Chapter 114

"I, I, I'm just a small person who only deserves to obey orders..." Yoko's current fear is not pretending at all, it is a kind of despair from the inside out. So, she chose to tell the truth: "Really, everything I said is true, I can swear it!!" When her life was threatened, Yoko uttered the last roar of longing to see the sun tomorrow.

Oh, Qin Zhao said lightly, stretched out his right hand to lift her chin, and looked into her eyes. Yoko's chin was pointed but round, and her eyes were narrow and exotic, perhaps sensing something, her body stopped trembling like chaff.

After Qin Zhao raised her chin, Yoko decided not to tremble. She is determined to take advantage of the woman's strengths, hoping to weaken the chilling murderous aura in this man, and even convert it into a male hormone... So, after Qin Zhao took a look at her eyes, the narrow and long Danfeng eyes , flashed like water-like autumn waves, rippling with infinite spring under the faint skylight passing through the ruined temple.

"Well, actually, I have never had the heart to embarrass women," Qin Zhao rubbed Yoko's chin lightly with his fingers, and sighed: "Unfortunately, I also don't like stupid women. Although you are still a bit pretty, you are not The reason why you survive." Just after finishing speaking, the hand holding Yoko's chin, like a poisonous snake that had been aiming at the target, suddenly grabbed her throat.

With a crisp clicking sound, the spring water in Yoko's eyes that was still full of vitality began to dry up, and was replaced by a crack that came in the dry season, crackling, and then frozen in a certain period of time.

Plop... After Qin Zhao took his hand away, Yoko's body was like a sack of wheat that was not stable, slumped freely on the ground, motionless, a trace of blood like a red snake came from her head that was close to the ground. It popped out of the hair and meandered along the uneven ground.

Da Ben, who was pretending to be indifferent just now, his eyes froze for a moment, and then his body trembled. As a small leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, he has lived a life of licking blood with knives, and he looks at death more lightly than ordinary people. But he absolutely never thought that there would be a man who could decisively kill a woman's hope when her desire for survival increased, and without hesitation, just like swat a fly with peace of mind. Staring blankly at the blood flowing from Yoko's head, Daben suddenly felt his stomach shrink rapidly, and the uncontrollable vomiting made him give up pretending to be calm. But after opening the mouth wide, in addition to making a 'vomit' sound and a mouthful of bitter water, there were still bugs crawling around on the ground in front of me. Suddenly, he was very envious of those bugs, who didn't need to understand real death. It's a pity that he is not one of those bugs, so he just keeps retching with his mouth wide open.

Li Jianfeng and the two soldiers who came in together were also dumbfounded. They are fighters of the Chinese Republic, their will is as firm as steel. Always ready to sacrifice everything, including life, for the country and the people. They are not afraid of death... But, they are afraid of such a means of death.

Qin Zhao's mouth curled up into a smile, and he turned his head to the remaining Japanese citizen: "What's your surname, sir?"

"Am...ask me?" The Japanese citizen's legs were trembling. If he hadn't been driven by a soldier, he would probably have fallen to the ground. Shaking his hands, he couldn't stop backing away. Finally, there was a stench coming from his crotch, and he opened his eyes wide in horror: "...don't, don't kill me! My name is Matsushita Wakao, please, don't kill me ..."

"We have a saying in Huaxia, which is 'You still come out to hang out like you?', you really should stay at home every morning and wait for your mother to call you. After getting up, you will have breakfast reluctantly, and then go to the company Molesting those pretty little girls..." Qin Zhao was like an old woman who was putting a child to sleep, rambling on and on about his life: "It's not about trying to use this kind of improper behavior to make money. Embellish your ordinary but stable life."

"Don't kill me! I beg you..." Matsushita Wakao knelt on the ground with a thud, propping his hands on the ground and kept kowtowing, tears and snot dripping down the dusty ground. He didn't appreciate Qin's poetic words at all, he was simply incomprehensible... In his opinion, if this man who is not a human said the words "Let's go", he would do everything he said , to be an ordinary person who can no longer be ordinary. Although it is indeed a bit bland and tasteless, living is the most important thing.

"Why do you only wake up after hitting the south wall?" Qin Zhao's golden words were not understood, he felt a little blushing, but it was just a feeling... He stretched out his hand to stop it and wanted to say, 'Let's hand him over to the police. Right' Li Jianfeng squatted down and asked, "I just want to ask you, who sent you to do this?"

"Yes, yes..." Matsushita Wakao raised his tear-stained face, thinking desperately, but in the end he knew what he knew, and the honesty of not knowing what he didn't know occupied his chaotic brain: "It's when we are working. , We don’t even know that Da Ben took us out, out.”

"Then which company do you work for? The company is in Huaxia?"

"Yes," perhaps feeling that these answers might be useful to this murderous brother, the fear in the young Matsushita Wakao's heart was a little less, and his voice gradually became calm: "Our company is in Weihai, called Sturgeon Ship Company. Our boss is Japanese, I don’t know his real name, but he has a Chinese name, Anxi Tieguanyin.”

Anxi Tieguanyin? Very familiar.

