Whether the task can be completed depends on this last click! Stabilizing his mind again, Kishimoto simply tore off the tie around his neck, and jumped out with his gun in hand.
"do not move!"
There was a big hole in the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and it seemed that the movement just now should have come from this. Kishimoto quickly checked the surrounding situation, and after reconfirming that there was nothing unusual, he took two steps closer with his gun in hand.
At first, he thought it might be the other party's dying struggle or some other moth, but what Kishimoto never expected was that the final target that he was chasing so hard was at this very moment. . . Standing not far away, and standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows without any resistance.
The figure standing in front of the window was so thin that it almost lost its shape. The second top floor was at a height of forty meters from the ground. The strong wind blowing in from the entrance of the cave swayed the figure's clothes and hair wantonly, and the picture suddenly became cruel. .
"If you don't want to die, just stand where you are. If you want to die, I will help you right away!"
Kishimoto didn't have the slightest doubt about what he said, and at the same time he was sure that his meaning had been fully conveyed to the other party through words. If he dared to make any changes, he would definitely shoot!
The thin figure was naturally Zhang Zichen, and he turned around slowly, his dark red phoenix eyes met the muzzle of Kishimoto's gun not far away.
The lifeless attitude is on full display.
Zhang Zichen tugged at the corner of his pale mouth, then tilted
He tilted his head, blinked his eyes and raised his hand to touch the bridge of his nose. Although he didn't say anything, at this moment he believed that his meaning had been fully conveyed to the other party.
"I'll say it again! If you want to die, I'll make it right for you!"
Kishimoto has imagined countless possibilities, but the current situation is still beyond his expectations, and even he himself is puzzled. . . In the end it was the first shot. . . still. . .
As if he didn't hear the other party's threat, Zhang Zichen smiled disdainfully at Kishimoto again, and then the muscles on his right thigh tightened, and his whole body began to slow down. . . step. . . step. . . Step back.
"Bastard! (Day)"
He really wants to die? ! ! This was the first thought that popped into Kishimoto's mind in a trance. And according to the height of this floor, it fell from the window. . . There would be no chance of survival at all.
Being held in place by Zhang Zichen, Kishimoto's mind suddenly went blank for a moment, and he definitely couldn't rush over. . . Then. . . Then what to do. . . shot
"I'm going to shoot!"
Zhang Zichen still maintained an attitude of turning a blind eye and retreating slowly, his pale lips moved slightly twice, as if a few short words had bid farewell to everything in the past.
"Bastard! Bastard! Scum! (Japanese)"
Being provoked again and again by the dying man, Kishimoto couldn't help but feel angry, and the index finger on the trigger couldn't help tightening. But shoot at this moment. . . The huge impact will directly overturn the person, in other words, it is equivalent to pushing the person standing on the edge of the cliff.
"sand..."
Just as Kishimoto was fighting, Zhang Zichen's heels finally retreated to the edge of the "cliff", and the viscous time finally became still.
Zhang Zichen took a deep breath, and then slowly closed those phoenix eyes. All the remaining light in his eyes was immediately covered up, and everything seemed to be settled at this moment.
"Shit! (Day)"
After all, Kishimoto still didn't pull the trigger, because the person who was still in front of him at the last moment, let go of all the strength in his body, and leaned back slightly. . .
Then fell. . . Completely disappeared in the howling wind.
The last case of volume nine
Chapter 215. A plan will come out
The sticky night is still sticky, the strong wind is still strong, and the calm people are no longer calm. All these seem to be the same as before, but all of them have been completely subverted.
As one of the best backbone members of the subversive faction, Kishimoto claims to have seen countless big worlds. After all, taking things in this world, what else can be detached and dirty from political demands? Since you are in the whirlpool of the world, everything you see is not surprising, and everything you experience after that is just a fleeting moment.
But right now, what is happening right now has really confused Kishimoto, because that person jumped out of the window on the 20th floor without any warning, not only without the slightest hesitation, but also with a kind of A transcendent sense of relief.
At an altitude of forty or fifty meters, once you stumble, there is no possibility of survival, and there will be no luck.
"At such a young age, is there really something you can't think about?"
The expected feeling of falling only whizzed for a moment, and Zhang Zichen, who thought this moment would be eternal, even closed his red phoenix eyes early, until these words slowly came to his ears.
"!!!"
In this way, fate played tricks on Zhang Zichen again, but luckily this time, fate deprived a person of his intention to seek death.
The sporadic glass shards that kept falling and the howling wind beat Zhang Zichen's thoughts. When he opened those red phoenix eyes again, everything in the sky under his feet came to an abrupt stop.
Even if Zhang Zichen was left thinking about it for the rest of his life, he would never have imagined that at this moment, at this moment, someone would actually rescue him who fell down the building.
Going up his own arm, Zhang Zichen's right hand was tightly entangled with another person's right hand, but no matter how Zhang Zichen looked along the line of sight, the owner of that right hand was always hidden in the darkness of the floor, making it hard to see clearly.
"Who are you?"
"Not important not important"
The person in the darkness breathed a sigh of relief, and then with a strong right hand, he easily pulled Zhang Zichen, who was hanging outside the building wall, in through the same broken floor-to-ceiling window. Although there is only one floor above and below, to Zhang Zichen, the moment of falling from the building seems to be a person in two lifetimes.
The suspended legs touched the solid ground again, but it was the same as stepping on cotton. When the strength on his right hand was released, Zhang Zichen collapsed to the ground.