If I agree to his terms, can I still be considered a human being? Without thinking, I immediately shook my head at him. I clasped my hands in front of my chest, stood straight beside the flower bed, showed a look of contempt, glared at him, and said angrily: "I won't consider your conditions, don't think that you can tempt me with money, anything that is unjust and contrary to your heart will not be done, this is my bottom line, I will never violate my bottom line." If you don't want to use money to drag me into the water, I will never get on your thief ship. ”

Johnson heard me say this, and sneered: "Mr. Long and Miss Mieko's attitude does not need to be so resolute and decisive, there is time in the future, I will give you two three days to think about it, and after three days, I hope you can give me a different answer." ”

He paused, and then continued: "By the way, I advise you not to call the police, if you want to arrest me by calling the police, then I can't guarantee the safety of your Miyamoto-san." ”

As he spoke, he proudly walked towards the entrance of the hospital, where there was an extremely luxurious private car, and two big men in black stood outside the car.

Obviously, these two big men are the bodyguards hired by Johnson, and people like Johnson who have done bad things will naturally be afraid of being retaliated against by Mitsuko Yamada, and now for the sake of safety, he naturally wants to hire bodyguards to protect his safety.

In fact, when I think about it, I think he is also very pitiful and pathetic. You must know that people like him live a nervous and frightened life every day, and they have to be on guard all the time that Mitsuko Yamada will come to harm him. Isn't this kind of life worse than death? Isn't he pitiful?

However, although he is pitiful, I do not sympathize with him at all, as the old saying goes: the poor man must have something to hate.

I can only summarize what happened to Johnson in terms of self-inflicted sin, and he must be held accountable for his ugly deeds back then. The life he now lives is surrounded by fear and fear every day. This is the so-called retribution, and what is there to be sympathized with?

In order to avoid retribution, he had to put all his hopes on me, and he desperately longed for me to hand over the Yin-Yang Mirror against Mitsuko Yamada.

But how could I possibly accede to his request?

Disappointed to see that I had not acceded to his request, Johnson shook his head and walked quickly to his car.

At this time, the black-clothed bodyguard wearing sunglasses who had been standing next to the car immediately opened the car door and invited him into the private car with great respect.

Johnson bent down and slowly sat into the car, waving to the driver and motioning to drive away.

The driver, a middle-aged man in his mid-fifties, seemed extremely nervous as I saw his hands tremble slightly. Importantly, he did not drive away, as Johnson demanded.

He actually got up from the driver's seat, opened the door, and slowly walked towards me and Mieko.

Johnson, who was sitting in the car, suddenly saw his driver walking towards me and Mieko, his body trembled violently, and then he kept waving at the man, screaming at the top of his voice: "Come back, Steve, what are you doing?" Come back soon. ”

Mieko and I realized that the driver's name was Steve, and he ignored Johnson's shouts and still swaggered towards me and Mieko.

Just when I felt that something was weird, I suddenly noticed that Johnson, who was not far away, was holding a shotgun in his hand at the moment, and he was half-squinting, holding the shotgun in his hand, aiming it at Steve's chest.

Before I could warn Steve to be careful, a rapid bullet crossed his back, and Steve immediately collapsed to the ground, and then blood spurted from his chest and flowed at the entrance of the hospital, pouring blood like a shocking downpour.

Johnson, who was sitting in the car, saw that Steve was killed, and ran to the driver's seat quickly, holding the steering wheel with both hands, slamming on the accelerator and accelerating sharply forward.

A cloud of white smoke came out of the rear of the car, whizzing past. Quickly disappear into the crowd. As soon as the crowd saw such a bloody scene, they panicked and panicked, and at this time, several people who were more courageous had already begun to call the police.

Mieko and I saw Steve fall to the ground and immediately ran to him. He is now with his back to us, so that we can't even see his face.

I examined his wound carefully and turned it over so I could see what he was looking like.

