"Show your ID!" a Japanese soldier shouted, pointing his gun at Ma Xingkong. Ma Xingkong was an expert with guns. It was obvious that the bullets were loaded. As long as the two of them pulled the trigger, he would be fine.
I confessed. A plan suddenly came into Ma Xingkong's mind, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Hey!" Ma Xingkong smiled and gave a thumbs up to the two of them: "You two are very responsible!"
"Please show me your ID!" When Ma Xingkong turned around, the two of them saw Ma Xingkong's collar badge and started to speak politely.
Ma Xingkong pretended to take something out of his jacket pocket while approaching the two of them. The two soldiers were not too far away from Ma Xingkong and arrived in front of them within two steps: "Put down your guns.
It’s my ID!”
A Japanese soldier reached out to pick it up. Ma Xingkong's hand holding the document suddenly grabbed the Japanese soldier's wrist, pulled him into his arms, and kicked them both in the stomach. His arms moved outward.
He threw the Japanese soldier to his chest and jumped into his arms. With his other hand, he held the guy's chin and pulled it out hard.
"Kah!" The neck was broken.
The other Japanese soldier opened his mouth and hurriedly turned around and ran away. He caught up with him in two steps, grabbed the guy's neck with one hand, and sneered twice with the other hand: "Use a gun when you see the person clearly! I hate it when someone uses a gun against someone."
Hold me!"
Dragging the bodies of the two Japanese soldiers, Ma Xingkong pushed open the iron door in front of him. As soon as he stepped in, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol, and all the rooms were locked. If there were not this iron door
In fact, there is no difference here from outside. Not far away, I felt chills all over my body, and the atmosphere became more and more weird.
At the door of a hidden room, Ma Xingkong dropped the body of the Japanese soldier and reached out to gently open the door. Suddenly a small black thing jumped out of the door. Ma Xingkong was frightened and trembled.
I hurriedly hid behind me and happened to bump into a cart with a bunch of bottles on the aisle. A green bottle fell to the ground and smashed to pieces. The contents inside scattered around and disappeared quickly.
Ma Xingkong calmed down and looked inside the room. It should be a laboratory. Various utensils were placed on tables and shelves. There were some large and small bottles on a row of shelves against the left wall.
, there were various animal carcasses inside, the most numerous of which were rats. The appearance of these rats when they died was very horrific, with their teeth bared and their faces ferocious. Ma Xingkong felt sick after just one glance.
There were no animal specimens in the last row of the shelf. A bottle filled with liquid had a label on it: Death! Ma Xingkong reached out and took it off the shelf, opened the bottle cap, put it to his nose and smelled it, but there was no smell.
A bottle of colorless and odorless liquid is called the Grim Reaper. These Japanese people are really weird.
With a sound of "squeak!", Ma Xingkong's ankle was touched by something unknown. The furry feeling made people feel hairy in their hearts. He hurriedly raised his feet. He forgot that there was a bottle in his hand, and a little liquid was spilled.
It came out and landed on Ma Xingkong's shiny big leather shoes.
The burning sensation immediately came from my feet. I didn't care about the things in my hands. I hurriedly put them down, took off my leather shoes and threw them far away. When I saw my screams, I saw that the top of my feet had been burned red. A large area was bright red.
It's bright red, as if all the muscles are exposed.
After a long time, it slowly subsided. When I looked for my leather shoes, they were completely gone. I searched the whole room, but there was no trace of my leather shoes. I only saw a little bit of red powder on the ground. Ma Xing was dreaming.
For a moment, I immediately felt that the bottle of liquid called Death was definitely not simple. In order to verify its efficacy, Ma Xingkong took the bottle to the door of the room and poured a little bit on each of the corpses of the two Japanese soldiers.
There was no smoke or smell. Starting from the place where the liquid was dripping, the body, including clothes and hair, anything it came into contact with began to melt little by little. The small bubbles swallowed the whole body little by little. In less than half an hour, two Japanese bodies
The soldier's body was completely gone, including his head, clothes, shoes and socks.
Looking at the water-like substance in the bottle, Ma Xingkong nodded. It was a good thing, a must-have item for murder and assassination. He found a slightly smaller bottle with a lid and filled it up.
, and plugged it with a rubber cap. Before Ma Xingkong put the big bottle back on the shelf, the rubber plug had disappeared.
I found several different materials, but only the glass stopper was the most suitable, as I was afraid of leakage. Ma Xingkong followed the sealing methods of other bottles, put a layer of wax around the stopper, and then carefully put it into his pocket.
I walked out of the room and walked around the corridor. There were laboratories everywhere, and there were all kinds of strange things. I just walked around, looking here and touching there. I didn't think it was interesting, so I walked out.
When he passed the door of the laboratory, Ma Xingkong stopped. He rolled his eyes and pushed the door in. He stood at the door, grabbed a glassware on the table, and threw it hard at the bottle containing the death solution.
Go. The bottle shattered with the sound. The death solution flowed down the shelf. Ma Xingkong hurriedly closed the door and walked out of the iron door quickly.
Wearing clothes, he said fiercely: "Suzuki-kun, get out quickly, something happened here! Urgent gathering!"
Everyone hurriedly ran in different directions from the basement. Ma Xingkong followed Matsumoto, walked along the corridor and ran out of the door. When he walked out of the long staircase, Mr. Hashimoto was already standing outside. In his hand
The cigar was gone, and with these hands, he looked at Matsumoto and Ma Xingkong.
"What happened?" Ma Xingkong asked.
Matsumoto shook his head. Hashimoto said: "The underground laboratory was destroyed by someone, and the hard work we have spent more than ten years has been in vain! If you let me know who did it, I will make him suffer the most severe torture!"
Ma Xingkong understood immediately. He didn't expect that he would cause such serious damage with just one moment. Hashimoto calmed down: "Okay, it's time for us to leave. This time you two have a difficult task. I don't want to hear it again."
Unfortunate news!"
After getting in the car, he immediately went to Ximending. Ma Xingkong was very glad that Hashimoto did not doubt him. As long as Hashimoto had a slight suspicion, he sent someone to search and found that the bottle of death he had stolen was in his pocket. In the car, Hashimoto
Ma Xingkong and Matsumoto were assigned their tasks. As expected, it was of great importance.
Hashimoto said sternly: "Judging from what happened at the base, there are many people around us who want to stop the growth of Japan. You should be more careful. This operation is also very dangerous. Nothing can happen!"