Several plastic bullets flew out of Rob's gun and hit the window frame of the warehouse on the second floor.
In the warehouse, Takeda Shinichi heard a strange noise, walked to the narrow window in confusion, and looked out.
At this moment, Rob picked up the two passengers, stepped on the accelerator, and started the truck.
The car left quickly, and the fishing line tied behind the car was pulled. A series of line mechanisms started to operate, and the rope loops fixed at the four corners of the puppet warehouse window suddenly fell off, and accurately caught Takeda Shinichi who was probing his head.
Neck, then tighten.
Takeda Shinichi was pulled hard, and he flew backwards in shock. The back of his head hit the beam, and his cervical vertebrae were broken. After that, he fell powerlessly and fell into countless fishing lines that had been stuck to the roof in advance.
Then press the fishing line and continue to fall.
In the end, he hung in the room in a weird posture like an insect stuck on a spider web.
The mountain wind swept through the courtyard, and the roar of the truck that had just started overshadowed the death sounds in the warehouse for just a few seconds.
No one saw this smooth and shocking scene.
——Except for two pairs of secretly observing eyes on the opposite mountain peak.
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In the watchtower in the forest.
As Takeda Shinichi's body stopped shaking, Gin looked away from behind the high-power scope.
He and Vodka arrived here before dark.
The gun placed by the window was one of Gin's chosen assassination plans.
His original plan was to first destroy Takeda Shinichi's client list, remove the puppets containing drugs, then shoot Takeda Shinichi to death, and finally retreat calmly.
——The mountains are sparsely populated, and the police cannot arrive quickly. By the time they locate the watchtower based on the ballistic trajectory, he and his men may have returned to the city.
Later, as long as the peripheral members responsible for destroying the list and transporting drugs pay more attention, there will be no problem.
If those wastes are exposed, at worst, another wave of mouths will be wiped out.
But now, because Uzo seems to have other plans, the prop in Gin's hand that was originally used to silence people more often functions as a telescope.
After arriving at the watchtower in the mountain forest, Gin not only aimed at Takeda Shinichi, but also occasionally looked at Usa's movements and observed the surrounding situation.
Therefore, just now, Rob's action of hitting the warehouse window on the second floor with an air gun under the light of the courtyard was also caught by Gin.
Combined with the appearance of Takeda Shinichi, whose neck was broken by a huge force as the truck started moving, it is not difficult to deduce the full picture of this murder method.
Through the window of the warehouse, Gin looked at Takeda Shinichi, who was entangled in countless threads in mid-air and was still alive, and once again remembered his previous evaluation of Uzo's assassination method.
--Art.
When Takeda Shinichi entered, he should have locked the warehouse door himself. The only window in the warehouse on the second floor was so narrow that no one could enter or exit. It suddenly became a secret room with legends everywhere, enough to attract those stupid policemen.
all sight.
...Compared with the plan of "sniping Takeda Shinichi to death with one shot", Uzo's handling method is indeed more convenient for the aftermath.
Coupled with this dramatic viewing quality, as he said before, it can barely be regarded as a "surprise".
Moreover, Gin discovered that from the way the foreigner was wary of Uzo and deliberately avoided him when he committed the crime, in the eyes of the murderer, Uzo was still the famous detective who opposed the criminals.
Combined with what happened this time and Uzo's performance on the train last night, it can be seen that after having a suitable target for performance, Uzo's assassination level has returned to the normal range, and there is no more direct contact like before when racing on the mountain road.
It is a mistake to wait to determine the deceased, or even become the cause of death of the other party.
...the problem seems to be perfectly solved.
It seems that there is no need to hand over the person to Belmode for the time being.
However, you can find opportunities for the two parties to get in touch and observe Belmode's purpose. In addition, you must avoid those annoying FBI.
Gin deftly took apart the sniper rifle and put it back into his bag.
While Gin was evaluating and dismantling the gun.
Next to him, Vodka also put down the high-powered telescope in his hand.
The scenery that was zoomed in through the lens returned to normal in an instant.
Vodka looked at the illuminated courtyard of the Takeda family in the distance. In front of him was a peaceful courtyard, but in his mind he was replaying the scene of Takeda Shinichi's death just now.
