Chapter 81

Although the system speaks ugly, it is true.

Kawashima Esaki is half a head shorter than Shuichi Akai, and his height and size are incomparable, plus after coming to this world, he doesn't have to worry about the enemy or make money everywhere, and the number of times he has really fought the enemy is only a handful.

There is no sense of crisis and is lazy and refuses to exercise.

You can still have six-pack abs on your stomach, thanks to Gin's conscientious cultivation, counting on Kawashima Esaki to defeat Shuichi Akai in close combat?

Call Zero over, Didi will be more hopeful!

"Bang!"

Shuichi Akai grabbed the shin kicked by the Japanese patrol officer from the side, his palms were numb, and his brows were furrowed.

Xin said that this patrolman's skills are very good, much better than ordinary people, he thought he could get rid of it immediately, but he didn't expect it to be a little difficult.

Kawashima Esaki was also speechless.

I don't know what my opponent eats, I grew up, I have a scary grip, I am grabbed by my legs, I can't kick and I can't break free, and I'm currently in an embarrassing position where I can't get up and down.

"The patrol car has arrived, and I advise you to be obedient and arrested."

Shuichi Akai didn't talk.

Kawashima Esaki punched him in the jaw and was blocked again.

He didn't stop doing it, and with the strength of Akai Shuichi grabbing his leg, he flew up and kicked him in the chest with the other leg, which forced Akai Shuichi to let go of his hand and take three or four steps back, and Kawashima Esaki also fell heavily to the ground.

Three or four patrol cars were parked by the river.

A bunch of people got out of the car, except for the two who were checking on Judy's damaged vehicle, the rest all raised their guns and cautiously walked towards them.

It really can't stay any longer.

Akai Shuiyi glanced at the ordinary patrol officer on the ground.

Turn around and leave.

"Treasure! People want to run! ”

"I'm not blind."

Kawashima Ezaki doesn't have a good place on his body, and he can catch Shuichi Akai at the sight, how can he let him go at such a time?

It's not nice to say.

Even if he dies, he has to die on Shuichi Akai!

The hat of the Japanese patrol officer is long gone, a black uniform is full of dust, and blood is oozing from his nose.

Kawashima Esaki got up from the ground and chased after him.

Akai Shuichi was carrying a heavy AW sniper rifle, and he was running a little faster than him, which made people even more annoyed.

The system caught a glimpse of something and shouted loudly, "Report to the leader!" There's a plank on the ground next to it! ”

Kawashima Esaki looked at it indeed.

Picked up the wooden planks and put them on the container, kicked two or three steps and rushed up, stepping on the iron sheet and chasing after Akai Shuichi.

The rescuers by the river saw his figure in the moonlight.

"There's someone there!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"A corpse has been found here! The cause of death was supposed to be a bullet wound to the temple, which was preliminarily judged to be suicide. ”

"You guys drive to the other side and block the road!"

It was too far away, and the sound gradually became inaudible, and Kawashima Esaki seized the opportunity and jumped high on the edge of the iron sheet.

The body of the youth blocks the full moon.

Shuichi Akai didn't look up, but he had already found the ground

on the cast shadow.

He wanted to sideways to avoid it, but half a meter away in front of him, a sharp steel bar flashed at this moment.

Time was pressing, and Akai couldn't afford to hesitate.

Although they have a general relationship with the Japanese police, they are all concerned about the safety of their country and people, and they will not watch the patrol officers get injured or even die.

It's like the FBI being arrested by the Japanese police, at most it is just a forced repatriation.

The green-eyed man turned and spread his arms.

Kawashima Ezaki's eyes widened slightly: Hmm???

There was a dull crash, and the two fell into a ball.

"Hiss——— ()"

≈ldo;? ()_[(()”

If you can't say it, you can't make a sound?

The young man lay on the ground, his face turned sideways, and viciously wanted to bite off the palm of his hand, and this sentence was clearly written in his eyes.

Shuichi Akai lowered his head and whispered in his ear.

"There's a dirty cloth next to it that I don't know what to do, and if you don't want me to cover your mouth with my hand, I can grant your wish."

The system looked at it and almost wanted to gause: "...... Po, what he said is true. ”

Kawashima Esaki: ......

Count you ruthless.

A teacher who is a little cleanliness can endure anything, but he can't bear this.

He was quiet for a moment.

Looking forward to the patrol officer to give a little force.

It's a pity that the Japanese patrol police are the lowest-level police, in other words, most of them are rookies who have just graduated from the police academy, and the powerful ones are assigned to various checkpoints and track Belmode, and the FBI can only send the rest here.

Basically, they had never shot anyone, and they were already frightened at this time, and their legs and stomachs were faintly weak.

Want these people to find Shuichi Akai in the dark?

It's a fantasy.

Akai Shuichi took Kawashima Ezaki to change a few positions, listened to those people go in the other direction, thought about it, and picked up Kawashima Ezaki, "I don't worry about leaving you here, you can go with me." ”

"—"

Before the swear words were finished, the patrolman's mouth was gagged with something.

The good news, not a dirty cloth; The bad news is that the fabric torn from his torn sleeves is not clean either.

Akai Shukazu picked him up one by one.

Halfway through, the horn tied around Kawashima Ezaki's waist fell, and the man turned around to pick it up and hung it around his neck before continuing to carry him.

