"The modus operandi should be like this. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Murder This should be given to the commissioner a lot of yen, and it must be bundled in bundles, which can be seen from the fact that the blood-stained note is a waist strip, and then the commissioner should personally point a little number, at this time a sharp object hidden in a dozen coins cut the commissioner's skin, and the chlorinated ** on it entered the commissioner's body, making the commissioner's muscles relaxed, but this symptom did not appear too quickly, so the commissioner did not notice it at first, But by the time he realized it, he was incapable of acting, and the murderer could kill the commissioner in one fell swoop. ”

Ye Zifeng looked at the paragraph typed out on the screen, thought about it in his heart, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. The fourth commissioner was only punctured in the right lung by a needle, and there was obviously no heavy bleeding, so why did the note get bloody? Also, why did the murderer send money to the commissioner? This would be easy to explain if it were revenge, and sending money was just a means. Then these burnt confetti are obviously the yen that has been burned, why did the murderer burn the money?

Ye Zifeng began to be a little suspicious. Could this blood-stained waist strip just a smoke bomb released by the other party, in fact, there is no special technique at all, just by virtue of superb skills, the commissioner was killed? Obviously, there is this possibility, then all the previous inferences are just wasted, if it is not for some means to kill the commissioner, it will be even more difficult to know the identity of the other party.

"It's a real headache." Ye Zifeng's clear thinking at the beginning was immediately disrupted by these questions. In desperation, Ye Zifeng decided to go out to Tokyo for a walk, and at the same time he could wait for news from Graheide.

Sitting on the unknown bus, Ye Zifeng chose a window position, and with the situation of the bus, his eyes looked at the changing scenery outside the bus with blank eyes. Ye Zifeng's thoughts drifted a little.

He will remember the situation when he was a child, and he was willing to take the bus when he was fine, wandering around the city aimlessly, sitting by the window and watching the ever-changing scenery outside the window, Ye Zifeng was always very happy. What he loves to see the most is in this familiar city, where he has never been by car, every time he passes by car, Ye Zifeng will look intently at the unfamiliar scenery outside the window.

Sometimes, after some places where Ye Zifeng has been, but some new buildings have been added, Ye Zifeng will always whisper to himself, "I remember what this place used to be" and something like that, making him seem to have a lot of experience, but now, all the places in the familiar city Ye Zifeng has been, this feeling of taking a car to a strange place has not been experienced for a long time, this trip to Tokyo let Ye Zifeng relive this long-lost feeling, Ye Zifeng was really a little moved.

However, this feeling did not last long, and an exclamation came from the front of the bus.

"Nani ?!!" An office worker in a suit seemed to be returning to the company after his lunch break, and he was holding a mobile phone at this time, his hands were a little trembling, "What did you say?" Just kidding! (Japanese)"

"Huh?" This strange cry attracted Ye Zifeng's attention, but Ye Zifeng didn't think much about it, after all, everyone had things that they couldn't help but be surprised after hearing it, not to mention that Ye Zifeng didn't understand what he said afterwards.

"You said there was a bomb on this car?!!" The boss stood up suddenly, but immediately yelled at the driver, "Don't stop, the bomb will explode!" (Japanese)"

"Why? (Japanese)" the driver asked in a frightened tone.

"He said that if the speed is less than 60 miles, the bomb will explode." The office worker said tremblingly.

"Ahh

"I don't want to die! (Japanese)"

"Get me out of the car, you bastard! (Japanese)"

The car suddenly boiled, shouting, crying, and cursing all sounded at the same time, and now the most calm person in the car was Ye Zifeng, because he didn't understand what the other party was saying at all.

"These Japanese, really." Ye Zifeng pursed his lips dissatisfied, and continued to look at the scenery outside his window, until the bus missed the next platform, Ye Zifeng realized that something was wrong. But that wasn't the end of it, when sirens blared, and several police cars marked with the Metropolitan Police Department drove alongside the buses.

