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Her car was parked in the underground parking lot of Dongye Building.
"Okay, Lao Er, I leave it to you. Go with him and bring the little girl back."
Kazuo Ohkouchi nodded, looked at the burly man with a gun whom he had called over, and calmly drew a line in the air with his finger.
"Okay! Big brother!" The burly man with the gun instantly understood what he meant and replied loudly.
[If we don't find the second daughter of the Suzuki family, or if this guy behaves suspiciously, just kill him.]
"Let's go, man."
Just like that, after getting permission from Kazuo Ohkouchi, Shizuka Shimizu and the burly man with the gun left the director's room together.
In the crowd behind, Suzuki Ayako closed her eyes and avoided looking at her, trying hard to make an icy and disgusted expression as if she had been deceived.
After realizing that Shizuka Shizuka was acting, Suzuki Ayako, who wanted to cooperate with her, actually knew that her reaction should be more intense at this time. It would be best if she could glare at him like the dark-skinned high school detective next to her and swear a few words.
But, she couldn't talk trash to Jingjun, even if it was just acting...
Therefore, Suzuki Ayako could only choose to close her eyes, and then think about the bad things that happened in her business, and try her best to put on a disgusted expression.
[Be careful...]
Outside the director's room, the Nanye Building was also affected by the previous explosion. Considering that the elevator might not be safe, Shizuka Shizuka and the burly man with a gun were walking up the stairs to the first floor of the building.
"Kid, I really didn't realize you were this kind of person?" The burly man with a gun deliberately walked behind Qingshui Jing and said with a smile.
"Is there anything wrong with pursuing what you want?" Hearing the sarcasm in his tone, Qingshui Jing asked back.
"That's right, I just didn't expect that you look so innocent and clean, but you are so evil inside? Are all of you like this?"
"Well... maybe."
Amid Qingshui Jing's increasingly perfunctory answers, the two left Nanye and walked towards Dongye Building.
In the explosion just now, Dongye Building was the most severely affected. Standing outside the building, one could barely see that the building was tilted. Perhaps because of this reason, there were not many other terrorists in Dongye Building.
The burly man with the gun greeted a terrorist standing inside the gate, then walked towards the stairwell with Shizuka Shizuka.
"Hey, which floor is that Suzuki girl you mentioned on?" asked the burly man with a gun who was following behind Shizuka Shizuka.
"The 24th floor, of course, she might have run to other floors and hid there." Qingshui Jing replied as she walked up the stairs.
"From what you said, do we have to search floor by floor?"
The footsteps of the two echoed in the stairwell, and in just a minute, they climbed to the fourth floor.
[That’s enough. At this distance, the people on the first floor shouldn’t be able to hear it.]
"Um……"
After walking up to another staircase platform, Qingshui Jing suddenly stopped and looked back at the burly man with a gun behind her.
"That's unlikely. She's very timid and will probably stay hidden in her room. Even if she does run away, I can still trick her out with my identity."
"Okay, I got it. Let's go. Really, why do we have to climb twenty floors..." the burly man with a gun urged impatiently.
it is good. "
Qingshui Jing slowed down her pace a little and walked forward slowly. Behind her, the burly man with a gun who had been chatting all the way seemed to have finally relaxed his vigilance. He shook his head and sighed, as if he was wondering why he had to climb more than twenty floors of stairs.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment. Under Qingshui Jing's intentional control, she had just stepped one foot onto the next flight of stairs, while the burly man with a gun behind her had already walked onto the staircase platform.
At this moment, the two of them were at the same height.
【That’s it. 】
Turning around instantly, Qingshui Jing kicked the burly man's gun-holding hand accurately with a high whip kick, and used the sole of her shoe to push the man's hand and gun against the wall. At the same time, she clenched her right fist and hit the burly man's throat hard!
Her entire set of movements was extremely swift. Before the gun-wielding man could even make a sound, his laryngeal cartilage was shattered by Qingshui Jing's powerful punch.
The trachea collapsed instantly and a strong feeling of suffocation suddenly came over me.
Chapter 282 The unique way of caring between Baihe and his daughter
In the stairwell of Dongye Building, Qingshui Jing took advantage of the moment when the gun-wielding burly man relaxed and used a high whip kick to pin his gun-wielding hand against the wall behind him. At the same time, a precise punch shattered his laryngeal cartilage, causing him to fall into a state of suffocation from which he was unable to save himself.
"Uh……"
There was an expression of incredible shock and fear in his eyes, and the painful suffocation in his throat made the gunman instinctively try to open his mouth to breathe.
However, for a person whose trachea has collapsed, this behavior is completely meaningless.
Blood surged up from his throat and was continuously vomited out of his open mouth.
But even in such pain, the strong man with the gun could not make the slightest sound, or even utter any meaningful words.
"Uh, uh, ah..."
He did not die immediately. The strong man with the gun, who was tightly wrapped in boundless suffocation and pain, raised his hands weakly to grab his throat and scratched it hard.
[We must hurry up... to inform the boss...]
