personal security

Chapter 834

The rustling sound of high heels stepping on the carpet appeared in Zhao Jianhui's ears.

Now, from the perspective of Zhao Jianhui's head being pushed to the ground by the man from the Oriental country, you can only see the woman's ### jade feet wearing high-heeled sandals without stockings.Slender and slender toes, the toenails are dyed with black nail polish, and the black and white distinction makes her feet more attractive to the eyes.

Zhao Jianhui twisted a bit, and a beautiful leg in black straight-leg pants appeared in his sight.These beautiful legs walked gracefully in front of Zhao Jianhui, and raised his chin with one hand.

At this time, Zhao Jianhui could barely see Ikeda Hiromi's proud face full of smiles. "Minister Zhao, logically speaking, I want to kill you right now, and then drag you out to feed the dogs. However, in terms of my duties and tasks, I should carry out the orders of my superiors and keep your life alive. To serve our country, you say - what should I do now? You should know what the purpose of my asking you is?"

Zhao Jianhui stared into her eyes, and said slowly: "Who are you? Who are you serving? The government of the Eastern Kingdom, or the military?"

The small oriental man next to him roared viciously: "Baga, you Chinese pig, don't talk nonsense if you haven't been asked, and answer the questions carefully. You don't have the right to ask questions now!" After finishing speaking, he raised his hand Gave Zhao Jianhui a slap in the face.

The woman raised her hand to stop him, and asked with a smile: "Minister Zhao, we don't want to use violence, please cooperate. Your identity is very special, logically speaking, we should save face for you. As long as you give us work, It doesn't matter what you want..."

"Dream, why should I help you?" Zhao Jianhui sneered, "If you have any means, use them."

"It seems that there is nothing to talk about between us? Hehe, I hope your government can believe that you are a person who is loyal to the country... However, if the high-level officials of your country see you, a promising rising star , looking very happy in bed with women from all over the world, I wonder what they will do?" Hiromi Ikeda straightened up, stretched out her hands and patted lightly, Zhao Jianhui heard that a door was opened, and walked out from inside There are at least a dozen people.

Soon, pairs of beautiful legs and jade feet wearing high heels stood in front of Zhao Jianhui, and they stood neatly in a row on the carpet in front of him.

"Minister Zhao, you will soon enjoy the joys of the world, and you will also tell the secrets you are unwilling to reveal now. Enjoy it, and see you in two hours..."

While talking, Ikeda Hiromi took out a black vial from her pocket and handed it to the man holding Zhao Jianhui: "Feed him, and Minister Zhao will soon become a little sheep..."

The man pressed Zhao Jianhui's head with one hand, put the gun in his hand on the ground, and took the medicine bottle with his hand: "I know everything, you can go at ease, Miss Yumei, Kuroda and I did this kind of thing once. Twice, don't worry..."

Zhao Jianhui raised his originally weak arm, grabbed the ankle of the Japanese devil who was pressing down on his head, and twisted it, the guy suddenly felt his body lighten up.Before he landed, Zhao Jianhui's hand had already grabbed the pistol he had put on the ground. The first target he aimed at was not Hiromi Ikeda, but Kuroda who was adjusting the camera by the side of the big bed.

With a dull sound, Kuroda's body fell to the ground, and the camera that had just been set up was hung upside down by his arms.

"Ah..." The twelve girls of black, white, yellow and brown standing in front of Zhao Jianhui opened their mouths in shock, but Hiromi Ikeda reacted sharply. She didn't look back at all, relying on the dull voice just now and these From the girl's cry, she immediately knew that something had happened behind her, and quickly jumped up, shooting directly into the small door that these girls walked in just now.

It was a secret door that opened directly on the wall, and as her body shot in, the small door also began to slowly close.

"Bastard..." When Zhao Jianhui tried to chase after him, the Dongyang man who was thrown to the ground by him had already turned over, cursed and punched Zhao Jianhui.

Zhao Jianhui didn't have any extra time to tangle with him, so he shot him directly.Seeing the man falling down slowly, Zhao Jianhui rushed straight for the secret door.However, no matter how hard he pushed, the door remained motionless as if it were a real wall.

Zhao Jianhui took two steps back, kicked towards the secret door with a flying kick.

With a loud bang, the secret door collapsed, and Zhao Jianhui rushed in like the wind.

Inside the door is a corridor that is not very wide. Just less than ten meters away in front of Zhao Jianhui, there is a dark and strong man standing: "Baga..." He looked at Zhao Jianhui's face, his eyes flickered With a fierce look: "You bastard, how dare you break down my door..." His face reminded Zhao Jianhui of those ugly faces of those Eastern right-wingers who shouted on the street that the Diaoyu Islands were theirs.