Got the fact that I told the Knights to grab the list was discovered? Ye Zifeng thought of it jokingly in his heart, but immediately became inexplicably nervous, but this nervousness was definitely not a possibility. What's going on? Ye Zifeng thought with a frown. This is when he heard the police in the police car outside shouting with the horn of the car.

"Don't be nervous, don't jump out of the car, we'll find a way to defuse the bomb. (Japanese)"

"Huh? Bomb, bomb? Even if Ye Zifeng didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, he still heard the word bomb, and Ye Zifeng immediately became alert. There is a bomb on this car? How could I be so unlucky?

But no one can help this carload of people, what the police said is nothing more than a sedative, to really disarm the bomb, even under normal circumstances, the EOD team must be cautious, let alone on this bus whose speed is not lower than Ye Zifeng's and does not know how many miles.

"It looks like you're still on your own." Ye Zifeng sighed helplessly, and took out a "Magnon" pistol that was blocked with his coat. Exit the tranquilizer cartridge inside and replace it with a magazine filled with armor-piercing bullets with a steel core. This scene was seen by a passenger in a panic.

"Hey, what are you going to do, why do you have a gun? (Japanese)" The passenger trembled and stepped back, while pointing to Ye Zifeng with one hand and said tremblingly. This sentence attracted the attention of the surrounding passengers.

"This man is the murderer! (Japanese)" I don't know who shouted, "Hurry up and defuse the bomb, bastard!" (Japanese)"

Ye Zifeng didn't bother to take care of these Japanese who were broken, so he took out the fixation from his backpack and tied it to the stand of the seat.

"Are you going to run away! You can't go! "The Japanese are getting more and more crazy, and some passengers have begun to come forward to snatch the gun and fixed lock in Ye Zifeng's hand. Ye Zifeng's eyes were cold, and then he raised his hand and pulled the trigger on the roof of the car.

There was a soft "bang", and a hole was punched into the roof of the car.

"Whoever takes another step forward will be the same as this roof." Ye Zifeng said in Chinese, regardless of whether the passengers could understand it or not. Retract the pistol into the holster and continue the work of fixing the rope. Probably frightened by the sound of gunshots, or perhaps frightened by Ye Zifeng's cold tone, none of the passengers dared to step forward, so they formed a semicircle, watching Ye Zifeng in the middle of the semicircle fix the rope on the seat, and then the other end hung on the pulley on his body.

Ye Zifeng tugged on the rope, and after making sure that he was helping tightly, he opened the car window.

"Hey, that passenger, please don't jump out of the car! (Japanese)" The police car next to the bus immediately shouted, but Ye Zifeng did not stop his actions.

If it were me, I would have planted the bomb under the car. Ye Zifeng rushed down, turned the pulley little by little, and put his body down. This is easier said than done. Looking at the fast-moving asphalt overhead, Ye Zifeng couldn't help but swallow his saliva, but then his heart turned and he poked his head under the car.

"How is that possible?" Ye Zifeng said in surprise, and searched left and right for nearly dozens of seconds, but there was no trace of a bomb.

"Damn it!" Ye Zifeng shouted, then turned the pulley and dragged his body back into the car little by little.

If it's not under the car, where will it be? Ye Zifeng thought anxiously. Will it be on the roof of the car?

Ye Zifeng leaned out of the car again, but this time he climbed to the roof of the car.

"Sure enough." As soon as he poked his head out, Ye Zifeng saw a black bomb that looked like a gift box, "It is probably a homemade plastic explosive." Ye Zifeng thought as he climbed onto the roof of the car.

"Uh-oh, the target has appeared." Behind an imperial L115A3 long-range sniper rifle, a white man with a toothpick in his mouth said with some joy, "Really, do you want me to shoot?" ”

"Not yet." On the bus, a man in black with his head in a hoodie replied that the two were communicating on their mobile phones.

"I'll come first, and if I fail, you'll make up the gun."

"No problem, Assassin Boss." The man behind the sniper rifle immediately responded.

"Don't call me by my name, idiot." The Assassin yelled under his breath, then turned off his phone, "Archer, idiot. ”

Let's say, the Assassin also climbed on the roof of the car.

