In the stairwell of the East Leaf Building, Qing Shui Jing took advantage of the moment when the strong man with the gun was relaxed, and a high whip leg slammed his gun-wielding hand against the wall behind him, and at the same time, a punch accurately shattered his throat cartilage, directly causing him to fall into a state of suffocation that could not save himself.

"Uh......"

There was disbelief in his eyes and horror, and the painful suffocation sensation in his throat made the strong man with the gun instinctively try to open his mouth wide to breathe.

However, for a person whose trachea has collapsed, this behavior is simply meaningless.

Blood poured up his throat and was vomited out of his open mouth.

But even in such pain, the strong man with the gun could not make the slightest loud sound, not even say a single meaningful word.

"Uh, uh, ah......"

He didn't die immediately, the strong man with the gun, who was tightly wrapped in boundless suffocation and pain, raised his hand weakly and grabbed his throat, scratching hard.

[Hurry up...... Inform the Boss that they ......]

From the fourth floor to the first floor, whether you stomp your feet or slap your hands against the walls, it is impossible for the sound to reach below.

His face gradually turned red, and the green tendons crawled down his neck to his cheeks, and after realizing that it was impossible for his mouth to make any more sounds, the strong man with the gun in despair thought of the gun in his hand.

There was his companion in the hall on the first floor, he was only on the fourth floor now, and as long as he could sound a gunshot, the people below would be able to hear it!

However, he soon found out in despair that Shimizu Shizu's whip leg had stomped on his fingers and the trigger of his firearm.

Under normal circumstances, he might still have the strength to force the trigger down, but now......

He could only feel in despair as the strength in his body disappeared little by little.

"Uh......"

The foaming blood still poured out of his mouth, staining the chest of the strong man with the gun a blood-red color.

The strength in his body gradually faded, and soon the strong man with the gun lost the ability to stand, and sat down on the ground with his back against the wall.

However, even at this moment, Shimizu Jing still did not withdraw her leg that pressed his hand against the wall.

The vision began to blur, and at the last moment of his life, the strong man with the gun raised his head, only to see the usual flat expression on Qing Shui Jing's face.

There was no excess emotion in her eyes because she had used such a brutal method of killing.

She just calmly watched as the strong man with the gun lost his strength little by little, and finally completely suffocated to death.

It was only then that she finally put her leg down, and then quickly struck to catch the firearm that was about to fall to the ground.

It may sound like a long process, but it only took a minute or two, after all, the foaming blood not only spurted out of the mouth of the strong man with the gun, but also poured into his lungs, causing him to die faster.

Everything was as Shimizu Jing had expected, and the strong man with the gun didn't make any slightly louder noises until he was completely dead, let alone inform his companions in the hall on the first floor.

"I really didn't expect this gun to give you such a sense of security and make you so relaxed."

Grabbing the back collar of the strong man with the gun, Qing Shui Jing dragged his corpse and casually dragged him to a room on the upper floor.

Removing the walkie-talkie he hung on his chest, Shimizu Jing closed the door and left the room, heading downstairs.

Lowering the sound of footsteps, without alerting the terrorists in the hall on the first floor, Qing Shui quietly went from the stairwell to the underground parking lot.

Perhaps because of the previous explosion, the original lights in the underground parking lot have all been extinguished, and walking alone in this dark and cold environment, Qing Shui Jing took out the car key from his pocket and pressed it.

In an instant, the lights of a sedan not far away flashed twice.

Shimizu walked over and opened the trunk of the car, revealing a pile of miscellaneous items, including some clothes from the Suzuki sisters.

Temporarily moving these things out, Qing Shui Jing skillfully buckled the sides of the bottom of the trunk and pulled hard.

Suddenly, the splint was lifted up by her, revealing a small space hidden under the plywood.

In this small space, there are three black suitcases placed side by side.

Lifting the suitcase on the far right and placing it at his feet, Shimizu Jing opened the suitcase in the middle, and inside was a set of portable satellite communication equipment.

Quickly starting it, Qing Shui Jing picked up the microphone on it and dialed a number.

"Hello? Which one? I'll hang up first. ”

didn't make her wait long, and Bai Heqing's lazy voice rang on the phone.

"It's me." Qing Shui Jing replied in a flat tone.

"Oh, Buloh Osheen."

On the phone, Bai Heqing was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "It's really amazing, isn't the signal on that artificial island blocked?"

It doesn't seem like it's been a long time since the explosion before you can get in touch with me? ”

The father and daughter have their own unique way of communicating, Bai Heqing is always very direct in expressing his emotions to people he doesn't care about, but for the people he really cares about, his emotions are expressed very vaguely.

Just like this sentence, Bai Ha Qing actually cares about her, although it doesn't sound like it.

"It took a little effort." Shimizu Jing ...... Bai Hejing replied succinctly.

In the face of Bai Heqing's strange concern, she also has a corresponding way of responding.

It took a little effort.

It means that it doesn't take much effort.

Equal to no injuries.

Equal to don't worry about me.

As for how she used to contact Bai Heqing, neither of them was interested in speaking or listening.

Because the father and daughter have a lot of trust in each other's abilities, it is enough for them to confirm the final result.

At the end of the short but sincere concern, Bai Hejing quickly cut to the chase.

"The artificial island has been hijacked by a group calling itself the Liberators, and they control the radio tower in the center of the island.

As I had speculated before, the target of this group was us, and one of them was a small leader named Kazuo Okochi, who could be a criminal from the Metropolitan Police Department, and I wasn't sure about that.

Their leader's name is Hei Lai Jingzhi, and the voice is a middle-aged man, since I have only heard his radio before, so I am not sure if he himself is also on this artificial island.

They are said to have a list of the members of the organization, and they are now taking the people on the list to Kitaba, and according to their leader, they will broadcast the execution of these people in Kitaba, all over Japan.

I don't know the members of the organization, so I'm not sure if it's true or not, but I've made a note of all the people they mentioned, and I can recite the list if I need to. ”

After briefly explaining the situation on the island to Bai Heqing, Bai Hejing paused slightly and asked.

"What do you need me to do next?"

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(End of chapter)