"Go down the safe passage in five minutes, and someone should come to meet you."
People in the darkness are hidden in the darkness from beginning to end. Even if Zhang Zichen collapsed on the inside of the window, this person is not muddled in the slightest. There is always only a back view for Zhang Zichen, and it is a person who cannot be seen at all. Any clue of the back, it feels like, even you can't tell whether the other party is an enemy or a friend.
"...Hello..."
Zhang Zichen had a premonition that if he didn't speak at this moment, he might never see this mysterious person who rescued him again in his life, and it was impossible for the two people's life trajectories to overlap again.
It seemed that the people in the darkness were also waiting for Zhang Zichen's opening, and his figure just stopped at the entrance of the passage following Zhang Zichen's hello.
"Stay away from right and wrong and live well"
Although the figure of this person was completely submerged in the darkness around him, Zhang Zichen could feel that this person turned his face sideways in the darkness, as if he was looking at himself.
The previous sentence is not so much an exhortation, it is better to say
It was more like an order, but this time the mysterious man was not waiting for Zhang Zichen's reply. After finishing the nine words, he wiped his body and disappeared into the passage.
"call..."
Zhang Zichen, holding his breath, finally collapsed on the ground, the wind blowing in from the window was still ravaging Zhang Zichen's hair.
At the same time, on the outside of the passageway, the man in the darkness stood close to the door for tens of seconds, then sighed softly, looked at the time on his wrist, then turned around and walked away. Go, without even picking up a speck of dust.
"..."
This time it was the two members of the fourth group behind Kishi himself who were the first to react. They cautiously approached the French window, then lay on the ground awkwardly, and slowly poked their heads out. Just at this time, a gust of wind blew up and mixed with dust, blowing the two of them almost unable to open their eyes.
"Kimoto... Mr. Kishimoto... (Japanese)"
When the two finally managed to open their eyes, what appeared in front of their eyes almost made their jaws drop.
"Um?"
It is said that no accidents are allowed in this mission, this is a death order, but for some reason, when Kishimoto heard the surprised words of his subordinates, his heart moved instead, he calmed down those strange emotions, and then quickly leaned over, He stuck his head out the window.
"Wh... what... what?!!! (day)"
Kishimoto jumped up, then quickly found out the radio behind him, and yelled at the intercom.
"A group!!! A group!!! Say it to me!!! (Day)"
But no matter how much Kishimoto roared, there was still a piercing silence in the intercom, without any echo.
"Second group!!! Damn it! People! Say something to me!!! (day)"
There was still a deathly silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie. . . Even the silence is a little creepy.
"Damn! Bastard! (Day)"
There are no redundant facilities on the straight building wall outside the window. If a person falls from the window, there can be no luck, and they can only fall straight to the ground. But the bloody scene did not appear. Instead, a group of members outside the floor-to-ceiling windows who were supposed to guard the periphery of the building lay scattered on the ground. . .
Got it! That was the first thought that flashed into Kishimoto's mind.
"Go and open the elevator! (Japanese)"
According to common sense, even if the person to be hunted fell down, the group guarding outside the building should have made a report by radio.
But now not only the first group has no response, even the second group has no movement, which largely shows that the opponent's backhand is going to copy all their arrangements!
An exasperated Kishimoto quickly took the elevator to the first floor with his two men who were scrambling. When the elevator door opened, a pungent smell of blood almost overwhelmed the three of them.
"This... this is... (day)"
No one has ever challenged the position of being a leader in Japan. Although all members of the club think highly of themselves, they still maintain a high level of quality, but the current situation is unacceptable anyway.
It can't even be regarded as unacceptable, but wandering around everyone's bottom line, constantly stimulating the already extremely fragile nerves.
Within the first floor of the building, none of the members of the second group was spared, and everyone's vitals were killed by one
fatal blow. Judging from the traces of the fight at the scene, even these ten people were disposed of like garbage without even making a decent resistance.
It seemed that only blood was still flowing freshly in the scene, but the only thing left was lifelessness and an increasingly bloody smell.
"!!!"
It seemed that the smell of blood stimulated the clearness in Kishimoto's brain. Suddenly, Kishimoto squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth, then stomped his feet and ran towards the elevator entrance.
"Go to the tenth floor! Damn it! Go to the tenth floor! (day)"
Given the tragic fighting situation around the building, it was impossible for people not to notice it. Major could already smell a faint smell of blood even tens of meters away.
"This is..."
Hidden among the plants outside the building, Major easily found the sniper marks here. Although someone carefully handled the gun marks and shell casings, for experts, these actions were still too hasty.
However, it was precisely because of these hasty actions that the stone in Major's heart sank a little. At the very least, it was certain that this was not a subversive sniper. Since he was not an enemy, and there were traces of sniping, it meant that it was beneficial to his own side. Once again calmed down, Major lurked towards the battlefield outside the building.
Tokyo, outside the door of an ordinary homestay.