"Huh?" Seeing someone climb onto the roof of the car again, Ye Zifeng was instantly alert, "Who are you?" ”

Ye Zifeng pulled out his pistol and aimed at the man. In Ye Zifeng's consciousness, the person wearing black clothes is either a CIA agent or a "shadow", and the probability that this person is a "shadow" at this time is higher.

"Hmph, do you think it's useful?" The assassin sneered and pulled out an "EmersonCommanderBTS"** from his lap pocket.

"Oh, I wanted to go to you." Ye Zifeng laughed, "It seems that it's you, Mr. Killer, if I guessed correctly, it was you who killed those five commissioners." ”

"So what." The Assassin approached Ye Zifeng.

"I want to ask, why did you kill them?"

"Why am I telling you? Even if you're already a corpse. ”

"Then I don't know." Ye Zifeng sneered, the front sight of the Assassin was already on a line, Ye Zifeng pulled the trigger continuously, and several armor-piercing bullets with a steel core whistled out and flew straight towards the Assassin. But the Assassin had no intention of dodging, and the knife-wielding right arm swung into a phantom in front of his chest, after which several warheads that had been severed from it fell onto the roof of the bus.

"What!" Ye Zifeng shouted in surprise, but then he concentrated again and began to move, while trying to shoot at the Assassin from different directions, but without exception, all the bullets were shot down by the Assassin.

"Is that all you can do? I don't know why you're my target. The Assassin scoffed.

Ye Zifeng changed to the next magazine and continued to shoot at the Assassin.

"It's useless, only a gun, you can't hit me." The assassin has no sign of making a move so far, just blindly resisting Ye Zifeng's attack, obviously he wants to consume Ye Zifeng's bullets. Ye Zifeng emptied another magazine, and once again took out a spare magazine from his waist and replaced it.

"It's boring, it looks like I'm going to move too." The Assassin was not standing in place, but rushed towards Ye Zifeng, there was originally a distance of five or six meters between the two, and they would be pulled in a few seconds under the Assassin's sprint. But Ye Zifeng showed a smile on his face.

"You said before that a gun can't hit you." Ye Zifeng stretched out his left hand behind his waist, "What about those two guns!" ”

Ye Zifeng shouted, and pulled out a "Magnon" standard pistol, the safety had been opened, Ye Zifeng pulled the trigger, and the two guns spewed out anger together. This is the complete state of Ye Zifeng when he fights alone, usually Ye Zifeng does not use two guns together, only like now, when he encounters a real crisis, Ye Zifeng will pull out the pistol behind his waist, and the pistol behind his waist is always filled with lethal bullets.

The sudden increase in firepower caught the Assassin a little off guard, and the two pistols fired two bullets at the same time, while the Assassin only had a knife, and could only hit one bullet at a time, so in a second, the Assassin was cut through the skin by several bullets, and if the Assassin hadn't dodged with all his might, he would have been shot through by now. The Assassin hurriedly stopped, dodging with all his might as he slashed the bullet with his knife.

"Hmph, you're ruthless." The Assassin let go of his harsh words before leaving, and then jumped off the roof of the car.

"I thought it was a character." Ye Zifeng said disdainfully, and then inserted the pistol back into the holster. But before Ye Zifeng could start to defuse the bomb, a strong sense of crisis came to his heart, Ye Zifeng subconsciously ripped off the pendant around his neck, held it high in one direction, and then crushed the yellow crystal in the middle, a layer of transparent ripples was immediately shattered by a white light as soon as it appeared, although the energy deflected the trajectory of the white light a little, and the white light that originally shot to the heart shot to Ye Zifeng's right chest.

With a muffled sound of "bang", Ye Zifeng was hit, although the bullet seemed to have touched something and did not shoot Ye Zifeng through, but it was still shot into Ye Zifeng's body, Ye Zifeng was pushed off the roof of the car by strong kinetic energy, fell on the sidewalk and rolled twice and then stopped moving, blood slipped down the corner of Ye Zifeng's mouth, and the confused Ye Zifeng closed his eyes and fell unconscious.

