"What should I do next?" Yumiko lowered her waist and hid under the back of the chair invisible to the terrorists.
"Muto, you continue to lie down, Yumiko, you pretend to be a masked man to scare this long-haired girl, I will kill the two guys behind." Zhang Yuan put his guy back to his original position in his pants, and quickly arranged The task.
"Why? It's not good for me to go with you? Let's do one alone." Yumiko was very dissatisfied with Zhang Yuan's arrangement. It seemed that killing was more attractive to her than Qiang J.
"The key is this long-haired girl, you have to stay and watch her." Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand to the woman. She didn't touch her yet, she just kicked and cried. She didn't even know that in the blink of an eye. The masked man is not the one just now.
"It's faint." Yumiko said disdainfully. In fact, she wanted to say that she would kill, but she changed her mouth when facing Zhang Yuan. Although Zhang Yuan's methods and number of killings are definitely not less than hers, she still I think this kid doesn't really like killing people.
"No, I just want her to cry now. If she doesn't say a word, she will be suspicious from behind." Zhang Yuan is right, rape, this silent sound is too harmonious.
After Zhang Yuan finished speaking, he took a cigarette out of his pocket, and walked out casually, walking towards the two guys behind, but Yumiko only sighed, just like the masked man just now, fluttering with her teeth and claws. After leaving, he said with a thick voice in his mouth: "Beauty, let Lao Tzu come to you, hahaha."
A woman's struggle and cry suddenly broke out behind Zhang Yuan.
Alas, I taught a simple female assassin again. Zhang Yuan shook his head, dangling an unlit cigarette, and walked to the rear of the car leisurely. He smiled at the two boys and smiled very nicely. Even No. 3, who had a very unfavorable attitude towards that group, nodded politely to him in return. .
The best opportunity for the other party to be unprepared is to start, but Zhang Yuan is starting to worry about these hostages again. If these two terrorists are killed in front of them, what will the hostages do? Will it cause confusion? That would attract the attention of the front compartment. There are three terrorists in the front compartment. Everyone is armed with submachine guns and powerful bombs. If they are alarmed, Zhang Yuan will only have to disengage this compartment.
Zhang Yuan looked around, and saw that many hostages were looking at him, their eyes were full of resentment, as if they were all cursing themselves for not being able to die, they would kill them with all their might...
What is cannibalism? This is a cannibalistic vision.
"What do you look at! Keep your head down!" Zhang Yuan suddenly jumped into a thunder, shouting loudly, so scared that he hurriedly narrowed his eyes, holding his head and lying on the small table in front of him, Zhang Yuan even drew his head. He threatened with the silencer gun.
No. 3 and the other kid didn't speak, they also hated the hostage's eyes, of course, you kidnapped someone, so you can't let the other person use welcome and warm welcome. But they never thought that Zhang Yuan was preparing to kill them.
Near, getting closer, Zhang Yuan adjusted his breathing, his two fingers trembling slightly and rhythmically, just like a surgeon preparing to grab a blade on an operating table, and like a magic trick about to perform a magic trick. division.
He tried his best to keep his eyes gentle, so as not to let the murderous fierce light leak a bit, the corners of his mouth were slightly cocked, with a bright smile.
3 steps, 2 steps, 1 step... Finally I walked in front of them. No. 3 is a medium figure, and another mobile phone can easily read: a fat man, a little bloated, probably because of his body, he has a low self-esteem, so he has never been a woman. Thoughts.
"Why, no fire?" said the fat man, and took the lighter out of his pocket as he said. He lit it with his left hand, and then sent it over.
But when Zhang Yuan's mouth was reached, a gust of wind that didn't know where it came from extinguished the fire.
"Damn!" Although the fat man suspected that this kid had blown out the fire, he couldn't talk nonsense if he didn't see it, so he caught the fire again, and then sent it over with his right hand.
This time it went well. Zhang Yuan's cigarette lit, he took a hard breath, spit out the smoke, and then triumphantly pointed to the no-smoking sign on the wall of the carriage.
"Haha, we are terrorists and are not under his control." The fat man laughed. This laughter seemed to draw everyone's relationship closer, and Zhang Yuan also smiled and posted No. 3, and No. 3 didn't notice anything at all.
When the fat man lowered his head and put the lighter into the pocket of his black robe, Zhang Yuan's opportunity came!
As soon as Zhang Yuan opened his mouth, he spit out a cloud of smoke. The direction he spit out was No. 3's face. No. 3 frowned in disgust, then dodged one side of his face, and at the same time fanned the smoke away with his right hand.
No. 3’s wrist was suddenly clamped by an iron-like finger. He wanted to look back, but his neck was cold again. When he turned his head back, what he saw was no longer a warm smile, and It was Zhang Yuan’s eyes full of cold and murderous intent, but he already everyone was afraid of death. Of course, even if he died, he also hopes to die well, to die worthy, to die vigorously, and even if he is a terrorist, he will be stinking for thousands of years. Thoughts, but it's not easy to die like that.
