death of hope

Chapter 892: Wild Growth (307) On the Brink of Despair

New Sapporo Medical University Second Affiliated Hospital,
In the emergency surgery inpatient department, the originally quiet corridor suddenly became agitated:
"What's the beer noise?!"

"We've been discovered!"

"Who's there?!"

"There's a big guy! White, with blond hair!"

"Hurry! That guy ran away to the east!"

"Catch him!"

There were rough shouts and heavy footsteps behind me.

Jinguji Takashi was so frightened that he swung his long legs and ran wildly in the dark corridor of the inpatient department.

He had fought in many underground boxing matches and his physique was as strong as a bull, but he was still too young. He was just a high school student who worked and studied. He panicked when he heard someone chasing him.

Suddenly, his foot was tripped by something soft and he fell flat on his face.

Long Jun stood up with a jerk, looked at the thing that tripped him, and gasped in shock:
There were three bodies lying at the door of the bathroom, three men in black suits,

There was a badge of the Sanno-kai on his chest, and his white shirt was almost dyed red. The wound was bloody and shocking. He must have been attacked from behind with a knife while he was smoking and his neck was slashed.

Before leaving, Toru Yamagami ordered these gangsters to stay in the hospital to protect the Jinguji siblings. As it turned out, three bodyguards were far from enough.

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(These guys took advantage of the conflict between the two gangs and sneaked into the hospital when the hospital's defenses were weak...

This was a long-planned attack. Someone in the hospital must have tipped off the hospital. Was it done by the Kyokushin Group, or...)
Long Jun's mind was in a mess. He got up and continued running. Just as he was trying to sort out his thoughts, two figures suddenly jumped out in front of him, opened their arms and pretended to throw him to the ground:
"Stop! Where are you running, brat?!"

Judging from the speed and quality of the two men's dives and tackles, they were obviously practitioners of wrestling or judo, and much more powerful than the wild fighters he met in underground black boxing matches.

Jinguji Takatoshi is tall and strong, but his agility and coordination are not bad at all.
He ran without slowing down, pretending to charge forward, and suddenly stopped. The rubber soles of his shoes made a harsh sound when they rubbed against the tile floor. He made a sharp turn and turned into another road in an instant.

He learned this from watching the NFL sports channel. It was a classic football running back dribbling past the opponent, causing the two men to lose their balance and miss the opponent, then collide with each other and fall flat on their faces.

The two were left behind by Long Jun, and began to curse and threaten in a rage;

"Asshole! How dare you tease me!"

"Stop right there, little brat! Or I'll shoot you!"

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Long Jun ran back to the ward and was about to call out Yuna's name when he suddenly felt cold metal touching his skin. He was so scared that his blood froze.

Someone was lying in ambush on both sides of the door, waiting for him. Two silver M92F automatic pistols were pressed against his jaw and temple respectively.
"Don't move! Or I'll blow your brains out."

"Charlie, see if he has his weapons."

"Didn't you hear me? Lift up your pig's trotters, you idiot!"

Long Jun was kicked hard and had no choice but to raise his hands and let the other party search him.
At this moment, the door behind him was pushed open, and the pursuers he had left behind rushed into the ward breathlessly. As soon as they saw him, they started to curse:

"Damn it! This kid runs faster than a dog!"

"beat him!"

One of them kicked him hard on the inside of his knee, forcing him to kneel down. The others rushed over and punched and kicked him on the back. Long Jun had no choice but to protect the back of his head pitifully.

"Run! You big idiot?! Why don't you run?!"

A voice complained, "Hey! Be careful! Don't kick me, I'm frisking him."

"Have you finished searching?"

"Clear ~ This kid is unarmed, you can continue to beat him~"

Just as everyone raised their fists again, the curtain in the middle of the ward was drawn open.
"What are you fussing about? It's so noisy!"

A masked man wearing a camouflage tactical vest and holding a gun came over to check. From his aura, it was obvious that he was the leader of this group of mercenaries.

The mercenaries explained the incident to the leader, who turned his head with interest and stared at Long Jun with an extremely uncomfortable look, as if he was looking at a dead person:

"How dare you hurt my comrades? Tell me, how do you want to die, big guy~" Long Jun had a strong sense of self-esteem and was angered by the frivolous and contemptuous tone. He spat bloody saliva at the leader's tactical boots and said, "Bah! You bastard!