Kawashima Esaki: "......"

The system wiped away the tears that didn't exist, "I thought I was separated from Ala." He really, I cried to death. ”

-

Half an hour later.

The seventh floor of an abandoned building.

The inside is illuminated by the outside lights and the moonlight.

this

() should be one of Akai Shuichi's strongholds, because Kawashima Esaki saw a black package on the ground, with the zipper open, and it was full of daily necessities, food, and medicine supplies, and there were no bullets.

Putting guns in unsafe places is giving weapons to the bad guys.

Kawashima Esaki was casually thrown to the ground.

With his hands and feet tied, he was finally able to spit out the fabric of his uniform that had stuck his way. The police uniform was too hard, and the smell of scraping his mouth was fishy, and even the corners of his mouth cracked.

"What did you want to do when you brought me here?"

Kawashima Ezaki asked him as he removed the metal ring from his belt.

When straightened, this metal ring becomes a thin piece of iron that can be used to cut the rope on your hand.

Shuichi Akai sat in the corner opposite him, having just finished calling Judy to confirm that they were safe.

Hearing this, he said.

"If you don't do anything, it won't kill you."

After finishing speaking, he lit a cigarette, he was in a mess, the corners of his mouth were bruised, and he took a deep breath.

Nicotine is a great way to relieve tiredness.

The hand holding the cigarette was naturally resting on the bent leg, the fingertips drooped, and the orange cigarette butt was bright and dark, like a small star twinkling in the night.

Kawashima Ezaki continued his disguise, after all, he was just a small patrol officer attracted by the sound of gunshots, how did he know that the person in front of him was the FBI.

"It's hard to say, you've killed someone, haven't you? What exactly are you, Yamaguchi-gumi? Mafia? Mercenary? ”

The more you guess, the more outrageous it becomes.

Akai Shu flicked the ashes of his cigarette, not wanting to explain anything.

Through the hazy smoke of tobacco, he looked into the little patrolman's face.

It was an unremarkable face, the face shape was very good, and the bone appearance was outstanding, but except for the eyes, the eyebrows, nose, and lips were all as long as the average, not big or small, not good or ugly.

The little patrol officer had just been beaten by him, he had a nosebleed, he was crooked to the cheeks and corners of his mouth, his clothes were dirty, and his sleeves were torn holes.

Akai Xiu saw that he was only eleven or thirteen years old, and it was estimated that like those people just now, he was also a child who had just graduated from the police academy, so he wanted to untie the rope and let him go.

It takes time to call the police anyway.

By the time the police arrived, he had already left, and they couldn't catch him.

"You're quite dedicated, and you still inquire about my identity at this time."

Kawashima Esaki Shin said that to do a play is to do it all. But he obviously didn't expect that his play was too good, so he made Akai Xiuyi feel compassion, carried him all the way and climbed the seventh floor, and after resting for less than ten minutes, he wanted to let him go.

Shuichi Akai walked over and squatted in front of the little patrolman.

The little patrol looked at him vigilantly and vigilantly, his body was a little tense, and he kept moving as if he was trembling.

Suddenly, Shuichi Akai spoke, his low voice full of questions, "I was so heavy just now?" Why do you think your nose is a little crooked? ”

Not the nose!

It is a prosthetic glue that is applied to the outside of the nose and changes the shape of the nose bridge!

Kawashima Ezaki was almost able to cut the rope, and he pretended to be casual, "Oh, I can explain this, because I was born with a slightly crooked nose, and no one is perfect, and attacking other people's facial defects will be punished by the gods." ”

The system covers its face: what are you talking about

Ahh!!h

That's not right either.

After a closer look, I found that I was punched by him and even had a nosebleed, and it stands to reason that the injury should be red and slightly bruised at the very least, why is there no color at all?

Shuichi Akai is a person who has seen the Belmode disguise technique.

He held out his hand.

Kawashima Esaki only smelled a mixture of tobacco and gunsmoke, and then a tingling pain from his neck to his cheeks, and the elaborate disguised hood of Yukiko Kudo was half ripped off.

Is this still worth it?!

As soon as Akai Shu saw his true face, his identity was about to be exposed!

Fortunately, the rope broke very hard at the critical moment, Kawashima Ezaki pushed him away, and Akai Shuichi tore the hood to the end.

Kawashima rolled on the spot, not seeing his whole face.

Got up and jumped on his legs and fled to the balcony.

He observed it when he came.

The unfinished building was completely rotten, but the balconies on each floor were still intact, and he could jump from the balcony on the seventh floor to the sixth floor.

It's okay if your legs are tied, just pay attention to the angle.

When he landed on the balcony on the sixth floor and untied the rope with both hands, Kawashima Esaki knew that Shuichi Akai was watching him upstairs.

For he heard the man say in affirmation.

"The news of Belmode, you handed it to me."

If it weren't for the fact that he suddenly found something written on the mat paper while he was buying coffee, he wouldn't be here tonight, and he wouldn't have saved Judy and Boya.

Kawashima Ezaki's face was not covered, as if he was running naked, he didn't want to look at him, let alone talk, and he untied the rope and ran fast.

Shuichi Akai looked at the empty sixth-floor balcony.

Now it was his turn to ask.

“……”

"Who the hell are you?"!