Too many people simply die like that, just like a grain of sand sinking into the ocean, and No. 3 hums into the ocean of death.
The fat man who put the lighter back in his pocket witnessed Zhang Yuan's killing moment with his own eyes. He only saw Zhang Yuan's forearm lifted, drawing a perfect arc, and his fingertips seemed to have a white glow. He disappeared between No. 3's neck for an instant, and then, blood burst out, and No. 3's wide-eyed eyes slowly limp.
The clean and beautiful movements, the speed of lightning, and the angle of a few millimeters, everything is so perfect, so perfect that the fat man's mouth becomes a standard shape.
Assassin x is assassin, professional assassin! Fatty woke up in his heart. He wanted to shout, but he didn't dare to shout, because the end of Zhang Yuan's perfect arc was his neck.
The arc drawn by a scalpel couldn't kill the two people, so Zhang Yuan didn't pierce in, but hit the fat man's throat accurately.
"You are a killer." The fat man asked.
"That's right." Zhang Yuan let go of No. 3's hand that had already begun to cool down quickly.
"A few of the people who went to the bathroom just now died?" The fat man asked again.
"Of course." Zhang Yuan smiled again.
The fat man laughed, cruelly, "Then let me die with you!"
After finishing talking, the fat man decisively pressed the detonator on his right wrist.
Unfortunately, he did not hear the imaginary explosion, he pressed again, he pressed hard...
But he still didn't hear anything. He heard the sound of his trachea being severed. He didn't understand until he died. Why didn't the detonator respond? Why is this
"Keep your head down! Kill anyone who moves!" Zhang Yuan yelled at the eager hostages. Although they saw the terrorists coaxing, they were still terrorists alive, so they yelled and hugged them honestly. Sit in place with your head.
"Why didn't his detonator explode?" Yumiko walked over. She was also surprised at this. She had been paying attention to Zhang Yuan secretly. She even thought that Zhang Yuan had made a mistake, but the fat man pressed the detonator and it didn't explode.
"Because I cut off the line of his detonator with a blade when he lighted me a cigarette, but he didn't find it." Zhang Yuan said lightly, but then he reminded: "But not all detonating devices are suitable for cutting off. Yes, because it is the most terrapin two-line type, one path and one loop, cutting one to achieve the effect, if it is a complicated three-line type, it will be a bit troublesome.
"So that's the case, you know so much." There were small stars flashing in Yumiko's eyes.
"If you call my master from now on, then I will teach you what you know." Zhang Yuan was not ashamed and blew hot on Yumiko's pink neck, his expression shamelessly like holding a lollipop to trick Xiao The girl's weird uncle.
"No." Yumiko suddenly became sober, how could he admire the bastard? How could he find out even if he admired it? What 2 lines and 3 lines, who knows whether it is true or false, wanting to be my master is false, the man who wants to be me is true, rascal, then he will let me give him **... Yumiko's face is red again .
"I am also short of manpower on the 2nd, so let the one who passed earlier come back quickly." Zhang Yuan threw the body into the empty car behind, picked up the walkie-talkie and said, now he basically understands the 2 and 3 and their groups and groups. The relationship between them, so he said very bluntly.
"Damn, what do you mean?" No. 2 cursed, and said to the man carrying the submachine gun: "Go, go back to the trunk, and let them come back quickly when they pass the bathroom. There is really no discipline at all! "
"Okay." The masked man walked back with a gun on his back. When he walked through the bathroom, he tried to open the door, but found that the bathroom was locked. He was a little suspicious and saw the boss of the group beckoning to himself behind the door of the car.
Because Japanese trains have a small door between each section, this also added convenience to Zhang Yuan’s operation. In fact, Zhang Yuan beckoned to him, but because the car and the small door were shaking, he did not see clearly. , So he walked directly into the trunk.
When he entered, his skull suddenly became cold, and his right wrist was firmly grasped. Yumiko, who was hiding by the door, appeared with a pistol.
"What are you doing?" This guy hasn't realized that these two masked men are actually not his accomplices. When Zhang Yuan walked over, he realized that something was wrong. Of course, Yumiko used a gun against his head. He didn't dare to shout, but was just shocked. Asked, "Who are you?"
Yumiko snorted coldly, grabbed her headgear with her hand, and then pulled it. Then, a long, jet-black hair appeared, and the action looked like a shampoo advertisement. When he saw that beautiful face, the kid was surprised that this was the woman he just wanted to fuck.
Of course, no matter how he asks, pleads, and pleads, Yumiko won't let him live. Does he want to live if he takes advantage of her? This is something she cannot tolerate, but Zhang Yuan is an exception.