"Oh shit!"
Zhang Zichen wished he could sacrifice his own life in exchange for half of Ah Liang's abilities. Even if he couldn't beat those people, he couldn't protect Xiaowei's security. At least blocking a bullet hole, covering Xiaowei and buying her a few minutes would be considered helpful. can. But now. . . Now I just lie here. . . Nothing can be done. . .
The sound of firefights on the side suddenly broke out. Obviously, Xiao Wei had already noticed the situation on Zhang Zichen's side. The moment Zhang Zichen jumped up for the last time, Xiao Wei had a premonition of uneasiness, but her nerves were so tense at this moment that her body How can the reaction break through the limit countless times unreasonably, if you want to shoot again to cover the opponent, or to rush out to attract fire for the opponent, it is obviously too late, so Xiaowei can only widen her eyes, bit her lips, and watched helplessly. Zhang Zichen was hit and fell down.
Xiangzi thought that the training he had received was already rigorous enough, and he was extremely confident in controlling his emotions, but when Zhang Zichen was really blown away, everything turned into fucking bullshit, and Xiaowei's heartbeat was like A few beats were missed, and the violent feeling that followed was about to jump out uncontrollably, and the blood in her eyes flooded up inappropriately, and Xiaowei's brain went blank for a while, so she couldn't care about anything Instead of tasks and arrangements, he jumped straight out, heading in Zhang Zichen's direction without hesitation!
The moment Xiaowei's figure was exposed, it naturally attracted most of the firepower. Relying on her flexible figure and superb marksmanship, she rushed out more than ten meters in the face of the hail of bullets. Xiaowei was still safe and sound, but the distance of more than ten meters Zhang Zichen was still too far away. . . too far. . .
Sometimes the situation of being outnumbered and outnumbered is not like in movies and TV dramas, which can be reversed infinitely by relying on one's ability. The naked threat of reality does not allow one person to have any extra discussions. Death is commonplace, and failure is also commonplace. .
"Take him away first! (day)"
The members of the subversive club in Musi Changren's mansion were not given for nothing. If you can't do something like beating a dog in the water right in front of your eyes, then it's a fucking waste.
There are two threats right now, one of which has been eliminated and controlled, but if this threat is not dealt with in the first time, not to mention that it will cause the other threat to change, even now there may be an unexpected situation.
"Yes (day)"
The remaining two people really dragged Zhang Zichen away from the courtyard like a dead dog. Although Zhang Zichen knew that once he was completely controlled, he might really be doomed, but the reality is like this, no A little bit of negotiating. . .
At this moment, there should be no more accidents, no one will come to save him, no more miracles will happen, and there will be no more magical soldiers descending from heaven. Besides, even if there was an accident, Zhang Zichen didn't want to go through it again. It would be fine if he died like this. After clarifying everything and dispelling all the fog, and most importantly, at least his death can In exchange for Xiaowei's safety.
"Zichen!!!"
It seemed to be a call from so far away that even Zhang Zichen wasn't sure if he heard it clearly.
Japan, Tokyo.
The cane in the middle of the side wall of the room seems to be much older, lifeless things have lived for too long, and they seem to be used to these joys and sorrows in the world.
"Boom boom boom..."
"Come in (day)"
The old man happened to unload the device he had been holding by his ear, and then silently gave instructions to the person outside the door.
The side door was pulled, and the figure kneeling outside the door was suddenly revealed by the moonlight, and when the door was completely opened, even the people outside the door felt that it was coming from the old man inside the house, which could not be concealed at all. sad.
"Heiji, you came just in time...(day)"
The old man's expression froze, and he simply stopped caring about the unconcealable sadness and loneliness, but greeted the people outside the door and let them come in.
Naturally, Matsushita Heiji didn't know what his teacher was going to do this time, although he was sure to rush over as soon as he received the notice.
"I don't know the teacher called the students to come... (day)"
Thinking about the strange atmosphere suspiciously, Panasonic slowly raised his head. When his eyes fell on the old man, on the monitoring equipment, the follow-up words were choked in his throat.
"Looks like I'm really old... (day)"
"Teacher doesn't have to... (day)"
The old man interrupted Matsushita Heiji's words with a sudden wave of his hand, then bent his body and supported his body with his hands unbearably.
The aging and fatigue of the dying years seem to have been hidden for too long, at this moment, this second, pouring out from the old man's body without reservation.
"I need you to do something (day)"
If the old man hadn't continued to speak, Matsushita didn't even know what to say, so he nodded quickly in agreement.
"Teacher please tell (Japanese)"
"I want you to take over Kidera's mansion, as well as the Tokyo Immigration Bureau's detention center (Japan)"
Shi Potian's astonishment immediately relieved Matsushita Heiji's sleepiness, not to mention the issue of taking over the authority of the Tokyo Immigration Bureau branch, which took over the mansion of Kidera Morito. . . Yes, but this involves partisan disputes.
"Teacher... Teacher, this... (day)"
As the leader of the Japanese political circle, Matsushita is not a free role to be able to fight equally with Kidera. After a very short shock, countless possibilities suddenly flooded into Matsushita Heiji's mind.
Combined with the various unreasonable behaviors of Musi ordinary people before, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in Matsushita's eyes.
China, BJ, ZNH.
The red phone, which had been sitting quietly on the desk for a long time, suddenly rang loudly without warning, and the harsh ringing inevitably made people feel uncomfortable.
Somewhat uncomfortable.
The person at the desk slowly raised his hand towards the phone. The moment he was about to touch the receiver, his probing hand paused for some reason. After two full seconds, he reached forward again and answered the phone.
"it's me"
"..."
He couldn't hear the tone on the other end of the phone, let alone the words on the other end of the phone. The person at the desk just kept the initial posture of answering the phone, without the slightest fluctuation in expression.
"I want to hear the most accurate situation"
"..."