these two brats."
"Both of them look like sick men who will die at any moment. What can they do?" someone mocked.
"You have to pay for it when you take it back." The tone was extremely disdainful.
"Don't underestimate these two brats, they are both geniuses."
"After getting it, the profit it can provide to the other party will be more than several hundred million." Someone explained.
"That has nothing to do with us anymore. Just get the balance and leave." Someone said.
"Who is contacting the other party? Why haven't you come yet?" Someone asked impatiently.
"I don't know, just wait." The leading man said solemnly.
"Jingle Bell--"
the phone is ringing.
"Hey, it's me. The goods are ready. When will the final payment arrive?" The leading man answered the phone.
"Transaction cancelled." The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was low.
After saying that, he hung up the phone without giving the man time to react.
"Hello--!"
"Damn it, are you kidding me?!" The man smashed his phone on the spot.
"What's wrong?"
"What happened?" others asked.
"That guy said the deal was cancelled." The leading man's eyes were fierce.
"What? Transaction canceled?"
"Does that mean there's no balance left?"
"What about these two brats?" someone asked, looking at the teenagers lying in the two suitcases.
"How about..." One person made a gesture of wiping his neck.
"Ask Ailande and Sindora for money." The leading man frowned and said solemnly.
"What are the benefits of killing these two brats? Ask Alande and Sindora Group how much money they are willing to pay to redeem these two brats." The man said and took out a black belt to cover his face. Put on the helmet.
Others followed his example and covered their faces and put on helmets.
"From now on, this is a kidnapping case."
"We are kidnappers." The man said.
"If you don't pay the ransom, you will tear up the ticket."
…
"Hello, this is Alande Company. Do you need any help?" The customer service lady said in a sweet voice.
"We have your director's kid in our hands. If we don't want him to die, we'll prepare one billion." A vicious man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
Such liar again.
"Hello, may I ask..." The receptionist rolled her eyes and spoke in a perfunctory tone.
"Tell her who you are." There was a gunshot on the other end of the phone.
"I'm Shuji Tsushima." Then, a low-pitched young voice sounded.
"Did you hear that? In three days, I will give you a bank account and transfer the money I want into it. I will ensure that he is safe and sound."
"if there is not……"
"Haha." The man hung up the phone.
The front desk lady was left stunned and confused.
Immediately afterwards, Sindora Group also received the exact same call.
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