Chapter 170 Miss Suzuki

The first person to notice the abnormality was Ms. Suzuki at the front desk in the lobby of Genji Heavy Industries.

At around 11:30 p.m., Ms. Suzuki discovered that a Toyota pickup truck containing dozens of cans of gas was parked outside the building. It lasted for three hours without moving at all. However, some of them did not look like they belonged to the gas company at all. The guys on the staff were milling around the pickup truck, jumping up and down.

"This is Suzuki at the front desk. Does the company have an appointment with someone from the gas company for maintenance today?" After thinking for a long time, Ms. Suzuki decided to press the one-touch dial button of the landline to connect with the company's management. After all, Genji Heavy Industries is positioned as a special general manager. It feels weird to have a car like this parked outside.

"No?" After a pause of two seconds, Ms. Suzuki received a negative answer: "There is a car with a gas tank parked outside the company for a long time. It is on the road beside the main entrance. It feels quite dangerous, and there is no one in the cab. .”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, as if several people were discussing something before finally making a decision.

After listening to the management's decision, Ms. Suzuki nodded: "If it doesn't work, just ask a tow truck to tow it away, right? Okay, I'll ask the security guard to negotiate first to see if the owner can't be found. Okay, thank you, excuse me for bothering you." .”

After hanging up the phone, the receptionist waved to the security guard and explained the matter in detail. After the security guard, who was about five years old and armed, nodded to express his understanding, he greeted a few companions and pushed open the glass door and walked out.

Then about a minute later, the explosion occurred.

The shock wave and thick smoke almost instantly shattered all the glass curtain walls on the ground floor of Genji Heavy Industries at the same time. The broken glass like a knife was swept into the ground floor of the hall with the hot wind of the explosion and was cut and raked, including leather and solid wood sofas and tables and chairs with metal bases. As if losing weight, it flew up with the people sitting on it, arms and thighs 'dancing' in the air, with faces full of confusion and bewilderment.

When the explosion occurred, several employees who were close to the glass curtain wall didn't even react. The shock wave knocked them into the air. The glass fragments that hit them sealed their throats in the next step, and they fell to the ground and fell to the ground with their limbs broken. He couldn't even move to cover his neck, and he allowed a large amount of blood to flow out and collect on the gray, black and dirty ground, forming a filthy pool of blood.

Everything in the hall was punched by the invisible giant and flew deeper into pieces. It would not stop until it hit a wall or a heavy object that was rooted to the earth and fell to the ground. Objects will roll up a few times, while people will be like heavy water bags hitting the ground with a bang, motionless. If there is any damage, some of the thick red substance contained in the water bags will flow out.

In contrast, the people in the sofa waiting area were luckier. They were thrown under the sofa and successfully avoided direct damage from the shock wave, as well as indirect damage from shrapnel such as glass, sand, iron filings, and plastic. , their arms and thighs could still be seen twitching in the black smoke after the explosion, and they were probably still immersed in the tinnitus and dizziness caused by the loud noise.

The round green leaves of the 'White Butterflies' planted on both sides of the gate were naturally broken into sieves, and the broken green leaves were lifted several meters high by the thick black smoke. It was not until the explosion that occurred in Jinghong came to an end that the broken wall returned to death. The ruins fluttered down and lay in the middle of the devastated hall.

The porcelain white wall with the Genji Heavy Industries logo hanging on it was cracked by spatter. During the rolling black smoke, no other sound could be heard except for the dense car sirens on the street outside the building.

Ding dong.

Several smoke bombs rolled in from outside the door with only the iron frame remaining, breaking the dead silence. White smoke rose like a curtain and filled most of the space in just tens of seconds, obscuring the cameras that were still operating.

Several figures emerged from the white smoke and rushed into the hall. They were dressed in different costumes but all wore Pokemon series hoods. They carried cold weapons and hot weapons around their waists, including long knives, daggers, rifles, and even Another person carried an RPG-7B anti-tank rocket launcher on his shoulder.

"It feels a little criminal. Does blowing up gas canisters in the street feel like a terrorist?" The man wearing Squirtle's hood played with the dagger in his hand, chewed gum and scanned the mess around him. He passed by a man lying in a pool of blood. When wearing a small suit with a female secretary in black stockings, she even clicked her tongue, probably because she felt it was a pity.

"You are all not good people, so please stop wasting time with your nonsense." The woman wearing a fire-breathing dragon hood and carrying an RPG took out her pistol and killed the half-dead man who grabbed her ankle and tried to keep him.