The next day, August 26, 2014, two kilometers above Tokyo's Haneda Airport.

The sirens in the "Albatross" cabin sounded desperately, and the red siren lights flashed continuously.

"The other side has locked us in." One of the drivers shouted anxiously, "They gave us an ultimatum to leave." ”

"Tell them to get out of the way, or they'll be destroyed." A girl in the uniform of the Admiralty fleet spoke loudly at the wheelhouse door.

"Yes, sir." The driver gave a modest smile and flicked a few buttons on the dashboard in front of him, before popping open the safety cover on the joystick.

"Ma'am, please sit down, fasten your seatbelts, it should be a bumpy ride in a minute." The driver utterly sighed and said to the girl.

"Try to fix it as quickly as possible." The girl nodded, returned to the cabin, sat down in her seat, and buckled the safety device to herself.

"Shoot them down." Japan's chief of staff yelled in a low voice at the mark.

At this moment, the fighters on both sides made moves. F-2 roared and sprinted towards the "Albatross", the fighter's cannon began to rotate, spewing out a reddish-orange light, which was a warning bullet, but at this time it was really used for combat, but small air-to-air weapons such as airborne cannons, in the face of dealing with the harsh environment of space, with a thickness of ten centimeters of titanium alloy combat armor plate "Albatross", even if the "Albatross" is a transport aircraft, it is impossible to cause any fatal damage to the "Albatross", Unless a shitty cannon bullet is fired into the cockpit and kills the driver, then using the cannon against the "albatross" is like scratching the itch in the boot.

The cannon bullet with enough power to beat a load-bearing steel bar into powder just left a black scratch on the shell of the "albatross", and the paint was not even knocked off except for this.

"How, maybe!" The wingman's pilot shouted in surprise.

"Calm down, Kobayashi, prepare to use melee combat missiles, pay attention to keep a distance." The pilot of the main engine calmly said into the microphone in the helmet, and although he was also apprehensive now, he still pretended to be calm and adjusted the firing status of the weapon from the cannon to the AIM-9 melee combat missile, "AIM-9 missile, ready to fire." ”

"AIM-9 missile, ready for launch." The wingman also switched the firing status of his weapon from the cannon to the AIM-9 melee combat missile.

However, now is not the time for the F-2 to perform, and just as the F-2 pilot changed the firing status of the weapon, the corporal pilot of the "Albatross" had already opened fire. The two self-defense close-in cannons spewed out fury, and their bullets were not like the F-2's cannon bullets, except for the slight flame at the muzzle of the cannon, and the bullets did not emit a little light when they rubbed against the air when they flew.

A series of clanging sounds sounded on the wingman's fuselage, and a series of powerful cannon bullets drove a bunch of holes into the wingman's fuselage, and another bullet even shattered the glass window of the cab. Although the wingman pilot survived, he hurriedly pulled the joystick to pull the F-2 fighter to the side.

"Kobayashi!" The pilot of the main engine shouted, watched his wingman fly to the side with a full gun hole, and immediately pressed the launch button. Now the pilot of the long plane exuded an extraordinary bravery that was driven not so much by anger as by a sense of inner fear.

One AIM-9 melee combat missile on the left and one on the left and one on the left and one on the left and one on the wing, the tail lit up with a dazzling fire, and instantly accelerated to a speed of Mach 2.5 towards the "Albatross". However, this kind of technology is sophisticated, and the AIM-9 "Sidewinder" melee combat missile, which has the name of the first to successfully shoot down an air target, looks like two toothpicks in the eyes of the "Albatross" pilot.

Immediately activating the miniature deflection shield system, the pilot controls the "Albatross" to try to pass by the AIM-9 missile with every dodge, and the deflection shield will push the missile to the side. After dodging two missiles in a row, the "Albatross" approached the last F-2 fighter.

At this point, the F-2 combat pilot no longer knows what words to describe his enemy, and even if he has a lot of experience in air combat, it is only the result of simulated flight.