Zhao Jianhui's body didn't stop at all, and he was directly reproduced on his body. Seeing that he was knocked fifteen or six meters away with an arm, the guy sprayed blood on the wall, and his body also slumped along the wall. on the ground.

"Hahaha, damn thing, with your small body, you dare to block my way. It's really unforgivable." Zhao Jianhui kept chasing forward.

Before taking two steps, another Japanese devil jumped out from the corner of the front corridor, holding a pistol in his right hand, raising the muzzle to aim at Zhao Jianhui.But that slow speed could not pose a threat to Zhao Jianhui at all. Zhao Jianhui kept pounced on him, grabbed his wrist and twisted it. At the same time, he grabbed the gun body with his right hand. He pulled the trigger, but the gun didn't go off. Because Zhao Jianhui's thumb pulled off the insurance by the way.

Zhao Jianhui grabbed the body of his gun and twisted it. The guy's finger was cut off by the trigger guard. He opened his mouth wide in pain but couldn't cry out.Zhao Jianhui pinned his arm and twisted it, taking advantage of the momentum to slam his face against the wall.

Zhao Jianhui looked at him coldly: "As long as you have made these two blows, you will still be a thinner child." The guy was furious at Zhao Jianhui's sight, turned around, shook his hand and punched Zhao Jianhui again.

"You really don't know how to live or die?" Zhao Jianhui sneered and gave him a kick.

"You..." When he saw the cruel murderous look in Zhao Jianhui's eyes, his face was contorted with fear, he yelled, and twisted his waist to avoid Zhao Jianhui's feet.However, the next moment, Zhao Jianhui's knife had slashed hard on his neck.The Japanese devil seemed to have been hit by an axe, his yelling stopped abruptly, his tongue stuck out, he shook his hand covering his neck, and finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground!

His nose was flattened by the hard floor, and a shocking bloodstain flowed slowly.

"No...don't!...Forgive..." He used his bellows-like throat to utter vague and hoarse Japanese syllables, but Zhao Jianhui can only understand human language now, so how can he know what he is talking about?

"Go to hell!" Zhao Jianhui slammed his knee against the back of his spine, lifted his face with his right hand and smashed his chin fiercely. The long-lost sound of bone breaking sounded, and his face was pushed behind his body by Zhao Jianhui. After a couple of violent twitches, he softened, and a trace of dirty blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Jianhui looked around vigilantly, then picked up his pistol from the ground, shook it in his hand, smiled and said, "Very good, there are still eight bullets."

This is an m57c 1911mm automatic pistol with a silencer. This is a new pistol developed by Dongyang Country based on the American Colt m1a[-] pistol. Unexpectedly, the new standard pistol was brought to Hong Kong by these people.It seems that the background of these people is really not small.

This gun is by no means a shoddy and shoddy product. From the perspective of craftsmanship, it is definitely an authentic product with first-class performance. When the clip is removed, it is full of bright yellow bullets.

However, considering that this is not the mainland, but Hong Kong, which is known as the capital of the world, it is not surprising that someone carries such a destructive military firearm, and also has professional accessories such as a silencer.

It is not surprising that the underworld in Hong Kong have guns, but most of them are modified shotguns and local cannons. A few police guns and army guns are Soviet-style weapons smuggled from the former Soviet Union. It is definitely the case that new guns from the East can appear in Hong Kong. rare.

After reloading the magazine with a "snap", Zhao Jianhui moved quickly and quickly turned around the corner of the corridor, and an open small door could already be seen in front of him.Zhao Jianhui approached the door and looked outside, only to realize that this place was a corridor communicating with the adjacent building, and the light outside the door was already gloomy sunlight.

Zhao Jianhui leaned over quietly like a cat, but heard a few crisp gunshots from downstairs. Hiromi Ikeda, who had run out of sight just now, came out 30 meters away from Zhao Jianhui's eyes.Seeing Zhao Jianhui, Ikeda Hiromi's face immediately changed color.As soon as she raised her hand, she fired a shot at Zhao Jianhui without aiming at it.

The competition between masters sometimes depends entirely on feeling.A person who takes aim with a pistol is not considered a master at all.Based on his feeling, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help being taken aback. At a distance of 30 meters, the position where the woman shot was actually between his eyebrows.

Zhao Jianhui paused and shot Hiromi Ikeda's thigh.

The woman's painful moans came out intermittently, and Hiromi Ikeda's body fell, as if she had been hit by Zhao Jianhui.

"Zhao Jianhui, even if I become a ghost in my next life, I won't let you go..." Hiromi Ikeda climbed up the railing on the side of the corridor with hands and feet while talking...

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