The man was dusty, weather-beaten, dark-skinned, and had an elongated beard, and he looked like a black man, and at this moment his face was distorted and he collapsed to the ground, and all the features of his dark face were squeezed together, and he was extremely horrified and ugly, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his hands struggled to caress his bleeding chest. The swarthy hands were immediately stained red with red blood, which was shocking.

I was surprised to find out that although Steve had fallen to the ground, he had not died immediately. He opened his mouth slightly, stretched out his right hand, pointed to the pocket of his jacket, and then let out an extremely faint sound with difficulty.

It was so small that I couldn't hear it, but I could tell what he meant from his body language.

I crouched down and asked in his ear, "Are you trying to say there's something important in your jacket pocket?" ”

When Steve heard from me, he didn't have time to answer, and then tilted his head, slipped his hands from his chest, and died instantly.

I was stunned, frowning, and wondering what the hell would be in his jacket pocket?

Before I had time to think about it, I immediately reached into his jacket pocket and touched it gently, and I felt a soft mass of object.

I spread out the soft object, and then I realized that the soft object was actually a banknote, and I looked at the banknote, and wondered to myself, why did he give me a banknote?

Could it be that all he risked his life to hand me was a piece of paper? It's never going to be that simple, and I know there's a secret hidden in this note that I don't know.

Otherwise, an ordinary paper bill is definitely not worth the risk of Steve's life in my hands.

I'm going to hide this note first, and then slowly study the secrets on the note.

But just as I was wondering about the banknote, and was about to reach out and hide it, suddenly a dozen sirens sounded around me, and then more than twenty policemen armed with submachine guns stood majestically in front of me.

Before I could tell the difference, the twenty or so policemen immediately pointed their guns at my temple, and one of the officers standing at the front who looked like a police officer glared at me viciously, and he shouted, "Raise your hands and squat on the ground." ”

Faced with such a scene, I was angry and amused, thinking that they actually thought that I was a murderer.

I shrugged my shoulders and said with a wry smile: "Officer, you misunderstood, I didn't kill this person, the person who killed him had already driven away just now, you should go after the real murderer, and you must not wrongfully accuse the innocent!" ”

After listening to my defense, the police officer rebuked angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, raise your hands, and squat on the ground first." Even if you're not the murderer, come with us and record the confession at the scene. ”

I wanted to say a few more words, but it was too late, and I was immediately held to my chest with a submachine gun, so that I had no chance to resist at all.

I shrugged my shoulders and immediately squatted on the ground with my hands raised and squatted on the ground according to their request, although I was now mistaken for a murderer by them on the surface, and might be taken to the police station by them, but my heart was not nervous or scared at all, because this matter had nothing to do with me at all, and I naturally did not have to fear that I would be punished by the law.

Although I am not worried about the punishment of the law, going to the police station will definitely delay my time, and Mieko and his father will meet her mother tonight.

Without my personal presence, it's hard to imagine what kind of thing Mitsuko Yamada would have done.

How can I feel comfortable just letting them face Mitsuko Yamada alone?

My mind was in a mess, and I was afraid that Mitsuko Yamada would do something outrageous. (Later facts proved that my guess was correct.) ）

I took a deep breath and solemnly waved at the officer standing in front of me, motioning for him to come up to me.

The officer frowned, looked at me with a proud look, and said angrily, "What do you want to do?" ”

I pointed to Mieko, who was standing next to the flower bed, and she was crouching in a daze, not daring to move. Apparently frightened by the bloody scene just now.

I whispered in the officer's ear, "Mr. Officer, can you let me explain something to my friend and I, and then say a few words before leaving." ”

After listening to my words, the officer's face sank, and he muttered for a long time before he said: "Boy, don't be delusional about playing tricks, if you dare to mess around, our guns won't be long-sighted." ”

I waved my hand again and again, "Don't dare, can I go to my friend?" ”

The officer snorted, "Go! Give you three minutes of your time. ”

I heard him say this, and immediately rushed to Mieko's side.