MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 87 people who shouldn't be there

Rum talked about the "glorious deeds" of the organization for a long time with a passion that normal people can't understand. In order to delay the time, Xin Haikong made a serious appearance of listening carefully.

I really can't think of Rum's love for the organization so deeply, and I don't know if it's real or fake.

But he always felt that Big Brother didn't have such a level of eagerness to blindness.

No wonder the wineries are split into two factions. Maybe this is the difference between a normal person with a brain and a lunatic with a brain.

"Now, you should know the specifics of the organization."

Almost there, if you go on, he already knows how many industries the organization has in Japan.

Xin Haikong lowered his head and twitched the corners of his mouth impatiently.

Toru Amuro came a little too slowly, he had already delayed for so long, and he still hadn't seen the figure of that guy.

Are you going to come over and collect a corpse for him?

"I understand clearly, but..." The black-haired young man looked embarrassed and hesitated.

According to the justice police character he set for himself, it is completely okay to have a short-lived falsehood with criminals, but it is impossible for him to really defect to the enemy. In terms of personality, he will definitely reject Rum, and the manipulative enemy lies in how to reject and at what point in time.

Once refused, Rum will definitely kill, find a suitable time to refuse for the sake of his life, or delay until Amuro arrives at the scene.

The black-haired youth glanced thoughtfully at the door behind him, and the hand tied behind his back twisted uncomfortably.

He had arranged for a gin reception in advance, but he didn't expect the location chosen by Rum to be so embarrassing—

The entire factory building is made of thick and hard steel, and bullets cannot easily penetrate the walls. After closing the door, there was no light in the entire factory building, indicating that there was no small hole for sniping. Even if Big Brother wanted to help him guard outside, I'm afraid he would be more than enough.

The original plan naturally failed.

But it doesn't matter, he still has a plan B. If he judges that the situation is not good for him, he will directly press the alarm in his watch and let Big Brother break in directly.

But this can only be regarded as the last resort to prevent himself from dying at the hands of Rum.

He still hopes to use this opportunity to play a good show in front of the police.

Have to delay a little longer.

"I understand what you said, but...is your organization really not an illegal organization?"

"Mr. Xinhai, our organization is of course a legitimate organization. Even the factory you are walking on has applied for a business license. You can rest assured about this. Time is money, you might as well make a decision quickly."

The white-haired old man stared at Xin Haikong, his right eye rolled.

"That, that sounds good. But I always feel—"

"It's on fire!"

"Hurry up and put out the fire!"

A high-pitched female voice sounded outside the factory building, and it entered the factory building through the iron sheet, which was not very soundproof.

It was followed by a chaotic cry, the sound of footsteps, and the crisp sound of glassware breaking.

arrive.

The heavy metal door of the factory building was slammed open, and a strong man in black wearing sunglasses stood at the door in a panic and shouted loudly, "Mr. Rum, the laboratory is on fire!"

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, the calm white-haired old man heard the words, his momentum changed, and he said solemnly to the two subordinates guarding Xin Haikong: "Take care of this guy, I will be back later."

After all, he raised the iron cane in his hand, blocked it in front of him, and walked towards the door with a fast pace.

This guy doesn't need a cane at all.

Xin Haikong turned his head slightly, watching Rum's back. Judging from his walking posture and the extent of his body leaning forward, Rum's real age may still need to be verified. Obviously you don't need a cane, and you have to hold an iron object in your hand. It shouldn't be a new type of self-defense weapon.

But once Rum left, he was temporarily safe.

Just as the black-haired youth relaxed, a cold object suddenly touched his head.

Shinkai's body stiffened.

He is now holding two guns against his body, the man on the left has been pointing the guns at his lower back, and the one just touched his temple...

"Hey! What are you doing!" The man on the left looked at the people beside him in shock, "Mr. just let us watch him, I've already pointed a gun at him, you don't need to—"

"Do I have to listen to what he said?" The man on the right laughed out loud. "Officer Xinhai, you probably don't remember me anymore."

When he heard the familiar voice, Xin Haikong suddenly realized that it was him, the kidnapper Jintian Yuanji on the Tokyo Tower, who was personally sent into the organization laboratory by him.

!

Why did this guy still run out? Wasn't he sent in for an experiment?

This is really bad.

"Thanks to you, I was sent to that dark place." Jin Tian Yuanji took a gun and drilled twice on Xin Haikong's temple, "I have endured countless inhuman experiments, I thought I would never escape again in this life. The chance to come out, I didn’t expect that the guy Rum would take a fancy to. Officer Xinhai, I really didn’t expect our second meeting to be under such circumstances.”

It turned out that Rum had done a good job. How could this old man pick up people everywhere, and pick up all kinds of rubbish.

"If you kill me, aren't you afraid that your Mr. Rum will be angry? After all, I am the talent he wants to recruit."

"So what, there are only the three of us here, as long as I kill you... who will know."

Xin Haikong pretended to want to talk to Jintian Yuanji on the right, following the movement of turning his head, his whole body slightly tilted to the right, the two hands hidden behind him slowly moved away from Jintian Yuanji's sight, folded them together, and took the opportunity to press Alarm in watch. "Calm down first, I don't know where you were sent to, don't take revenge!"