——The car drove out, and Takeda Shinichi, who was watching in the warehouse, was wrapped around the neck by a hidden rope, pulled away, fell, and hung on the "spider web" that had been arranged long ago... Death was just a matter of an instant.
From such a distance, Vodka couldn't see the fishing line clearly, but he could see Takeda Shinichi's terrifying posture as if he was stuck in mid-air.
"...I remember that there seems to be a legend of 'Spider-sama' in this area." Vodka put down the telescope slightly stiffly and touched his neck, as if he heard the sound of Takeda Shinichi's cervical vertebrae breaking from the distance.
He murmured: "He still likes proposition composition so much..."
Gin glanced at the vodka, lit up the cigarette, and snorted: "I thought you were going to say something stupid like 'the time is too hasty, is this really what he did?'"
Vodka: "..." No, this time it looks very much like Uzo's style, especially those fishing lines, which are exactly what he thought!
He couldn't help but touch his neck again.
At the same time, Vodka's eyes fell on Gin's stand-up collar windbreaker and the high collar layered inside.
Looking at his eldest brother's attire, and feeling his own shirt with a short collar, Vodka silently decided to change into the same style as his eldest brother when he went back... Well, by then he would secretly stuff a neck gaiter into his collar, so no one would be able to notice.
After thinking about the new equipment, Vodka regained a sense of security.
At the same time, he remembered what happened just now.
——Uzo got into the murderer's car.
"Brother, he just left like that?"
Gin zipped up the bag with the sniper rifle and looked out the window at the dark mountain road, not paying attention: "He has his own ideas."
Uzo's thoughts are not easy to guess, but it is not difficult to find the general direction.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It’s just that it’s too troublesome to search for people all over the mountain, and you don’t want the murderer to take the opportunity to escape; or there is still some excitement after completing his art, so you want to drag the murderer away.
Beating people in their place...Of course, thinking on the bright side, it might be to cooperate with the organization's next actions——
Gin took out the satellite phone, pressed the button, and connected several logistics lent to him by the Tottori branch, and said briefly: "That's it."
They don't need to take care of the crime scene. Naturally, the foreigner will take the blame. They just need to take away Takeda's list and the puppets containing the drugs.
It takes a lot of manpower to transport these things. Now that Uzo left with the foreigner and the young girl, he had an alibi.
... alibi.
Gin was quite unfamiliar with this word before. He had never had to find such a thing for himself.
I didn’t expect that I would be in contact with him often now.
Thinking about it this way, it's actually quite interesting: the detective who stands within the framework of the rules has already secretly extended his thread beyond the law, but the stupid police cannot see those cobwebs stained with blood and despair... the art of irony.
The only thing left next is Moon Shadow Island.
I wonder if Uzo has any surprises or scares over there... Tsk, I should ask him first when I put him down in the car at noon.
Gin took a look at the list in his handbook and felt a little complicated.
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Vodka usually doesn't have any murderous intent, so for Jiang Xia, he is a very difficult person to observe.
Although the murderous aura on Ginjiu's body was obvious, once it exceeded a certain distance, neither Jiang Xia nor Gui could sense it.
Therefore, Jiang Xia failed to detect the two secretly observing eyes.
However, when the truck went out, he still secretly looked around.
He remembered that when he got off the bus at noon, Gin said that they would "be there in a moment." If the vehicle the two men in black were riding in didn't have a flat tire on the way... then they should be nearby by now.
I just don’t know why it never appeared.
Jiang Xia looked around casually, but didn't find his two colleagues, so he looked away and stopped looking at him. Ginjiu might have his own ideas...
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The truck drove for nearly an hour.
A crowded but orderly arrangement of graveyards gradually appeared in front of them. The white tombstones were close together. Misa had just died three years ago, and the location was not deep, so it was very conspicuous.
Rob looked at the photo on the tombstone and felt that there should be a howl here, but remembering that there was a detective standing next to him, he suppressed his tears again. He couldn't show too strong emotions towards Misa, otherwise he would be easily fooled by these brains.
To be continued...