From the fourth floor to the first floor, no matter if you stomped your feet or slapped the walls with your hands, the sound could not be transmitted to the floors below.
His face gradually turned red, blue veins crawled up his neck to his cheeks, and after realizing that he could no longer make any sound with his mouth, the desperate burly man thought of the gun in his hand.
His companions were in the hall on the first floor. He had only reached the fourth floor now. As long as he could make a gunshot, the people below would definitely hear it!
However, he soon discovered in despair that Qingshui Jing's whip kick had firmly clamped his fingers and the trigger of the gun.
Under normal circumstances, he might still have the strength to forcefully press the trigger, but now...
He could only feel his strength disappearing bit by bit in despair.
"Uh……"
Blood mixed with foam continued to flow out of his mouth, staining the chest of the gun-wielding man blood red.
The strength in his body gradually disappeared, and soon the burly man with the gun lost the ability to stand. He leaned against the wall and slid to the ground little by little.
However, even at this moment, Qing Shui Jing still did not withdraw her leg that was holding his hand against the wall.
His vision began to blur. In the last moments of his life, the burly man with the gun raised his head and saw Qingshui Jing's face with the same calm expression as always.
There was no extra emotion in her eyes because she used such a cruel method of killing.
She just calmly watched the gunman lose strength little by little, and finally suffocated to death.
Only at this moment did she finally put her legs down, then quickly reached out and caught the gun that was about to fall to the ground.
The whole process may sound long, but it was actually only a minute or two. After all, the foamy blood not only spurted out of the gunman's mouth, but also flowed into his lungs, causing him to die faster.
Everything happened just as Qingshui Jing had expected. The burly man with the gun was unable to make any loud noise until he was completely dead, let alone notify his companions in the hall on the first floor.
"I never thought that this gun could give you such a sense of security and make you so relaxed."
Grabbing the gunman by the back of his collar, Qingshui Jing dragged his body to a room on the upper floor.
Taking off the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest, Qingshui Jing closed the door, left the room and walked downstairs.
Qing Shuijing lowered her footsteps and quietly went from the stairwell to the underground parking lot without alerting the terrorists in the lobby on the first floor.
Perhaps because of the previous explosion, all the lights in the underground parking lot had gone out. Walking alone in this dark and cold environment, Qingshui Jing took out the car key from her pocket and pressed it.
In an instant, the headlights of a car not far away flashed twice.
Shizuo Shizuka walked over and opened the trunk of the car. Inside was a pile of miscellaneous items, including some clothes of the Suzuki sisters.
After temporarily moving these things out, Qingshui Jing skillfully grabbed the two sides of the bottom of the trunk and pulled hard.
Suddenly, she lifted up the layer of plywood, revealing a small space hidden underneath it.
In this small space, there are three black suitcases placed side by side.
Qingshui Jing took out the suitcase on the far right and placed it at her feet, then opened the middle suitcase, which contained a set of portable satellite communication equipment.
After quickly starting it up, Qingshui Jing picked up the microphone and dialed a number.
"Hello? Who is this? I'll hang up now if I have nothing else to do."
She didn't have to wait long before Bai Heqing's lazy voice came from the phone.
"It's me." Qingshui Jing replied in a calm tone.
"Oh, Broosin."
On the phone, Bai Heqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's amazing, isn't the signal on that artificial island blocked?
It seems like not too long has passed since the explosion, and you've managed to contact me?"
The father and daughter have their own unique way of communicating. Shirakawa Kiyoshi always expresses his emotions very directly to people he doesn't care about, but to people he really cares about, he expresses his emotions very obscurely.
Just like this sentence, Baihe Qing actually cares about her, even though it doesn't sound like it.
"It took a while." Qingshui Jing... Baihe Jing replied concisely.
In response to Baihe Qing's strange concern, she also had a corresponding way of responding.
It took a bit of work.
It means no effort at all.
It means no injury.
It means you don't have to worry about me.
As for how she contacted Bai Heqing, neither of them was interested in talking or listening.
Because both father and daughter have great confidence in each other's abilities, for them, all that matters is confirming the final result.
After the brief but sincere expression of concern, Shirakawa Jing quickly got to the point.
“This artificial island has been hijacked by a group calling themselves the Liberator, and the radio tower in the center of the island is also under their control.
Just like what you speculated before, this organization's target is us. Among them is a small leader named Kazuo Okochi, who may be a criminal from the Metropolitan Police Department, but I'm not sure about that.
Their leader is called Hei Lai Jingzhi, and from the sound of his voice he sounds like a middle-aged man. Since I had only heard his broadcast before, I was not sure whether he was actually on this artificial island.
They are said to have a list of the organization's members, and they are now taking the people on the list to Kitaye according to the information on the list. According to their leader, they will broadcast the footage of these people's execution in Kitaye simultaneously throughout Japan.
I don't know much about the members of the White Path, so I'm not sure if this list is true or not, but I wrote down the people they mentioned, and I can recite this list if necessary."
After briefly explaining the situation on the island to Baihe Qing, Baihe Jing paused for a moment and asked.
"What do you need me to do next?"