The next second his hand rested on Ogata's shoulder.

The anger in Vodka's body is like being swept into a whirlpool, quickly sucked away by a terrifying suction.

"Let go" Vodka was weak and weak, staring at Ogata with wide eyes, and said inarticulately.

His grim face turned pale, his whole arm trembled, and his other hand seemed to have lost even the strength to hold the gun. His body trembled, shaking like a sieve, and as far as the eye could see, wisps of black power poured into Ogata's body like a wisp of smoke.

The Immortal Gang Qi Diagram was opened, and he wanted to hollow out the anger on the vodka.

Ogata can suck even a Grim Reaper of the level of Sulfur, let alone a human.

After the last wisps of black power disappeared, the illusion of vodka's imposing force disappeared. His face became more and more ugly, and he sat on the ground in despair, his body trembling.

When a murderer who does not blink an eye is drained of all his anger and does not die, he will be weak and weak for a short time, and fall into a negative state of declining physical function.

Ogata relieved vodka of his threat, sucked out some of the impure anger, and was trying to digest it. After all, human beings are very mottled in anger, and they are not like ghosts, which exercise extremely clean energy after death.

Gin gripped the gun tightly, his head swaying in his sight, his eyes flickering coldly. Seeing vodka like this, I was careful in my heart and said to Ogata, "What did you do to him?" ”

Human beings are full of fear of the unknown, and what can't be solved with a gun is a desperate situation for people like Gin.

Ogata said lightly, "Just to teach your subordinates a lesson." ”

"It's the same deal I just made. I want you to contact the brains of the organization and let him talk to me, otherwise it's not just vodka, it's you," Ogata's voice fell, and he returned the gin with a substantial gaze.

Under the control of the mind, Ogata manipulated the scalpel. The sharp tip of the knife fell on Gin's skin little by little, and it seemed that as long as he dared to lean back, he would be cut through the flesh by the cold edge.

Gin felt the cool texture on his skin for the first time, and the pupils in his eyes shrank slightly, looking at Ogata on the other side, and Vodka that had lost his ability to move.

The threat and oppression of imminent death made Gin feel very uncomfortable. Because it was always him who looked at his weak opponents, struggling and begging for mercy before his eyes. But I never thought that I would be like this today.

He gritted his teeth, only blaming himself for being careless and underestimating the ability of this forensic doctor.

The man in front of him who is against the organization is by no means a small role. He regretted not reporting his information and the fact of saving Shiho Miyano to the upper authorities between this operation.

Many thoughts flowed through Gin's heart, and his eyes flickered.

If you don't die this time, you must find a way to get rid of him, otherwise it will be the biggest disaster.

"Okay, I promise you." Gin's eyebrows twitched slightly.

His voice echoed through the empty parking lot, reaching Ogata's ears with great texture.

Oh?

After receiving Gin's reply, Ogata's expression did not change in the slightest. When I was thinking, I was thinking about it.

This guy would never compromise so lightly.

Because his mind is more than one or two levels higher than ordinary people.

The reason why he met his requirements so quickly was that he definitely had other plans, and he lowered his vigilance and defense as much as possible.

Ogata picks up the pistol that Tega has discarded on the ground, guarding Gin while keeping an eye out for what the almost immobile creature will add to the mess.

But it's okay.

At this moment, Vodka's face was ugly, he sat on the ground as if he had lost his soul, he had no strength to raise his arm, and it would take more than ten minutes to slowly adapt to the current state. Ogata picked up his gun because he was worried that he would threaten him again afterwards.

Staring at Gin, Ogata casually said, "Then you put down your gun and do what you say, go for it." ”

No matter what the man's intentions are, as long as his life is in his own hands, he occupies the initiative.

Gin hesitated, and slowly put down the gun.

He pulled out his phone, his fingertips resting on the keypad, dialing the phone number

"Ogata, this guy's call is one by one."

In Ogata's mind, Sao's voice was transmitted.

Because the scalpel was behind Gin, it was the first to capture the three-digit number exposed on the phone's display.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

The 11o number that Gin dials is the same as in China, which is used to call the police.

As a member of the black-clad organization, he did not hesitate to drive wolves and tigers, trying to use the police against him.

Ogata had a spin in his head, and a possibility came to his mind.

Could it be said

Gin took the risk to call the police because someone in the police system had some kind of connection with the Black Coats?

