Murderous intent is here!

Vodka, the bastard, actually said something related to the organization.

He chose to let go in order to survive. It is tantamount to betraying his companions and betraying the organization.

So he ceased to be a partner, but an enemy.

Gin gritted his teeth, ready to die, quickly raised the gun in his hand, the muzzle of the black hole swept over the vodka and Ogata, his fingers continued to hook the trigger, and the bullets in the chamber burst out with several hot air currents, intertwining fire in mid-air.

The moment the gun was fired, he knew very well that the scalpel behind his back would activate at the same time.

So he is exchanging the same end for the benefits of the organization.

People like them, from the day they join the organization, are ready to sacrifice at any time. He's already enjoyed wine and sports cars that no one else can get, and it's worth losing his life now.

A hideous smile flashed in his eyes.

If I die, you will die!

The value of my life is to kill, and it is enough to be able to embody this value before I die!

Burst!

Gin suddenly felt a chill in the position of his neck, and the sharp pain instantly spread to his nerves like an electric current. The expression of the whole face seemed to stagnate, becoming stiff and slack, and the eyes widened incredibly, the eyes were bloodshot, the pupils were dilated, and the mouth was slightly open and could no longer be closed

Death, it turns out to be this taste.

A silver-white light pierced Gin's neck directly at the moment of shooting, and as the blade stirred, a large area of blood splattered from the blood hole.

This is an absolute fatal injury.

Gin's breathing was instantly stopped, and he opened his mouth to try to ingest something, but never got it.

In the next second, Gin's body seemed to have lost the strength to support it, his feet softened, and his face distorted the cold face under the golden bottom. The body slowly fell backwards, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground in the process, making the characteristic sound of metal hitting the concrete floor.

"Phew!"

As the voice fell, the round eyes swept across the canopy of the parking lot, and Gin kept a hideous smile, his fingers clasped to death, and his body, without any signs of life, fell heavily to the ground.

At the same time, several bullets fired in a row flew in the direction of Ogata and vodka.

There were five bullets in total, and five consecutive gunshots.

At the moment when Gin fired, Ogata's ears fluttered slightly, and his keen hearing made a judgment in time, reflexing his nerves to innervate his body, and using the concentrated explosive force under his feet to move and dodge.

As his toes hit the ground, he felt a bouncing force on the soles of his shoes.

The degree to which ordinary people want to dodge bullets is a bit ridiculous, because in less than a second, even if the consciousness gives a command, the body may not be able to act according to the instructions given.

But Ogata is an outlier.

"Big brother" Vodka exclaimed, his body was weak and weak, and he was already thick and strong, and there was no possibility of avoiding bullets at this time.

The bullets that were fired in succession fell mercilessly on his chest and head.

Vodka didn't even have a chance to scream, and was shot by Gin.

The first bullet that was originally fired at Ogata was avoided, and the second one seemed to be deliberately trying to block his direction of movement, and it was slightly off, just in time for Ogata to stabilize his body.

Lucky enough to avoid one, Ogata who had just landed on his feet could not face the threat of a second bullet.

Subconsciously, he raised his arm to protect his cheek.

It was this action that saved my life.

"Poof!" The bullet went into the flesh, and a puddle of blood erupted from Ogata's arm. But under the stimulation of pain, his expression did not change in the slightest.

Because the scalpel was usually placed in the flesh of this arm, the pain had become negligible after many trials, so the bullet burrowed into the flesh of his arm as if it had been bitten by a bug.

Looking at the flesh that had opened in the hole, Ogata's gaze stared at the wound for a few seconds.

As a medical examiner, he is well aware of the anatomy of the body.

It wasn't a major injury to be hit by a bullet here. This is true for ordinary people, not to mention the body forged by the Immortal Ding Gang Qi Diagram.

The fat layer and blood vessels that were originally oozing blood are slowly repairing, and because the impact of the bullet is strong, the process seems slower than the usual attempts.

But gradually, the flesh and blood are pulling together to heal, showing amazing rejuvenating power.

It is foreseeable that the wound will be able to recover after a while. So Ogata didn't care too much about his injuries.

However, the bullet is different from the scalpel hidden in the body, because there is no consciousness to control its movement, so after a while, the wound heals, and it will be buried in the arm. Ogata hurriedly used his other hand to pull the bullet out little by little in the image of what seemed extremely painful and cruel to others

He was bleeding a lot, his left hand seemed to be stained red, and his fingertips were mixed with meat scraps.

Ogata finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the bullet that was in the way lay flat in his palm, like an honest child.

Hold it tightly and put it in the pocket of your pants, as a souvenir of your first shot.

Having solved the trouble on his body, Ogata finally had time at this time, and kept an eye out for Gin, who had been killed at the moment of shooting, not far away!

This man is so vicious.

This is true for others, and it is the same for oneself.

Originally, when he was bandaging the wound on his palm, Ogata felt that he wanted to survive. But now it seems that his actions are just to numb his senses, and he is ready to defend the interests of the organization and die with himself.

Fortunately, the idea he had before his death did not come true.

If Gin had been conscious, he wouldn't have thought that those shots, while they had taken out the vodka, had not killed the opponent he really wanted to deal with.

Ogata is still alive, avoiding his always confident marksmanship.

Although he suffered some minor injuries, it was nothing compared to holding on to his life.

The scalpel flew back into Ogata's palm, and Gin's blood remained.

Ogata gently pulled the tie from the fallen body of vodka beside him, and gently and delicately wiped the blood beads attached to the surface of the blade, because he had a slight habit of cleanliness, and the thought of the blade that had been stained with other people's blood and had to live in his own arm made him feel uncomfortable.

The eyes looked at the wound on the arm, which had slowly recovered to its usual appearance, and the skin did not leave any scars, nor did it appear that there was blood that had been cut open.

He walked over to Gin's body, but fortunately the man chose parking lot 45 in the parking lot and avoided the surveillance video, otherwise Ogata as a forensic doctor would have been guilty of killing someone, no matter who he killed (to be continued...)

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