"Yeah, calm down first, if you really kill this guy, Mr. Rum will definitely kill us both!" The black-haired young man on the left also persuaded him, the gun in his hand was already slow Slowly moved away from Xin Haikong's waist and moved behind him.

"What do you know! This is my only chance for revenge! If, if I really let this guy into the organization, I'll be crushed by him for the rest of my life!" The man on the right has lost his mind. Holding the gun, he pulled the safety catch with one hand.

The safety bolt was pulled and made a crisp sound, which was very clear in the extremely quiet workshop.

Why hasn't the gin come yet!

Xin Haikong closed his eyes consciously.

He won't really die. If he dies now because of such an accident, I'm afraid he won't have a chance to go back to the past, but he shouldn't. According to his original estimate, the future self should think of a solution.

But... if he really died here, maybe he could win the game at the end.

After all, it was Anshito who didn't rescue him in time, causing him to be a police officer who died tragically in the organization's stronghold. His image on the forum must be red and purple, and the game has a high probability of winning.

But it must be very bad to be headshot. When Jin Tianyuan, who held him hostage three years ago, was headshot, his whole head exploded, and bright red blood and gray brains splattered all over the place, which was too ugly.

And when the bullet is shot from the temple, how painful it must be.

He closed his eyes tightly, but someone kicked him on the lower back. He fell to his knees on the cold concrete floor, his jaw rubbed against the rough concrete floor before he had time to react, and it was painful from the grinding.

"boom-!"

"boom-!"

At almost the same time he was kicked to the ground, two shots were fired alternately.

One shot seemed to hit someone with a dull sound, and the other shot should have hit the ground. The bullet hit the hard concrete floor and bounced to an unknown place.

The two empty bullet casings hit the ground and tinkled and rolled far away.

The warm blood splashed on Xin Haikong's arms and back of the neck, and the cement floor in front of him was full of bloodstains.

Someone was shot, but not him.

Has Big Brother finally arrived?

He got down on his knees, put his right shoulder on the ground, turned around, turned his head sideways and looked back. He didn't see the familiar figure of Big Brother, only Jintian Yuanji, who was standing on the right side and threatened him with a gun, was already lying on the ground, his head was covered with red, red and white things, which was different from what he had imagined. death is exactly the same.

hiss-

Until now, he was still a little scared and almost died. He really shouldn't have made such a big omission.

But who would have thought that the guy Rum would pick up Jintian Yuanji from the laboratory.

His eyes swept across the door in front of him. The door of the factory building was not opened by anyone, indicating that Big Brother should not have arrived at the scene, so the one who just shot was...

?

He opened his eyes in surprise, raised his head and looked at the black-haired man who was standing on the left—

The black-haired youth in black uniform held the gun in his hand tremblingly, and his sky blue eyes were full of fear. His pale face was also splattered with blood, and the black clothes on his body were a little wet with blood, and his whole person looked a bit terrifying.

Who is this? There are such talents in Rum's subordinates, will they kill their colleagues in order not to be punished? It was a little too decisive.

Wait, no, normal people can't make such a ruthless attack, can this talent be buried in Rum's side in the future?

Xin Haikong stared at the black-haired youth's eyes, always feeling a little familiar...

The next second, the closed door of the factory building was kicked open, and a young man with black curly hair appeared at the door with a gun. There was no expression on his face, but there was deep concern in his dark pupils.

Xin Haikong looked at the sound and was stunned for a moment.

Matsuda Jinping?

He couldn't understand why it was Matsuda Jinping who came to the door first, and where did that guy Amuro go? It would be a little irresponsible not to come to save people at such a time. Could it be that it wasn't the police who came to save him, but the police from the Metropolitan Police Department?

Not right. How could Matsuda find this place, and the behavior of this guy in front of him is completely incompatible with Matsuda, but he looks a bit like that guy Amuro Toru.

Could it be that guy? It was easy to find someone, and he didn't dare to show his true face on Rum's territory.

Standing at the door, "Song Tian" held a gun and looked around the factory subconsciously. When he saw the body on the ground and the blood on Xin Haikong's body, his pupils shrank, he took the door as a cover, and aimed the gun at the first time. The black-haired young man who was still standing there, covered in blood, looked abnormal.

"I advise you to give up your resistance and let go of the hostages in your hands. The police have surrounded your stronghold!"

The person who speaks is righteous and righteous.

The obedient people turned a deaf ear, and looked confused.

In the huge factory building, Xin Haikong was sitting on the ground with his hands tied behind his back, staring blankly at the situation in front of him—

"Matsuda Jinping" standing at the door firmly held the gun in his hand, and a terrifying threat burst out from his dark eyes, and the dark muzzle pointed directly at the black-haired youth standing in front of Xin Haikong on the right.

The latter turned his head in surprise, his blood stained face even paler, a trace of injury flashed in his sky blue eyes, and the gun originally held in his hand was put down little by little.

This guy... seems to have misunderstood something.