Chapter 205 About the setting of Tsushima Shuzhi Scorpio Lone Star
late at night.
"It's time to start." Someone whispered.
…
Shuji Tsushima felt the vibrations coming from the house and smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air.
As well as the gradually spreading firelight and intensive gunshots.
He started to change clothes.
He took off his neat and intact suit jacket and put on white pajamas.
I took off my shoes and socks and walked out of the room barefoot.
After he walked out of the room, there were explosions in the house.
He looked at the messy debris in the corridor and stepped on it with bare feet without changing his expression.
Until his feet were covered with wounds and blood, leaving bloody footprints with every step he took.
He came downstairs and saw the wheelchair rolling aside, and Haruhiko Oba sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, a large red blood stain on his chest.
It's a pity that he didn't die wearing a white suit.
Otherwise, the piece on the chest will be the same as the ruby brooch that the other person likes.
Shuji Tsushima thought to himself.
There were many figures in black suits scattered around.
The walls are filled with dense bullet holes.
It looked like a home invasion by terrorists.
"Really... give me a few shots before you leave..." Tsushima Shuji stood there and complained casually.
It would be too fake for me to be the only one alive and safe after you are all dead.
I am the sickly Tsushima Shuji!
With this thought in mind, he lay down on the debris without saying a word and began to roll around. His white shirt was covered with dust and blood before he stood up with satisfaction.
He picked up a knife and cut several cuts on himself, including his shirt.
Then he picked up the gun on the ground, kept it far away, and shot himself.
The bullet grazed his cheek, leaving a trail of blood.
Then he leisurely checked his miserable appearance in the broken mirror.
Nodding with satisfaction.
That way no one will doubt it.
"Speaking of which... the actors should be here too..." he thought.
For this reason, he paid a lot of money to have him kidnapped.
He silently moved to the wall next to Haruhiko Oba's body.
Waiting for the actors to arrive.
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"Is that little champion really worth that much?" More than a dozen people hid behind trees and observed the situation with binoculars.
"Anyway, I received a deposit of one million from the other party." One person said with a ferocious smile.
"Indeed, I received it too." Others also nodded.
"There will still be a balance of 10 million after everything is completed."
"Everyone has 10 million, which is at least 200 million."
"I don't know who paid such a high price for that brat." Several people were chatting among each other.
"The other party said they would deal with the people inside. We just need to be responsible for bringing that kid back."
"Why hasn't there been any movement?" someone said impatiently.
"It's coming, it's smoking."
"rush!"
"After completing this deal, I will take the money and fly away to leave the United States. Anyway, after the boss dies, I don't want to follow others."
"Me too." Everyone said, picked up their guns and rushed towards the smoke.
The door to a place where they would never have the chance to set foot in normal times is now open.
There were many corpses lying along the way.
They kicked open the crumbling door and saw the broken hall.
There were bloodstains, corpses, and bullet holes all over the ground.
And...the figure in the corner.
The man who had appeared on TV had his eyes closed and his back was leaning against the wall. The large blood stain on his heart showed the fact that the other man was dead.
And their target was sitting next to the corpse, with his head lowered.
After hearing the sound, he raised his head and glanced at them.
The kite-colored eyes were lifeless and full of holes.
Then he looked at them as if they were nothing and lowered his head again.
"This look..." Someone came forward impatiently, ready to teach this kid a lesson.
"What the employer wants is alive." But he was stopped.
"Such a sick brat, if you touch him even a little bit, he might die. What if the employer doesn't pay the balance then?" The person who stopped him explained plausibly.
"Bad luck." The person who was stopped kicked the gravel at his feet away in dissatisfaction.
After thinking about it, he raised his gun and fired at the surroundings to vent his anger.
"Young Master, come with us." Someone stepped forward with a very gentle tone.
But without hesitation, he covered the other person's mouth and nose with a drug-stained towel.
Stuffed the unconscious opponent into the suitcase and dragged him away.
Shuji Tsushima: Why the suitcase again.
Is it just because suitcases are suitable for hiding corpses? Just be honest and use suitcases to carry normal things!
After they left, there was an explosion and the fire burned quickly.
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Shuji Tsushima was transported all the way to a small warehouse.
His mouth was sealed with tape and his limbs were tied up.
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At the same time, there was another suitcase placed with him.
Lying inside was Hiroki Sawada.
Unlike Shuji Tsushima, Hiroki Sawada is really in a coma.
"I don't know who specifically wanted these two brats."
"Both of them look like sick men who will die at any moment. What can they do?" someone mocked.
"You have to pay for it when you take it back." His tone was extremely disdainful.
"Don't underestimate these two brats, they are both geniuses."
"After getting it, the profit it can provide to the other party will be more than several hundred million." Someone explained.
"That has nothing to do with us anymore. Just get the balance and leave." Someone said.
"Who is the contact person on the other side? Why haven't you come yet?" Someone asked impatiently.
"I don't know, just wait." The leading man said solemnly.
"Dingling bell——"
The phone rang.
"Hey, it's me. The goods are ready. When will the final payment arrive?" The leading man answered the phone.
"Transaction cancelled." The person on the other end of the phone had a low voice.
After saying that, he hung up the phone without giving the man time to react.
"Hello--!"
"Damn it, are you kidding me?!" The man smashed his phone on the spot.
"What's wrong?"
"What happened?" others asked.
"That guy said to cancel the deal." The leading man's eyes were fierce.
"What? Transaction canceled?"
"That means there is no balance left?"
"What about these two brats?" someone asked, looking at the teenagers lying in the two suitcases.
"Would you like..." One person made a gesture of wiping his neck.
"Ask Alande and Sindora for money." The leading man frowned and said in a deep voice.
"What benefits can you get from killing these two brats? Ask Alande and Sindora Group how much money they are willing to pay to redeem these two brats." The man said, taking out a black belt to cover his face, and wearing it
Put on the helmet.
Others also followed his example and covered their faces and put on helmets.
"From now on, this is a kidnapping case."
"We are the kidnappers." The man said.
"If the ransom is not paid, the vote will be torn away."
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"Hello, this is Alande Company. Do you need any help?" the customer service lady said in a sweet voice.
"We have your director's kid in our hands. If we don't want him to die, we'll prepare one billion." A vicious man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
Another liar.
"Hello, may I ask..." The lady at the front desk rolled her eyes and spoke in a perfunctory tone.
"Tell her who you are." There was a gunshot on the other end of the phone.
"I'm Shuji Tsushima." Then, a low-pitched young voice sounded.
"Did you hear that? In three days, I will give you a bank account and put the money I want into it. I guarantee that he will be safe."
"If not..."
"Haha." The man hung up the phone.
The front desk lady was left stunned and confused.
Immediately afterwards, Sindora Group also received the exact same call.