Long Jie tied up the guy's hair and reached out to push the door open. Before the other person could react, several people had already squeezed into the iron door. Yu Mu closed it behind him. The room was large, with bright lights inside, and several people were dressed in white.
People wearing clothes and masks were busy inside. When they saw strangers coming in, they all looked up and looked at the door.
"Don't fucking move, I'll kill you if you dare to move!" Shitou held a gun and directed these guys to gather together.
Several people looked at Ma Xingkong and others in shock. One of them asked: "Who are you? What are you doing?"
Ma Xingkong smiled and said, "You don't need to know this. Who can tell me where the anti-anthrax serum is? I promise not to kill him!"
"Baga!" The man took off his mask: "How did you get in? Get out!"
Long Jie smiled: "Brother, this guy hasn't seen the situation clearly yet, I'm going to teach him!" Leaving the man who opened the door behind, Long Jie walked up to the guy, raised his fist, and hit the guy hard in the stomach.
The punch made the guy's face distorted and he was rolling on the ground holding his stomach.
"Professor Yoshikawa! Teacher Yoshikawa!" Several other Japanese people hurried over to help. Long Jie showed the dagger, stared at those people and said: "Damn it, everyone stand still!"
Several Japanese people stood obediently to the wall again. Long Jie tied Yoshikawa's collar, lifted him up, and tore off his hat and mask. A middle-aged man in his fifties had triangular eyes and a hole below his nostrils.
The mustache is very eye-catching. Long Jie said: "Tell me, where is the anti-anthrax serum?"
"Bah!" Yoshikawa spat on Long Jie's face. Long Jie got angry and slapped Yoshikawa's face with a round slap, making Yoshikawa gasp for air and his face turned red and purple.
A piece of it is almost turning into a pig's head: "Are you going to tell me? How dare you spit on me!"
The remaining Japanese cowered in the corner in fear and remained motionless. Long Jie asked again: "Tell me quickly where the anti-anthrax serum is, or I will kill you!"
Yoshikawa stared: "Being loyal to His Majesty the Emperor is the pride of every Japanese samurai! Just kill me!"
Before Ma Xingkong could say anything, Long Jie's dagger had already pierced into Yoshikawa's chest. Yoshikawa's mouth opened wide and he looked at Long Jie. He did not expect that the young man in front of him would attack so harshly. Until this moment
He felt a little regretful. Mu Yunchen took Yu Mu and Zou Kai to rummage through almost the entire laboratory but could not find the serum.
Ma Xingkong looked at Mu Yunchen, who shook his head slightly. Yoshikawa's body was in front of several people, and the Japanese knelt beside Yoshikawa with tears in his eyes. The guy who opened the door for them said angrily: "You guys
Kill us all! If Teacher Yoshikawa dies, we are willing to bury him with him!"
Ma Xingkong glared at Long Jie. He walked to Yoshikawa's body, took out a glass vial from his arms, opened the cap, and dropped a drop of liquid on Yoshikawa's body. Yes, this bottle of potion was brought back from Japan.
The "god of death"! Yoshikawa's body began to rot and turned into bubbles. It was completely corroded by the "god of death" in front of the eyes of several Japanese people.
"I advise you to just say it!" Ma Xingkong held the potion: "This time I drip it on a dead person, but next time it will be a living person."
The guy who opened the door stood up loudly, pulled off his clothes, and exposed his bony chest: "Come on! The samurai of the Japanese Empire are never afraid of death!"
Ma Xingkong turned the side of the bottle and dropped a drop of liquid onto the guy's chest. A faint white smoke rose into the sky, and bubbles began to appear one by one.
"Ah...!" The pain instantly spread throughout the guy's body, causing him to roll on the ground in pain. He was severely corroded, and soon he could see the internal organs in his body. There were more and more bubbles, and the corrosion area was getting larger and larger.
, until the entire chest and belly were completely burned, and the internal organs fell to the ground. The guy was still rolling and shouting, but he was still not dead.
The remaining Japanese trembled all over as they watched. They could imagine that they would definitely not be able to bear this kind of pain. It wasn't until the "god of death" corroded his heart that the guy calmed down completely and gradually turned from bubbles to a puddle.
Water, not even a hair left.
"No one has said anything yet?" Ma Xingkong glanced at a few more people.
"I say! I say!" One of them hurriedly separated from the crowd and stood up: "Please don't kill me, please!"
Ma Xingkong smiled and nodded: "As long as you tell the truth, I promise not to kill you!"
"Hirata!" Another bearded man said sternly: "You coward, Professor Yoshikawa thinks so highly of you in vain, you are not worthy of being a soldier of the Japanese Empire!"
The stone punched the guy's back hard, knocking the guy to the ground, grabbing both arms and twisting them back hard. There were two crisp sounds. "Ah...!" the guy screamed.
, his arms lay limply on the ground. Shitou stood up and cursed: "Damn it, you deserve a beating!"
Ma Xingkong put his arm around Hirata's shoulders and said softly, "Your name is Hirata?"
Hirata nodded, his eyes always staring at the bottle of clear liquid in Ma Xingkong's hand. Ma Xingkong said: "Don't worry, I always mean what I say. As long as you tell me where the anti-anthrax serum is, I guarantee that you are safe and sound. This is mine."
Let’s talk about the principles of doing things!”
"In the freezer in warehouse No. 1!" Hirata was very nervous, with a slight tremor in his voice: "This serum is very delicate and will lose its effectiveness after being left in the freezer for twelve hours!"
"Warehouse No. 1!" Ma Xingkong chanted again: "Can you take us there? We don't know the way!"
"Hirata, you coward!" The guy whose arm was broken was lying on the ground and kept cursing Hirata. Shitou spat on the ground and said, "Can't you just calm down?" He stepped forward, raised his foot, and fiercely
He stepped on the guy's head. With a "Bang!" sound, the brain matter splashed out and dyed the white coats of several people around him red.
Hirata glanced back, quickly turned back, and nodded towards Ma Xingkong. Ma Xingkong smiled slightly, put away the "God of Death", put it back in his arms, and said to Mu Yunchen: "Let's go, follow Hirata-kun."
Go get the medicine, and I’ll leave everything here to you!”
After walking out of the laboratory, Ma Xingkong and Mu Yunchen followed Hirata to the No. 1 warehouse. This corridor was very strange with twists and turns. Every protruding place was used for something unknown. Fortunately, a
Warehouse No. 1 was not far away. After turning two corners, I saw a large iron gate with Warehouse No. 1 written on it. A skull symbol on the sign next to it was particularly eye-catching, and the four Japanese characters in red clearly stated:
employees only.
Hirata pointed: "That's it!"
Ma Xingkong and Mu Yunchen looked at each other. Ma Xingkong took out his dagger and opened the lock. After a lot of effort, he pulled out a small crack in the warehouse door that could accommodate one person. Mu Yunchen
Pulling Hirata, he was the first to walk in. It was empty inside, with a few tall cabinets placed against the wall. A buzzing sound echoed in the room, and after repeated refraction, the sound became louder.
Hirata quickly opened the cabinet in the middle, and a blast of cold air hit him. Ma Xingkong shivered unnaturally. Hirata took out two small bottles from a tray and handed them to Ma Xingkong: "This is it!"
Ma Xingkong nodded, looked at Hirata and said, "You'd better not lie to me. If I know this is a lie, you know what will happen to you! Let's go!"