You just rely on your numbers and weapons! Do you dare to let me go, so we can practice with our bare hands alone? ! "

"Oh, you are quite confident. I have fought on the battlefield for half my life. Am I afraid of you?"

The other mercenaries laughed and said, "You fool, you want to challenge our boss? You are courting death!"

The mercenary leader unbuckled his belt, rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to beat this ignorant young man to death.

"Let me go! I'm going to tear off the heads of you bastards and use them as bowls..."

Just as he finished shouting out his heroic words, Long Jun looked past the mercenary's legs and saw a scene that made his blood pressure soar;
A hulking figure stood beside the bed, his skinny hands stroking his sister, Jinguji Yuna's long golden hair.

"Asshole! Don't touch my sister with your dirty hands!"

Jinguji Takatoshi flew into a rage and knocked over the several strong men who were stepping on him.
He rushed towards the hospital bed and the skinny and hunchbacked figure, with such momentum that it seemed as if he was going to crush him into a meat patty.

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The silenced pistol made two "puff" sounds, and the subsonic bullet accurately hit the calf muscle. Long Jun fell down in pain, but still gritted his teeth and crawled forward.

The masked man who was knocked down pounced on him again, and with great effort he finally subdued the furious giant and pinned him to the ground.

"Oh my god, what the hell did this kid eat to grow up..." said a mercenary with lingering fear.

His companion panted and said, "He's too f*cking fierce. He's like a wounded and mad bull. No, he's stronger than a bull. It's hard for the six of us to hold him down..."

"That's right. This guy knocked Pete unconscious in just a few moves. He must be seriously injured."

The masked man who had just shot at his calf came closer and aimed at the back of Long Jun's head.

"He hurt our people. What are you waiting for? Kill him!"

"Wait." said the skinny figure.
The man reluctantly let go of Yuna's golden hair and walked over with his hands behind his back.
It was an old man with gray hair, wearing high-power myopic glasses, and exuding the air of a pedantic nerd. He asked in a disgusting, shrill and hoarse voice:

"Are you this girl's biological brother?"

Long Jun's head was stepped on by a boot, so he could only look at the other person with his eyes squinting:

"You old thing! Don't you dare touch my sister again!"

"Hahaha! How is that possible? She is the golden key to the Nobel Prize in Psychic Powers~"

The old man's wrinkled face showed a sick smile, and he pushed up the frame of his glasses with his fingers, examining Long Jun carefully:

"Well... unless you are more talented than her, and let me test you~"

The old man took out an instrument similar to an ammeter from his backpack and inserted the two needles at the end of the spring wire deep into Long Jun's skin.

"You...what are you doing?!" Long Jun roared.

The old man squatted down and looked at the codes jumping on the screen of the instrument. Those were the strings of analyzed data. His disappointment was beyond words:
"Oh, what a pity! What's the point of having height and muscles? Such good genes are wasted."

"What do you mean?" asked the mercenary captain.

The old man thought for a moment and replied with a smile: "Using the analogy of playing games, this kid's talent is so poor that it's a complete waste."

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The mercenary pointed his gun at the back of Long Jun's head again and asked impatiently, "You mean, this guy is useless, right, Doctor?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you mercenaries, all you know is killing people, do you have any brains~"

The old man waved his hand impatiently: "Didn't you see the psychic readings of this kid? Although it can't compare with his sister, it is still much stronger than the average gifted person.
These genes are too good. Even if they added the wrong talent points, they can still be so powerful. The parents of this brother and sister are definitely not ordinary strong people.

Look at this kid, with his height, muscular body, and strong physique, he can withstand more hardships and will not die easily on the experimental table. He is excellent experimental material, a good unexpected gain."

The masked mercenary impatiently put away his gun. "Stop, stop talking about these things, old man. We are not scientists. We can't understand your profound stuff. We are just a group of retired soldiers who work for money."

"Okay~" the old man laughed and said, "I'm sorry for being so talkative. Talking to you uneducated people is like talking to a cow."

"You pay, you have the final say." The mercenary leader raised his arm, glanced at his watch and said:
"It's almost dawn, the Sanwang Society may send someone over at any time.
Stop wasting time, Dr. Joseph.

Do you want a corpse or a living one? Just give me a word."