Seeing that the black car failed to kill the blond man, the black car was not discouraged. Instead, it accelerated on the spot again, turned around, and hit Toru Amuro.
A bullet accurately hit the left front tire of the car, causing the car's direction to shift.
Toru Amuro once again escaped death.
"Sniper?" Bronx lowered the window and looked outside.
"Just like Kao said, the FBI took action." Negroni analyzed.
"This performance needs to be watched by an audience." Wei Que laughed.
"Show 100% of your strength." Wei Que said.
"Then let's move on to the next step. Are you sure you can stop the wave?" Bronx loaded new bullets into the machine gun's magazine.
That's a new type of bullet, it looks no different from the real bullet, but...
You won't die if you get hit, you'll just look miserable.
After he got the money, he didn't have to actually treat the other party, which was equivalent to getting money for nothing.
After driving the car to a corner, the three of them abandoned the car without hesitation.
If the other person's blood touches his sofa, he will have to spend money to buy a new sofa.
"...I understand, no need for support." Toru Amuro was silent for a long time this time, and then said slowly.
The man who looked like he was a doctor looked troubled.
If you don't pay, you won't be treated and the patient will be left to die.
The blond man changed his dying look and stood up from the ground staring at the blood all over his body. He stared at Kitagawa Murakami expressionlessly for a moment, took out his wallet and swiped his card.
"By the way, why are you so embarrassed?" he asked casually.
Toru Amuro ran downstairs to the apartment where Tsushima Shuji lived, stared at the top-floor apartment with a deep expression for a moment, then turned around and ran away.
It has the same effect as Toru Amuro's coquettish move to avoid them.
Japanese police...heh.
No matter what kind of patient he is, he must pay first before treatment.
I also saw a situation where no one was responding to the other party.
Relying on his memory, he staggered to a clinic. He knocked on the door of the clinic with his bloody hands, urging the people inside to open the door.
He can't take action anymore.
He couldn't do it, he couldn't kill Tsushima Shuji with his own hands.
There is no chance of redress.
It wasn't until a man wearing a neat white shirt and a spotless white coat opened the door from the inside that he suddenly fell in.
"Very good, please take a seat." After receiving the money, Kitagawa Murasuu's attitude became much more polite. He put a white cloth on the sofa and motioned for Toru Amuro to sit down.
But... the police didn't come to support the other party?
"...I'll give..." the man on the ground said as he was dying.
What does that have to do with him?
"...There is no limit to the means." Feng Jian Yuya said.
As for Toru Amuro, he actually stood up without incident after paying the money...
"Mr. Fangtani? Mr. Fangtani?" Yuya Kazami called twice, but never got a reply.
"Okay, I'll ask my employer when the time comes. Master Shuji wants it." Toru Amuro agreed without hesitation.
Does the Bronx look down on bourbon?
He had inexplicable confidence in Bourbon, who was also an undercover agent.
He needs new clothes and a bed to lie on.
After all, the script was provided by Kao, who is equivalent to the director, and the performance fee for the extra actor Kitagawa Murasaki should of course be paid by Kao.
Although he won't die, it still hurts when he gets hit.
So Kitagawa Murakami dragged the person in, and then closed the door of the clinic.
He watched the blond man flee in panic after being shot several times.
"I didn't say that." Bronx denied immediately and handed the machine gun to Negroni without hesitation.
"...Have you become an outcast?" Akai Shuichi whispered.
Bourbon would work.
"...Forget it." Kitagawa Murakami gave up the idea of killing the opponent.
Because there is no need for softness and mercy.
"...When will support arrive?" Toru Amuro called his contact person Yuya Kazami to ask, his voice hoarse.
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As soon as he was dragged into the clinic, Kitagawa Murakami took out a credit card machine.
At the same time, he also began to move coquettishly in order to avoid the bullets of the sniper rifle.
For example, why is the other party, a member of the organization, reduced to such an embarrassing state?
As for why there was so much blood on the opponent's body, the reason why Kitagawa Murakami didn't panic at all...
"You can stay here." He pointed to a white bed in a small room with complete medical equipment.
Intelligence dealers are always subconsciously interested in all kinds of news.
It wasn't because he saw Toru Amuro's true condition, but because he was really so ruthless.
He had fired the crucial shot, the car had been scrapped, and the rest...
Since the last time he had contact with the other party, he started sleepwalking at night.
"Ten million, surgery fee, thank you for your patronage." He stood there and spoke to the man lying on the ground.
What superiors need is a robot that obeys orders and abandons unnecessary emotions.
Unfortunately, he didn't do it.
He was abandoned.
"I will tell Bourbon that you are worried that he can't bear the pain." He asked with a malicious smile on his face.
"...Does that mean I should kill Shuji Tsushima right now and hold his head to clear my own suspicion?" There was no emotion in Toru Amuro's voice.
"Any transaction requires payment, so add money." Kitagawa Murakami said.
"Is that Bourbon guy afraid of pain?" Wei Que asked back.
But even though he looks so embarrassed, he walks very naturally and healthily.
"Sorry, Mr. Furutani, it says not to make too much noise... Once you use someone from the police, it will be revealed that you are from the police..." Yuya Kazami tried his best to keep his voice calm.
Kao had to reimburse him.
In other words, the person who was hit will look like he was beaten into a sieve, with mottled blood all over his body.
"I'm going to stay with you for the next few days." Bourbon said, looking at the sofa.
Akai Shuichi, who was on the building not far away, returned to his original appearance at this moment, holding the sniper rifle with a calm expression.
He knew very well that Toru Amuro was not short of money, so he regarded Toru Amuro as an unjust victim.
Not even the police were dispatched...
"Want to know? Spend money to buy information." The blond man raised his eyebrows and said.
Asking Tsujima Shuji for money? He wished he could stay away from him.
"Pay it." He was full of businessman's cunning, and his eyes seemed to be filled with the light of desire for money.
He looked like an actor filming a fight scene.
"They hope you can clear your suspicions and return to the organization." He said in a low voice.
"I can write you an IOU." He suggested seriously.
"Card machine?" Kitagawa Murasu held his card between his fingers.
He has a dark heart for making money and spends money neatly and neatly.
In order to obtain the information that interests him, he does not hesitate to pay the price.
"One hundred million, one piece of information." Toru Amuro looked at Kitagawa Murakami and raised the corner of his mouth.
The other party charged him 10 million for medical expenses, but then he paid 100 million for intelligence fees.