"Our target is the 33rd floor. After the explosion, the target poked his head on the 33rd floor. Don't fight any units you encounter along the way." Charizard patted the intercom on his chest: "If you encounter trouble, please notify us as soon as possible. Those who are near, our Lord is making haste this time.”

"As far as we know, there are three safe passages in this building and two elevators, divided into VIP elevators and employee elevators. The VIP elevators require ID cards, and there are spare ID cards at the front desk. According to the plan, Bulbasaur and Squirtle , you guys take the A and B security lanes respectively, Pikachu and I take the C security lane, Blastoise, you go to the front desk to find the spare ID card and take the VIP elevator directly to the management to control the top people."

"As expected of the team leader." Pikachu praised Captain Charizard while holding a box.

"This kind of division of labor can be easily arranged by everyone, right?" Captain Charizard didn't seem to want to accept this flattery.

"No, I mean it's amazing how you can remember the names of all the Pokémon in just half a day without watching "Pokemon"."

Captain Charizard pinched his eyebrows and seemed to have a headache: "Pikachu, don't say anything irrelevant to the mission."

"Yes!" Pikachu immediately stood at attention. At the end, he felt it was not enough and added: "Pika Pika!"

Captain Charizard almost had the urge to shoot Pikachu on the spot. Why didn't he find such a funny guy sneaking into the elite team when he was gathering people?

After the division of labor was completed, several Pokemon immediately dispersed and rushed into the elevator and safety passage. Only the thug wearing a Blastoise balaclava walked leisurely to the front desk with a gold-plated Sand Eagle and fished it out from behind. When I got up, I was still suffering from tinnitus and received Ms. Yoshiko Suzuki.

"English が语せるの (Can you speak English)?" The Water Arrow slowly used the barrel of a pistol to pick up Ms. Suzuki, whose face was covered with bloody glass shards, and asked in "Japanese" and "English" respectively. Say the words more than once.

"Yes." Surprisingly, Ms. Suzuki is surprisingly resilient and can still organize her words under such circumstances.

"It's easy to say that he's still conscious." The water arrow turtle touched his chin and looked up and down at the pretty Miss Suzuki.

The blast tore off pieces of Ms. Suzuki's clothes, revealing a few wisps of fair skin that stood out in the smoke. This made him, a pervert who was obsessed with gunfights and women, a little moved. He couldn't help but think that all Japanese people are. A nation that loves face, the bigger the company, the more so. Even if the dust and glass shards scratched this woman's face, it is clear from the outline and figure that this is a beauty who is no weaker than a flat model standing on the street. This kind of talent does not want to be the boss's secretary but Come to the front desk to do reception? What a waste of resources.

For a moment, the Water Arrow Turtle had many endless thoughts. The barrel of the Sand Eagle gun in his hand was raised and drilled into Miss Suzuki's collar. For perverts, certain things, even if they are inappropriate, can only increase their arousal. Different sexual interests.

Hunters are licking blood at the tip of a knife, and they bring together all kinds of people from all over the world. Under the huge rewards and the high pressure of life and death, it is quite normal for a few perverts to appear occasionally, and the Water Arrow Turtle is naturally that pervert. Before this mission, he could be considered a loose guy who could kill people like dogs under artillery fire in Yemen, the Middle East, while tearing up whole wheat bread and buying young girls for entertainment in the refugee slums.

It is said that he came here with a reward of 20 million U.S. dollars for this red-hot mission. The reward for murdering a general in a war-torn country in the Middle East is only 4 to 5 million U.S. dollars. During this period, he had to risk being attacked by various heavy weapons and drones. The dangers of man-machine bombing.

But here, from a third-rate arms company in a peaceful country, you can get 20 million for killing an underage boy. Even if the cooperative team is divided, there will be 4 to 5 million in bonus. This kind of money is hard to find even with a lantern. The task is as simple as a vacation for him.

A vacation requires scenery, and the cherry blossoms that bloom in early March in Japan barely count. If you want to have drinks, I heard that the two flavors of shochu and sake are also a blessing that cannot be enjoyed elsewhere. If there is a beauty, isn’t this beauty in his hands right now?

Although Captain Charizard's plan is very precise, it is obvious that controlling high-level personnel is not a particularly important part of the mission. Being delayed for a few minutes in other small places is not a big problem, right?

The weak Miss Suzuki lowered her eyes and slumped down on the front desk (she was pulled and carried to the table). The Water Arrow Turtle picked the barrel of the gold-plated sand eagle on her chin and tore open her black buttocks. But when he was about to take the next step, an accident happened. His perspective was suddenly pierced by a light spot, and his eyes suddenly turned white and he lost his vision!