The "Albatross" pilot pressed the motor cannon launch button, and a series of shots were all focused on the F-2 fighter, and this time the "Albatross" pilot did not miss, and the F-2 fighter turned into a pile of parts scattered from the sky with a loud rumbling sound, billowing smoke and orange-red fire.

The people waiting for the plane at Haneda Airport were stunned, looking at the fragments of F-2 fighter jets scattered from the sky, and suddenly fell silent, but then they didn't know that it was the woman who collapsed and let out a scream comparable to the sound of a dolphin, which drove the emotions of the waiting crowd, and everyone left their luggage and scrambled to flee towards the exit.

The pilot of the "Albatross" whistled proudly and landed on the tarmac. The rear door opened, and the girl led twelve heavily armed motorized infantry from the transport plane into the waiting hall.

"Xiao Fengfeng, wait for me."

Kyoto University Faculty of Medicine Hospital, Surgical Room.

"Hemostats." The doctor took the scalpel in his hand and handed it to the nurse on the side, and at the same time took the hemostat handed by the other nurse and clamped it on Ye Zifeng's pulmonary artery adjacent blood vessels, stopping the blood gushing out.

"It's almost there." The surgeon muttered to himself, and then asked the nurse to wipe the fine drops of sweat oozing from his forehead.

The surgeon did not stop, and constantly instructed the nurses on the side to hand over various disposable utensils.

"Scalpel."

"Hemostats."

"Gauze."

"Wipe the blood."

"Tweezers."

Seeing the final goal, the surgeon felt that his forehead, which had just been wiped for a short time, was covered with sweat again, and beads of sweat flowed down his sideburns. The nurse on the side took a towel to wipe the sweat of the surgeon, but was waved away by the surgeon.

"Don't interfere with me!" The chief surgeon roared, and at the same time, the tweezers reached deep into Ye Zifeng's right lung and clamped the warhead of the .338 caliber special sniper bullet, and carefully clamped outward.

"It's incredible." The chief surgeon let out a sigh of relief and put the added bullet on the tray on the side, and the nurse came up to wipe his sweat, "This bullet didn't even pierce him." ”

"Let's stitch it up." The surgeon took the needle and thread from the nurse and began to suture the incision with a scalpel, and after five minutes, the lead surgeon had scissors to cut the excess surgical thread.

"But even if he took out the warhead, he was deprived of oxygen for nearly five minutes, his brain function was impaired, and he wanted to recover completely." The intern doctor on the side set aside the recording pad and sighed with a full face, "It's almost impossible." ”

"We just do our best." The surgeon sighed, "Let's push him back to the intensive care unit in a moment." ”

"Got it." The nurse responded and began to pack up the medical equipment she had had, but then a nurse rushed open the door of the operating room, the first time in the history of the surgeon's operation.

"Who let you in!" The chief surgeon shouted angrily.

"Something is wrong, Dr. Toyama." The nurse gasped and said, "Someone, someone's coming, there's a group of people with guns coming to ask for someone." ”

"Take a gun? Need? What does this matter to me? I'm only responsible for saving people! Dr. Toyama pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.

"You'd better go out and have a look." The nurse wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Okay, okay." Dr. Toyama waved his hand impatiently, and staggered to his feet with the help of his assistant, the operation just now obviously consumed a lot of his physical strength and energy, "Where are those people?" ”

The nurse who rushed in at the entrance of ・・・・・・the hospital was a little hesitant, but she still reassured, "I'm confronting the Self-Defense Forces." ”

"Huh?" Dr. Toyama was taken aback. When he heard the nurse say, "A group of people with guns are coming to ask for people", he thought that some of the more famous gangsters came to the hospital to ask for people, and it should be the leader of them lying on the operating table, but now when he heard the nurse say, "This group of people with guns is confronting the Self-Defense Forces", no gang should dare to fight the Self-Defense Forces, right?

Dr. Toyama was full of doubts, and the previous tiredness and powerlessness disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Let's go, let's see." Dr. Toyama pushed open the door to the operating room.

(To be continued)