He can kill without fear, but the police have not suspected this guy, and there is never a wanted warrant for him, no matter how clean it is and how perfect the aftermath is, it is impossible to do these things.

Obviously, it is not impossible for the power of the black-clad organization to infiltrate the police.

"Hello? Here it is"

As soon as Gin opened his mouth to speak, a silver-white light "boom" sounded, followed by a cold knife light shining in his sight in an instant, and then he felt a piercing pain in his palm, which made him open his mouth wide and couldn't help but bare his teeth

His eyes widened, his eyes stared at his palms with a fierce light, and a painful cold sweat ran down his forehead.

Even if he is Gin, even if he is a fierce person who kills people like a game version of banter, he can't face the current situation.

A white scalpel, like a nail, pierced directly through his palm when it was shot.

The blood ** opens, a neat notch.

Blood flowed upheavily, along the tip of the knife, along the edge of the blade, drops of red spread, and fell quietly to the ground

"You!" Gin's painful face was hideous, his face was pale, and the whole person was terrifying like a ghost, and his voice shouted coldly.

His hand stopped in mid-air and trembled, the scalpel was not pulled out for a moment, his pain was like a worm bite on the flesh, and when he felt the flesh touch and rub against the blade, the pain continued to sharpen.

The phone just fell to the ground because of the severe pain.

"This hand, I can't hold a gun. I guess that's fair because you've killed a lot of people with it! ”

As Ogata spoke, a thought was conveyed to Sao.

The next moment, Gin's eyes seemed to bulge, his eyeballs widened and covered with bloodshots, and he screamed in pain, watching the scalpel swing back and forth, opening a bigger wound.

Torn open veins, and jagged minced meat.

The red liquid splattered, and Gin broke out in a cold sweat as he pulled out his scalpel.

Pained and angry, he threw the scalpel hard

The scalpel changed its parabola in the air, turning into a fluent white light and flying back to its original position, behind Gin's neck.

"Big brother!" Vodka, who had come back to his senses and slowly stood up, changed his face, looking at the painful gin, and he didn't dare to imagine the picture in front of him.

Gin was calm, and with his mouth and other hand, he quickly tore off a piece of fabric from his clothes, and then simply wrapped it around his still bleeding palm.

But soon, the wound was oozing blood, and Yin Hong's cloth was red.

"Kill me!"

Gin looked at Ogata, the sweat on his forehead sliding down the bridge of his nose, and the depth of his eyes was anger and coldness.

"You bandage your wounds, obviously trying to survive."

Ogata replied.

"I'm not going to say anything organization-related." Gin sneered uncontrollably, as if fooling the man opposite.

"And what about him?"

Ogata looked at the weak vodka next to him.

Gin looked at the vodka and his eyes pierced the air: "Neither will he." ”

Vodka nodded hurriedly.

"Do you want to be the same as Gin?"

Ogata turned his head and looked at the vodka, which was no longer imposing or threatening, and picked up the gun that belonged to him.

Vodka's face changed, and the expression on his face was a little stiff.

"Vodka!"

Gin gritted his teeth, and his voice grew colder.

"Sue me, you know something"

Ogata had to dig up useful information from the two of them, or he felt that it would take a lot of energy to destroy the Blackcoat Organization, and he didn't know that it would take the Year of the Monkey to do it.

"Bang!" Gunshots rang out.

Ogata's marksmanship was terrible, and he wanted to shock the other party, so he shot casually, but he almost hit the vodka, and the bullet passed directly through his hat.

Vodka was startled and gasped.

"Me"

Swallowing a mouthful of spit, Vodka looked at Ogata, losing the cover of his sunglasses, his eyes showing trepidation, and his lips slightly open.

He was afraid of death.

Killers who have a habit of killing are not many dead men who have seen through life and death.

This is a comparison of reality that a professor mentioned in the psychological insights that Ogata read.

"Speak up."

Ogata stares at vodka.

Gin was still talking, and the scalpel stabbed the skin of his neck, the tip of the knife digging into the flesh.

"Half a month later, in the United States in hoTeL, cecIL, we will have a meeting, when the members of the organization are present"

Vodka's words are not finished.

"Bang!" Risking his life, Gin raised his pistol and aimed it at his companion, firing several bullets while the other bullets were directed at Ogata.

Electrifying flint, a short blink!

Gave birth to a lot of things. (To be continued...!)

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