Seeing that the black car failed to hit and kill the blond man, the black car was not discouraged. Instead, it accelerated on the spot again, turned around, and hit Tohru Amuro.
A bullet accurately hit the left front tire of the car, causing the car's direction to shift.
Tohru Amuro escaped once again.
"Sniper?" Bronx lowered the window and looked outside.
"Just like Kao said, the FBI took action." Negroni analyzed.
"This performance needs to be watched by an audience." Wei Que laughed.
"Show 100% of your strength." Wei Que said.
"Then let's move on to the next step. Are you sure you can stop the wave?" Bronx loaded a new bullet into the machine gun's magazine.
That's a new type of bullet, it looks just like the real thing, but...
You won't die if you get hit, you'll just look miserable.
In other words, the person who was hit will look like he was beaten into a sieve, with mottled blood all over his body.
But even though he won't die, being hit still hurts.
"Is that Bourbon guy afraid of pain?" Wei Que asked back.
Does the Bronx look down on bourbon?
"I will tell Bourbon that you are worried that he can't bear the pain." He asked with a malicious smile on his face.
"I didn't say that." Bronx denied immediately and handed the machine gun to Negroni without hesitation.
At the same time, he also started to move coquettishly in order to avoid the bullets of the sniper rifle.
It has the same effect as Toru Amuro's coquettish move to avoid them.
After driving the car to the corner, the three of them abandoned the car without hesitation.
Akai Shuichi, who was on the building not far away, returned to his original appearance at this moment, holding the sniper rifle with a calm expression.
He had fired the crucial shot, the car was totaled, and the rest...
He can't take action anymore.
Bourbon will do.
He had inexplicable confidence in Bourbon, who was also an undercover agent.
But... the police didn't come to support the other party?
Not even the police were dispatched...
He watched the blond man flee in panic after being shot several times.
I also saw a situation where no one was picking up the opponent.
"...Have you become an outcast?" Akai Shuichi whispered.
Japanese police...heh.
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"...When will support arrive?" Toru Amuro called his contact person Yuya Kazami to ask, his voice hoarse.
"Sorry, Mr. Furutani, it says not to make too much noise... Once you use the police, it will be revealed that you are from the police..." Kazami Yuya's voice tried his best to keep calm.
"They would rather you clear your suspicions and return to the organization." He said in a low voice.
"...You are asking me to kill Shuji Tsushima right now and hold his head to clear my own suspicion?" There was no emotion in Toru Amuro's voice.
"...There is no limit to the means." Yuya Feng Jian said.
"...I understand, no need for support." Toru Amuro was silent for a long time this time, and then said slowly.
"Mr. Fangtani? Mr. Fangtani?" Kazami Yuya called twice, but never got a reply.
Toru Amuro ran downstairs to the apartment where Tsushima Shuji lived, stared at the top-floor apartment with a deep expression for a moment, then turned around and ran away.
He couldn't do it, he couldn't kill Tsushima Shuji with his own hands.
He was abandoned.
Because there is no need for softness and mercy.
What superiors need is a robot that obeys orders and abandons unnecessary emotions.
Unfortunately, he didn't do it.
There is no chance of redress.
Relying on his memory, he staggered to a clinic. He knocked on the door of the clinic with his bloody hands, urging the people inside to open the door.
It wasn't until a man wearing a neat white shirt and a spotless white coat opened the door from the inside that he fell in with a bang.
The man who looked like he was a doctor looked troubled.
"Ten million, surgery fee, thank you for your patronage." He stood there and spoke to the man lying on the ground.
"...I'll give..." the man on the ground said as he was dying.
So Kitagawa Murakami dragged the person in, and then closed the door of the clinic.
As soon as he was dragged into the clinic, Kitagawa Murakami took out a credit card machine.
"Pay." He was full of businessman cunning, and his eyes seemed to be filled with the light of desire for money.
The blond man changed his dying look and stood up from the ground staring at the blood all over his body. He stared at Kitagawa Murakami expressionlessly for a moment, then took out his wallet and swiped his card.
Kao had to reimburse him.
After all, the script was provided by Kao, who was equivalent to the director, and the performance fee for the extra actor Kitagawa Murasaki should of course be paid by Kao.
"Very good, please take a seat." After receiving the money, Kitagawa Murasuu's attitude became much more polite. He put a white cloth on the sofa and motioned for Toru Amuro to sit down.
If the other person's blood touches his sofa, he will have to spend money to buy a new sofa.
As for why there was so much blood on the opponent's body, the reason why Kitagawa Murakami didn't panic at all...
It wasn't because he saw Toru Amuro's true condition, but because he was really so ruthless.
No matter what kind of patient he is, he must pay first before treatment.
If you don't pay, you won't be treated and the other person will be left to die.
As for Toru Amuro, he actually stood up without incident after paying the money...
What does that have to do with him?
After he got the money, he didn't have to actually treat the other party, which was equivalent to getting money for nothing.
"I'm going to stay with you for the next few days." Bourbon said while looking at the sofa.
He needed new clothes and a bed to lie on.
"Any transaction requires payment, so add money." Kitagawa Murakami said.
He knew very well that Toru Amuro was not short of money, so he regarded the other party as an easy target.
"Okay, I'll ask my employer when the time comes. Master Shuji wants it." Toru Amuro agreed without hesitation.
"I can write you an IOU." He suggested seriously.
"...Forget it." Kitagawa Murakami gave up the idea of killing the opponent.
Ask Shujima Tsuji for money? He wished he could stay away from each other.
Since the last time he had contact with the other party, he began to sleepwalk at night.
"You can stay here." He pointed to a white bed in a small room with complete medical equipment.
"By the way, why are you so embarrassed?" he asked casually.
Intelligence dealers are always subconsciously interested in all kinds of news.
For example, why did the other party, who was a member of the organization, end up in such a miserable state?
But even though he looked so embarrassed, he walked very naturally and healthy.
It looked like an actor filming a fight scene.
"Want to know? Spend money to buy information." The blond man raised his eyebrows and said.
"Card machine?" Kitagawa Murakami held his card between his fingers.
He has a dark heart for making money, and he spends money neatly and neatly.
In order to obtain the information that interests him, he does not hesitate to pay the price.
"One hundred million, one piece of information." Toru Amuro looked at Kitagawa Murakami and raised the corners of his mouth.
The other party charged him 10 million for medical expenses, but then he paid 100 million for intelligence fees.
