After hearing the price, Kitagawa Murakami took back the card.
"I don't want to know anymore." He said politely and very distantly.
He treats the other party as his scapegoat, and the other party treats him as an idiot.
An intelligence fee of 100 million is enough to buy some information on the US military... cough.
Let the guessers guess a little. The other party should be setting up a trap by looking like this. As for who he is deceiving...that's not sure.
It was a deceptive performance after all, and even though the clothes on the other party were stained with blood, it could still be seen that they were hospital uniforms.
From this point of view, the other party should have been attacked in the hospital and then fled to his side.
Judging from the blood stains on the body, the person who attacked the opponent should also be the one who arranged it.
The only thing he was curious about was who they were trying to deceive and what their purpose was.
But I'm not particularly curious. After all, even if I knew the news, I couldn't sell it, which would be a loss-making business.
So much so that he doesn't really want to be in contact with Toru Amuro now, but because the discomfort the other party brings to him is not that great, he can barely tolerate it.
He should think differently, this arrangement should be the work of Shuji Tsushima, and the reason why Toru Amuro is so attentive may not be because of the people watching the performance, but because of the person who wrote the script.
As we all know, he is a black doctor.
"It's just a kind reminder. You can treat it as if I didn't say anything." Kitagawa Murasu said nonchalantly.
"No, I'll give it to you for free." Toru Amuro lay on the hospital bed and took out his mobile phone that was still intact during the pursuit.
They are infected as if they were infected by a virus, and may eventually be completely assimilated.
Who is worthy of Shuji Tsushima's effort in writing such a script?
I really want to know who is the lucky person who is taken seriously.
"Go out and close the door." He looked at his mobile phone and faced Beichuan Village.
"No." Toru Amuro answered firmly.
This is inappropriate.
"You have stayed with him for too long." Kitagawa Murasu reminded.
Very interesting.
And people call these choices destiny.
After all, he only makes money for fun. Seeing those people bowing their heads because of desire, no matter what price he offers, he will grit his teeth and buy.
"Sure." The man with blond hair and purple eyes said simply.
The clinic on the ground treats ordinary people, while the one in the basement treats patients with shady identities.
"Next, I need your help. I will bring a message to our young master tomorrow, saying that I found you when I was dying." Amuro Toru told the other party what Kitagawa Murasuu needed to do.
At this moment, Toru Amuro is the patient who cannot see the light. If someone comes to visit...
Osamu Kitagawa is willing to give up all his wealth just to stay alive.
"This is not something we can decide." The blond man looked like he couldn't help himself.
The FBI would not take the initiative to appear in front of him, and the police would at most contact him through Yuya Kazami on the phone. As for those Bronx people who said they were after him...
As for Toru Amuro and Mu Midorikawa, he felt more and more similar to that young master.
This can be regarded as an answer to his question, but it is not critical information. If there is a charge, it will not cost much...
"But I advise you and your companions not to try to understand." He said to Toru Amuro.
"Okay, I really don't know what you are playing at..." Kitagawa Murasuu's tone was helpless and a little confused.
This performance took a lot of thought.
According to the plot, they have been dumped by him.
He glanced at Kitagawa Murakami and said, "You don't understand."
When you die, you really have nothing.
He can make more money and see more interesting people and things while he is alive.
Even if you don't deliberately understand it, changes will occur naturally.
In this case, what else does he have to say?
No one can make choices for others, everything is your own choice.
"To me, my life is the most valuable." Kitagawa Murakami took out his fingertips and turned the shining silver scalpel and said.
"A classic and bloody plot is being staged." Toru Amuro said in a nonchalant voice.
"Bourbon has successfully arrived at Kitagawa Clinic according to the script, and the Bronx team has also successfully let Bourbon escape. Trinidad and Akai Shuu, a pair of snipers, turned around and ran away when they saw that they were not strong enough..." Tsushima Shuji looked at
Reports from various members.
If someone comes, he will drive them out.
"Will someone come to observe you later?" Kitagawa Murakami asked.
Because it cost 10 million, the instructions were very natural.
"Do I need to pay?" Kitagawa Murasuu asked after a moment of silence.
He was answered with a click of the door closing.
"Clean hospital gowns are a bonus service of 10 million yuan." Kitagawa Murakami found a set of snow-white hospital gowns that had not been opened yet and were neatly folded and handed them to the complainant on time.
"Are you sure?" Kitagawa Murakami asked in return.
But the problem comes again.
That is an abyss that cannot be looked directly into.
wrong……
"I have all the instruments that need to be arranged for my serious injury. At least that's what it seems..." He pointed to the opening of the hospital bed.
And the blond man's subsequent behavior was indeed cold, as if he didn't hear anything.
"We didn't deliberately try to understand him." The blond man sat on the sofa with a comfortable posture as if he was the master here.
I once thought I had died a thousand times and became a walking zombie numb to death.
How tortured it would be to try and escape.
I haven’t reached the point where I am not afraid of death just to make money.
"I didn't expect you to be quite rational." The blond man sneered and said as he took off his blood-stained clothes and put on clean clothes.
Who is worthy of their hard work?
…
"I can't understand that young master's world..." He said with rare kindness.
He just gave the other party a reminder for the sake of ten million, but the other party didn't seem to care. Not only did he not care, he even seemed... willing.
"Fortunately, the elimination of undercover agents is a secret mission, otherwise what happened to Bronx and the others would have spread throughout the organization..." He said this, feeling more like a pity than rejoicing for Bronx and others.
"Trinidad is still not very obedient..." Tsushima Shuji said helplessly.
After all, he didn't let the other party snipe against Shu Akai.
He sighed leisurely: "But forget it, I am a good boss who is kind and tolerant."
"Gome is supposed to come to deliver news to us tomorrow. He saw Toru Amuro who was seriously injured and on the verge of death. He recognized his identity and understood that his injuries could not be known to outsiders, so he chose to come over and tell me secretly.
He is such a considerate and good doctor." Shuji Tsushima touched the end of his eyes and looked like he was moved to tears.