Qin Zhao nodded with approval on his face. I don't know whether I am praising the nice name, or admiring Matsushita Wakao's honesty. After he finished speaking panting heavily, he asked with a smile: "You are in the company, oh, wrong, do you have a high status in the organization?"

Shaking his head like a rattle, Matsushita Wakao said repeatedly: "I started working last year after graduating from the Japanese Institute of Chinese Language... At that time, I felt that doing this kind of work was both exciting and profitable, so, so... ..."

Alas, another lamb that went astray. Qin Zhao shook his head, stretched out his hand to pat him* and told him: Dude, you are not suitable for this kind of day of knife-head licking blood, but saw Matsushita Ruoan suddenly lying on the ground and crying loudly like walking alone in the dark night and meeting a ghost: "Don't kill me... please... woo woo woo."

"Qin, Lieutenant Qin..." Li Jianfeng licked his chapped upper lip, hesitating whether to intercede for this poor Japanese. After all, judging by his current age, he is still a big boy who just entered society. Although he committed an unforgivable crime, he did not die.

"You go." As if hearing what Li Jianfeng wanted to say, Qin Zhao stood up, the smile no longer on his face, and looked at Matsushita Ruonan coldly: "Go back to Japan now. Be with your mother well, because she doesn't want to think of you on this day every year...send him away, don't hand him over to the police." The last words were addressed to a soldier beside Li Jianfeng.

As if the god of death possessed him disappeared with a miserable smile, and as if he had a nightmare where he was sweating even after waking up, Matsushita Ruono looked at Qin Zhao stupidly, his eyes full of disbelief: "You, you mean let me go? "

Qin Zhao ignored him, his time is precious, his words are valuable, his image... is tall... these precious advantages, he is not willing to waste on such a fool at all. He waved his hand and told the soldier to send him away quickly.

"Thank you! Ariga is the first in Masu!" Matsushita Wakao was lifted from the ground by the soldiers, and while thanking Qin Zhao loudly in Chinese and Japanese, the tears in his eyes turned into excitement.

"I warn you, never speak Japanese in China." Qin Zhao said without turning his head.

Qin's occasional small kindness this time planted a seed of gratitude for the future, which Qin Zhao did not expect. It seems that there is a certain truth in the saying "forgiving and forgiving", although it is occasional. A single spark can start a prairie fire, isn't that what you mean?

Seeing Qin Zhao killing Yoko with a blank face, and then unexpectedly letting Matsushita Wakao go, Omoto Ichiro really couldn't guess what kind of result he would have. But he knew that Qin Zhao didn't need to ask anything about him now, because he already knew Anxi Tieguanyin in Weihai. Since everything I know is worthless, why keep it? Are you staying to court death?

He decided to tell everything he knew, and maybe change his way of life. I dare not extravagantly hope that I will return to China safe and sound like Matsushita Wakao, but for the sake of honesty, even going to jail is a hundred times better than being pinched and broken. Alas, it is the last word to be alive.

Now, the thing under him doesn't hurt much anymore, because Omoto Ichiro can clearly hear the cry of an owl coming from outside the ruined temple, which is shrill and eloquent.

"This time, someone is directing us remotely in Japan. Anxi Tieguanyin is just a microphone." After a pause, Omoto Ichiro leaned his back against the wall, and his eyes would occasionally flash out in the darkened ruined temple. highlights. That bright spot is like a wild wolf in the mountains of the Far East, cunning and dangerous but full of helplessness with nowhere to run wild, and finally had to be bleak: "I used to collect antiques for Yamaguchisha in Japan, and I used to come to China to make antiques. Business……"

"Are you here to smuggle?" Li Jianfeng interrupted and asked suddenly, turned on the emergency light in his hand and put it on the shrine on the other side, and the ruined temple suddenly became alive. This made the owl, who was still singing outside, very uncomfortable, and the singing stopped abruptly.

"Yes..." Omoto Ichiro lowered his head in embarrassment, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were full of grievances and helplessness: "If I don't come to Qing Island to carry out this mission, my parents, wife and children will be punished." to hurt..."

In fact, it is true that Daben said that he was engaged in antiques at Yamaguchisha, including that he often came to China to do antique business. But his next statement that he had to take over the mission because his family was coerced by the Yamaguchi-gumi was false. The reason why Daben described himself as a good family man who had to snatch the jade ring finger against his conscience for the safety of his family was completely inspired by Matsushita Wakao who had escaped from birth. Desiring to get Qin Zhao's pity or losing his mind for a while, he let him go too. Of course, it has to be released in a safe and sound way, otherwise I will be sorry for these lies.

Qin Zhao listened playfully and carefully, without interrupting.

As if feeling that this man was no longer interested in listening to other people’s complaints, Omoto Ichiro hastily used a clever ending to end the story he made up: “As a son, wife, and wife, some things are unavoidable. For this reason... oh, I'm obsessed with the Chinese language... The main person in charge of this operation is Shaohong Dazuo. He is an old man over 80 years old, and he was also a Kwantung Army stationed in China in the 1940s One of the..."

"That's an invasion!" Li Jianfeng retorted bitterly.

