The reversal of information revealed in Kashasha's last sentence made everyone present stunned.
At the same time, the fire-fighting equipment above everyone's heads sprayed wildly. Polish Snow Tree, who had not yet figured out the situation, reacted quickly and killed those who tried to attack Kawakami Tsumugi with a few bullets. The rest of the army soon fell to the ground unconscious and unconscious.
Kawakami once again used his preferred method: C709 anesthetic. The purpose of staying on the rooftop was to change the water source of the fire protection system and add chemicals.
"Come this way, Miriam, and don't stand against the wall."
Polish Snow Tree came over obediently, not forgetting to grab the injured Mojito. Before he could move a few steps, he fell to the ground due to the deafening explosion——
“Boom——!
! "
A big hole was blown out of the wall stained with blood and stains, and the hunting wind roared in. The sound of the wind was also mixed with extremely high-frequency vibrations. Not far away, a helicopter was suspended in the sky.
Helicopters were the inspiration for him from the snowy trees in Poland. Kawakami found that he quite liked the feeling of bombing and then flying away - this was country A.
The fragmented concrete blocks fell to the ground, and the gray-haired young man walked cheerfully toward the irregularly shaped hole in the wall. When passing the Polish Snow Tree and the two of them, he lifted the mojito with his toes.
The arms dealer had closed his eyes, and his light-colored hair was stuck to the side of his face with blood. After feeling the disturbance from the outside world, Mojito glared at Kawakami Kei. He didn't know why he was angry for the moment.
The betrayal of his subordinates was an established fact. Kashaxia could only sit on the sidelines and guide the situation secretly. It was this that made Mojito feel extremely miserable.
"It's not bad, he's not dead yet, his vitality is good..." Kawakami Tsumugi stuffed a lemon candy into his mouth, then turned to the Polish snow tree, "Do you need a helping hand, Milian?"
Poland Snow Tree nodded silently.
So the gray-haired young man and the Polish snow tree lifted the mojito up. Tsumugi Kawakami only held up his arms symbolically, and most of the weight was still borne by the latter.
The helicopter flew over.
The driver was Belmode, who casually disguised herself as an inconspicuous man. After seeing Tsumugi Kawakami, Belmode raised his eyebrows and slowly opened the entrance of the helicopter.
It was Belmode who came, not Scotland. Well, it seems that Gin and Cointreau should have already matched up. Kawakami thought that when Cointreau suddenly encouraged Quinn's forces to take action, he expected that the organization's liquidation was imminent and wanted to blame Mojito for the crime of drug research.
The organization is unreasonable and will use violence unscrupulously. There was no need for Cointreau to stick around when that gentleman was no longer planning to continue investigating the researcher behind the drug.
The boarding area is level with the entrance of the cave. Kawakami Tsumugi and Polish Yuki dragged the half-dead Mojito up.
"Millian, you go and fly the helicopter. John, come over and help treat the wounds." The gray-haired young man ordered.
Not knowing the identity of the Thousand Faced Witch after her disguise, "John" was the name that Kawakami called out casually. He knew that Bellmode's helicopter flying skills were not very good, so it was better to let professionals take over.
Under the control of the Polish snow tree, the helicopter quickly flew into the distance. At high altitude, Kawakami saw billowing smoke and fire coming from the Esposito family building. It was probably the timer he had installed casually before. The bomb exploded.
It didn't matter how many people died, the gray-haired young man calculated the losses reflexively. The guests must have left early, leaving only expendable cannon fodder.
"Really treating wounds?"
Bermod asked as he walked up to the gray-haired young man. The sound of the propeller was so loud that the two of them could chat freely.
"You could also say it's a mojito ride."
Kawakamiji slowly put on his gloves.
…………
Mojito felt his energy and heat draining away, so that black spots began to appear in his vision. Kashasha was treating his wounds skillfully, while the other person stood aside and watched.