Miss Suzuki on the front desk was holding a broken lens in her hand. It was this lens that reflected the light and blinded the thug in front of her!

After all, the Water Arrow Turtle was an experienced hunter. He forced his eyes wide open and leaned back in an attempt to distance himself and raise his gun to fight back. Unfortunately, the distance he opened was still not enough. If he were one meter away, any self-defense or gun grabbing skills would be useless. The effect is lost, but if the distance between the two parties is less than one meter and within the critical distance, the unarmed person will have enough opportunities to reverse the situation.

He raised his hand and pointed the sand hawk at the position where Miss Suzuki was originally slumped in his memory. However, before he could fire, lightning-like slaps hit the sand hawk's gun body and the inside of his forearm. The sand hawk flew away and fell. After falling to the ground and sliding for half a meter, in his field of vision, Miss Suzuki, who was clutching sharp lenses in her hand, had already jumped in front of him like a leopard!

The Water Arrow Turtle felt a chill in his heart, and at the same time, his hands were not slow. His quick right hand grabbed Miss Suzuki's mouth and thumb that held the lens, and his left hand pressed down with all his strength to force the sharp lens in the other person's hand with a big blow. The flesh and blood of Chuan's palm was cut off together, and it fell to the ground together with the lens. This kind of severe pain could make anyone scream and temporarily lose the ability to think logically.

The Blastoise stepped back and prepared to pull out the spare pistol on his waist, but Miss Suzuki, completely unaware of the pain, grabbed his cuffs with her palms that were missing half of her flesh and dragged him to the ground, using her strength to crawl on. He got up and wanted to attack further!

"Crazy woman, let go!" Blastoise took out his spare pistol and pointed it at Ms. Suzuki's head on the ground, about to shoot, but the other party grabbed the side of the pistol first and unloaded his magazine, then tilted his head and used it forcefully. He shouldered the bullet in the gun chamber, and while his body was trembling, he slammed into his arms. He knocked him down with a knee strike and a diving sprint, and sat down heavily on him!

The water arrow turtle on the ground had its eyes bulging and its mouth open, but even in the severe pain, he did not forget to continue to fight back. He grabbed Ms. Suzuki's collar and pulled it towards his face, while shrinking down. This is when he is overwhelmed in jujitsu. A technique for escaping, the tiles on the floor instantly magnified in Miss Suzuki's eyes. If she fell down and got a concussion, she would not be able to run away, but she had already expected it and covered her face with her hands. The forward roll left the Blastoise's body.

"Bitch, you're done!" Finally pulling away, the Water Arrow Turtle rolled over with red eyes and took out the dagger on his thigh and got up from the ground. But when he turned around, he saw a kneeling man on the ground holding a gold-plated sand eagle pointed at him. Miss Suzuki.

The distance between the two is three meters and seven steps away.

"you--"

The gunshots were noisy, and Ms. Suzuki fired continuously with a cold face. The flames from the muzzle sprayed large-caliber bullets, and the muzzle jumped wildly, creating bloody hollows one after another in the water arrow turtle. After falling to the ground and shaking violently, She also didn't forget to empty all the bullets in the magazine at the corpse on the ground - this was her habit. Before retiring from the SWAT force, she had a clear rule that once a shot was fired during the mission, all bullets must be poured out to ensure the death of the enemy.

After the Sand Eagle's deafening explosion almost penetrated the Water Arrow Turtle's chest, she lowered the gun in her hand and relaxed her tense arm muscles. She used her still intact left hand to find the broken screen in her pocket. The phone lit up the screen and she made a call while taking off her high heels - she had completed the entire battle just now wearing high heels.

After the call was connected, Ms. Suzuki finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Longma? There are some small problems in the company building."

"Well, a few people died. The situation is still under control."

"How is your subordinate injured? Oh my Lord, you are still so gentle. Your subordinate is only slightly injured and still has the energy to pursue."

In the smoke-filled hall, Ms. Suzuki, who was holding a phone, trotted to load the gold-plated sand eagle and chased towards the safe passage not far away. When passing the corpse of the Water Arrow Turtle, she did not forget to kick the bad man's lower body. Spit. Many people who were still alive behind her also shook their heads and stood up. When they saw the corpse of the Blastoise on the ground and realized what had happened, they all sighed and began to search for the nearby murder weapon on their own initiative.

——They probably have to work overtime again today.