Qin Zhao did not entangle Omoto Ichiro on this useless issue, anyway, the Japanese have always turned black and white. He asked straightforwardly: "Why does he insist on getting this finger ring? Also, what is the position of Chief Shaohong in the Yamaguchi-gumi?"

"He was the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi in the 1980s, and he is now a consultant. Specifically, how much prestige he has in the Yamaguchi-gumi, I think it can be seen from the fact that he arranged this operation directly without the consent of the president. You should also Guess his influence." If the old guy hadn't repeatedly emphasized that as long as he got back the finger ring, the reward for each person would be one million dollars, how could he rush to Qing Island with all his money?

Chief Shaohong. Qin Zhao kept it in his heart silently, and suddenly asked, "Do you know where he lives in Japan? I want an accurate answer."

Go all out, anyway, I have said what should be said, and said what should not be said. For now, let's focus on your own safety! Thinking in this way, Daben spoke very fast: "It is about four kilometers to the east from Hiroshima International Airport Road, and there is an east-west street. No. 9A-4, this is the headquarters of the Yamaguchi-gumi outside. Shaohong You have sixteen hours a day to work here and participate in the organization's decision-making... You, you don't plan to go to Japan, do you?" As if he suddenly remembered, Da Ben looked at Qin Zhao with genuine concern: "I advise you not to go, he is usually on the 23rd floor, which is the most heavily guarded, because it is the closest to the organization meeting room." You'd better go right away, because then you won't even think about coming back!

As far as he knew, since the day he joined the Yamaguchi-gumi, foreigners of all skin types, including locals, had tried to assassinate Shaohong Dazuo no less than 30 times. But Shaohong Dazuo is still like Populus euphratica in the desert, standing proudly in the desert with his tenacious class quality that regards life as the most important thing in the world, and his tough body is shown to his comrades in various poses under the ravages of the scorching sun and desert His unique shape is indescribably beautiful and fascinating... This is also one of the reasons why he has lived in the 24-hour Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters for a long time.

Qin Zhao nodded thoughtfully, as if he was considering Omoto Ichiro's "kindness" reminder, a smile gradually appeared on his face. This also made Da Ben regret whether he had said too much and frightened the man. Why did I say it in such a hurry, it was self-defeating, he thought regretfully.

"Very good, I am very satisfied with you. I wonder if there is anything else to add?" Qin Zhao's face was illuminated by the faint blue light of the emergency flashlight, which made Da Ben unable to see his real expression, which also It made his heart jump suddenly. Despair was like a wolf biting a lamb, choking his throat fiercely, and would not let go.

"Wait for me to think about it..." Omoto Ichiro's body was cold, and when he saw a cruel smile in Qin Zhao's eyes, he suddenly realized the upcoming result like a monk who has penetrated the meaning of Zen. That is death.

Because it is impossible for Qin Zhao to let go of a murderer who shot his mother, who only relied on his gender advantage to trick Song Lan, he crushed an ant to death without hesitation, let alone him?

"I'm Japanese..."

Da Ben twisted his face and shouted in English that I am Japanese. What he suddenly yelled at Li Jianfeng made the latter stunned for a moment and then it was completely inexplicable.

"Wow Daxi wow you Hongjindais..." Daben panted violently, while Li Jianfeng looked bewildered, and blurted out another sentence in his mother tongue, hoping that Li Jianfeng would be able to persuade Qin Zhaofang for the sake of his being a Japanese friend Pass him, don't kill him. Because, now he suddenly felt that it was the last word to live recklessly like Shaohong, even if it was to live without dignity like a dog.

It's a pity that it's like throwing a wink to a fool, or giving a peony to an old woman, making Li Jianfeng, who doesn't even bother to learn Japanese, even more dazed. Even Li Jianfeng asked Qin Zhao: "What is his name?"

Without waiting for Qin Zhao to explain, Mr. Omoto Ichiro, who is known as Huaxia Tong, explained for him in fluent Chinese: "I am Japanese! Please, I ask the military to protect my people! Please..."

In extreme fear, he thought it was the streets of Huaxia under the sun. Although Chinese people don't like the Japanese, no one has the same knowledge as the Japanese. No matter what unforgivable mistakes they have made, as long as they wag their tails like dogs and beg for mercy, then the Chinese people, who are known for their generosity, will raise their legs and point to their bodies...they will slip through there and escape , and then ran back to the old nest to wait for the next opportunity.

Li Jianfeng finally understood this sentence. Standing behind Qin Zhao, Li Jianfeng didn't see the murderous intent in his eyes and asked in disdain, "Why are you Japanese? You're also a robber who broke into other people's homes!" Said Here, spit in his face.

Despise you……

Papa... Qin Zhao slapped his palms twice with both hands, and laughed loudly: "Okay, well said..." His words stopped suddenly, and his right hand formed a fist, which struck Omoto Ichiro's Adam's apple under his chin like lightning.

Omoto Ichiro only had time to greedily inhale the last breath of oxygen, and before it could be converted into carbon dioxide and exhaled, his head turned backwards strangely, his eyes lost the luster of life.