Eleven thirty-five.

Yamamura Taro clenched his fists tightly and paced in the bathroom with a complicated mood.

When he contacted that organization, he actually didn't think too much about it. He just suddenly discovered the source of the huge sum of money. Then he thought about his friend who suddenly became rich but kept secret, so he impulsively contacted him directly.

The attitude is still very bad.

After the contact was completed and the time and place of the transaction were confirmed, Taro Yamamura was in a daze for a while, fantasizing about his future wealthy life, and then quickly cooled down due to panic.

Because he discovered something new.

Before, he had only glanced at the few guns in the warehouse.

Now, he discovered that there were not just a few guns in the warehouse, but almost the entire warehouse was filled with guns, and some of the models inside were fierce.

Looking at the bill full of secret codes, he found that this situation had existed for almost ten years.

Such a large-scale gun smuggling has been going on for ten years without any news. What does this mean?

Taro Yamamura, who was a gangster when he was young and has now become a big gangster, broke out in a cold sweat on the spot.

But after seeing the horror of this organization, he didn't dare not go to the trading location.

Even for an organization that can easily swallow such a huge amount of smuggling, it is just a matter of raising a hand to directly kill him or even destroy his gang.

And if you really cooperate with this kind of organization, it will not only be a good thing that "one person achieves enlightenment, chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven", but it will be like directly embracing the lap of the gods.

Yamamura Taro sighed, luckily his friend had an "accidental car accident", otherwise he wouldn't have been able to pick up such a big leak.

At the same time, I was very frightened and had frequent urination. I didn't dare to stay outside for fear of being asked by my friend's wife and children why I was so nervous, so I could only stay in the bathroom and walk around.

Wealth and death are right in front of us. It seems that as long as we take a light step forward, we can get them. But we don't know whether we will get the sky-high wealth or the cold death.

This is why Yamamura Taro is frightened.

He walked back and forth a few more steps, finally made up his mind, took out his cell phone, and started setting up scheduled messages.

The general idea is, my friend's wife, I found out that my friend was not actually killed in an accidental car accident. The car was tampered with, and my friend was actually killed.

Now, I am going to meet the mysterious organization that killed my friend. If I don't come back, I will be silenced. Please take this message and the call recording I sent you to the police station to call the police and expose the truth.

The time is set at half past twelve.

After half an hour, it’s time to finish the meeting, right? I haven’t had time to delete the scheduled message, so I’m afraid...

Thinking about the tragedy of his own death, Yamamura Taro flinched again, hesitantly thinking about whether to run away now.

Just as he turned around and walked inside again, the bathroom door was pushed open.

Yamamura Taro subconsciously looked back and found that it was an underage boy.

The other person was wearing a black sportswear, a black baseball cap on his head, and a baseball bag on his back. He was a little out of breath, and he must have been tired from running just now.

Isn't there a sign outside the bathroom that says it's under renovation?

Yamamura Taro was stunned for a moment, and his eyes subconsciously followed the face of the underage boy, but the other person just pulled down the brim of his hat and whispered: "Sorry, I can use the bathroom."

He nodded hurriedly and explained to himself: "Haha, I also came in secretly. I just finished using the toilet and was about to wash my hands."

The other party nodded invisibly and walked this way in silence.

When the brim of the hat is not pulled up, the lower half of the opponent's face can be exposed a little. Judging from the outline of the chin, he looks absolutely outstanding.

As he got closer, the other person seemed to notice his sight, and looked up, revealing most of his face and his green eyes.

This face...

The previous victim kidnapped by the bomber?

Yamamura Taro was surprised again for a moment when he saw the underage boy suddenly reaching out his hand. Before he could react, his body was suddenly taken a few steps back, and he felt a sudden suffocation feeling in his neck.

The other person's arms clamped around his neck and twisted hard.

There was a creepy clicking sound from his neck, and it sounded like something was exploding in Yamamura Taro's ears.

A more intense soreness and suffocation came.

Yamamura Taro seemed to be in a daze, and before he could react, he struggled subconsciously and felt the restraints on his body loosen a little.

But it only took a moment. He heard the other party let out a low "tsk" sound, and then a heavy blow came from the crook of his leg. His body lost weight and he suddenly knelt on the ground.

His knees collided with the floor, making a louder sound than the one in his neck just now. The stinging sensation seemed to bounce into the ground first, and then bounce back twice as hard.

There was a sharp pain in the knee, and the leg seemed to be broken and locked, unable to move at all.

What's happening here?!

Isn't the other party a rude kid who sneaked into the bathroom? Why is he exactly the same as the victim in the news before, and why did he suddenly attack him?

Until now, the other party's arm has not relaxed and is still holding his neck tightly.

Yamamura Taro struggled hard, but in this position, the struggle was too weak, so he could only use his hands to buckle the opponent's arm.

...The opponent's arms were covered with raised wrist guards, and black gloves were also worn on his palms.

He felt someone dig into his trouser pocket and his cell phone was taken out.

The sink mirror in front of him allowed him to see the boy's movements.

The other party opened the phone, checked it for a while, pressed it for a while, and then put the phone back into his trouser pocket.

During this period, the elbow that was holding Yamamura Taro's neck relaxed slightly. Yamamura Taro quickly took the time to breathe hard, and at the same time tried to accumulate strength, trying to break free from the opponent's tightly locked legs.

He could feel that the opponent's strength was not very strong, but his body was very tough, and his strength was used in key places.

If you struggle hard, you might be able to break free.

The other party looked at him condescendingly, opened the baseball bag with his other hand, and took out a... a syringe?

The arm holding his neck relaxed again. Yamamura Taro immediately seized this opportunity, grabbed the other person's arm, and turned the other person over violently.

Before the action was even halfway through, his face was hit hard on the ground. Soreness and violent dizziness hit his forehead together. After that, his neck was pricked by a needle, and a strange feeling came from him.

During an injection or infusion, if the liquid is cold, the patient can clearly feel the process of the liquid flowing into his or her blood vessels.

Now, Yamamura Taro feels the same way, but what he feels is not the cold liquid, but the air.

His eyes widened and he struggled violently, almost throwing off the underage boy on his back. The other person grabbed his hair, lifted his face up, and knocked him down cleanly.

Yamamura Taro's resistance was suspended again.

The opponent pulled out the needle, pumped it in the air again, and then shot it into his neck.

He will die. Two consecutive injections of air. If the other person injects a vein, he will definitely die.

His legs were continuously locked, and he could no longer feel them. His brain went blank due to lack of oxygen. Yamamura Taro could only weakly clasp the arm around his neck, trying to leave something behind.

Then he hurriedly grabbed the opponent's leg...Why did the opponent have something like a wrist guard on his leg?!

When he continued to change direction, he wanted to scratch the other person's face or waist.

The underage boy sat on his back, firmly suppressing his legs and waist, as well as his desperately raised upper body, directly suppressing his movements.

As if he had thought of something, the other party suddenly lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "By the way, Gin asked me to say hello to you."

"Mr. scumbag who will attack children."

The last scene in his field of vision was blurry, and the green eyes looking at him were also blurry.
Chapter completed!