The arms dealer turned his head feebly, and he saw the dust fragments flying under the blazing sun. They were so shiny that they did not even seem to come from destruction.
It didn't matter whether he was injured or not. The top priority was to rush to the banquet venue on the first floor and apologize to the guests for the chaos in a neither humble nor condescending manner. And inform everyone that the situation is still under the control of the Esposito family
And to leave directly like this is to nakedly expose all his wounds and announce their decline to everyone. Mojito was only shot in the abdomen and was not seriously injured, but Kashaxia disrupted all his plans——
"Don't forget, but I rescued you from the betrayer." Kashasha seemed to see what he was thinking, "Are you dissatisfied with my plan, Adrian?"
Mojito opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He felt his whole body getting colder.
"Okay, listen to me. I need to explain the situation to you in the shortest possible time. After all, I'm starting to get bored." The gray-haired young man smiled and raised a finger, "In fact, the Esposito family It gave me a long-lost desire to explore the connections between people.”
"Bloodline is indeed a reliable source of dependence. Especially when helpless Italians immigrate to country A, it is indeed a very effective choice to stick together for warmth. The principle of family supremacy that was born from this will make you waste your efforts and brains."
Kawakami took off his rubber gloves stained with blood and ate a lemon candy.
"One of the interesting things about human nature is that we can share hardships, but we cannot share joys. When it first became prosperous, a family could stick together and bleed along the way; but when it comes to dividing the interests in peacetime, everyone has different ideas... At that time, you considered this A little bit before you concealed Quinn’s physical condition?”
"With their own ulterior motives and information gaps, betrayal and disagreements are natural. Therefore, the internal laws that gangs rely on to survive still cannot restrain human nature."
"Their betrayal... was deceived." Mojito managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"Deceived? Although it is partly because there is no one available, you can even take a mediocre Arthur to a private hospital. Do you really think they can't find out whether Quinn is alive or dead?"
"You are still neglecting those people in disguise, because you know that they are Quinn's confidants, not yours... Ah, I even thought of a vicious possibility. Is betrayal really their own choice? "
Kawakami smiled. He leaned down and started playing a video on his mobile phone. In the video, Quinn, who has a nasogastric tube inserted, is communicating with another person whose face is covered.
"In fact, Quinn's men have been in contact with him for a long time. The manufacturer of the drug itself can provide him with better medical conditions than you. Your brother is much smarter than you. Compared with the so-called loyalty and Family glory is more important than your own life."
"This is the real betrayal."
The video is very short and starts looping after the first playback. Mojito's face was distorted with fear. He stared at the two figures in the video, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
Mojito wanted to refute, to say that his brother was not such a person, and to question the authenticity of the video...but it was too difficult to make a sound, and he felt blood gushing out from his mouth and nose.
Kawakami took his phone back calmly: "It's nothing, I just lost too much blood. Do you remember the potion that Poland Snow Tree was poisoned with before? It can be regarded as a turn of events."
"Hoho...hoho..."
Mojito was still speechless, but Tsuyoshi Kawakami could read his mouth. At first, the arms dealer was still shouting Quinn's name, and then he realized what he was doing and started frantically begging the gray-haired young man for mercy, promising that if There is no hesitation in leaving him alive to work like a cow.
"Don't worry. Since the organization is about to be liquidated, Quinn, who has taken refuge in Cointreau, will naturally not survive. It is better to be broken than to be destroyed. Rather than letting the Esposito family become a puppet in the hands of others, it is better to just die."
Kawakamiji's tone was calm,
"Ah, as for why you want to die? Do you still remember those despicable plots in the Ghost Dog territory at the beginning? Can it be written off just because I escaped? Do you think there is such a good thing?"
"Mr. Mojito, you pissed me off, so you might as well die... and meet those traitors in hell."
After two minutes or more, the mojito on the operating table slowly stopped twitching. The blood coated the metal plate with a layer of red.
Just as Kawakami expected, Mojito, who was so stimulated before his death, refused to rest in peace.
