Personal security

Chapter 64: The joy of meeting again after a long absence

Zhao Jianhui looked around cautiously, but there was no one there.

Oh, it's not that there's no one around. Kimura behind the pillar is still busy.

Zhao Jianhui quickly took off Song Dao's clothes and exchanged them with his own, then handcuffed him to a chair as usual and turned the chair upside down. Then he put on Matsushima's sunglasses and picked up Matsushima's pistol.

This is an M92 nine-millimeter automatic pistol with a silencer. The birthplace of this gun should be country M.

It is hard to imagine that in a place with such strict gun control like mainland China, someone could openly carry such a lethal military firearm with them, and even carry a professional accessory such as a silencer.

From the feel just now, I know that this gun is definitely not a shoddy and shoddy product. From the workmanship point of view, it is definitely a genuine product with first-class performance. After removing the magazine, it is filled with yellow bullets.

Zhao Jianhui's experience lets him know that even the intelligence agencies of some countries may not have a way to bring guns into the country. It seems that these people in the Sakura Group are not ordinary capable.

It’s not surprising that mainland gangsters have guns, but most of them are modified shotguns and cannons. Individual police guns and military guns are manufactured in underground workshops in border areas such as southern Xinjiang and western Xinjiang. That kind of crap has many faults, often misfires and jams, and has extremely poor accuracy, but even for such a thing, this is already rare. This kind of foreign-style pistol with powerful firepower is impossible to appear in the hands of ordinary people, let alone with a silencer.

Anyone with a silencer is usually a professional killer.

Just now, Zhao Jianhui was a little confused about Kikukawa Nami telling her that she belonged to the Sakura Group of Toyo Kingdom so easily, but now he couldn't help but believe it.

Zhao Jianhui held the pistol, and a long-lost sense of fulfillment gradually arose in his heart. He hadn't held a gun for a long time since he came to Beijing this time, and he felt like he was reunited with an old friend after a long separation.

No matter what the hell, since you have offended yourself, there is nothing to say. The only outcome is to kill you... Zhao Jianhui quickly approached the square pillar and looked behind him. I found a small single bed behind the pillars.

Zhao Jianhui's face appeared in front of her with a smile, and the woman's half-squinted eyes suddenly widened. "Ah..." Before she could even scream, Zhao Jianhui stabbed her neck with his hand. Seeing the woman closing her eyes unwillingly, Zhao Jianhui sneered: "Asshole, you can do anyone's business." He had already recognized that this woman was the two people he saw outside the door on the 35th floor in the morning. One of the women.

Turning around as lightly as a civet cat, Zhao Jianhui walked out of the door in a swagger, only to realize that there was actually a long corridor outside. There is a small door at the end of the corridor, and a dazzling light shines through the door.

Zhao Jianhui walked out along the small door, and then he realized that the basement where he was just now was, and the corridor on the thirty-fifth floor was clearly in front of him. However, in the morning, he and Pigeon came out of the elevator on the east side, but now, he was standing in the stairwell on the west side.

Looking forward, the large wooden door guarded by Kimura and Matsushima was just a dozen steps in front of him.

The elevator opposite happened to open, and two middle-aged men wearing glasses, who looked more than fifty years old, walked out of the elevator, talking in a low voice, and walked in the direction of Zhao Jianhui.

These two people should also go to the club for entertainment, right? Zhao Jianhui looked at the clothes he was wearing and walked forward slowly. When the two people approached the gate, Zhao Jianhui also came in front of them. The two men smiled at Zhao Jianhui, and one of them said to Zhao Jianhui in Japanese: "Good evening."

Zhao Jianhui responded with a reserved nod. The wooden door was opened from the inside, and the woman's sweet laughter came clearly from inside.

Zhao Jianhui followed the two men and walked in. The two men guarding the door actually bent down and bowed to Zhao Jianhui. ***, the effect of this body skin is very effective.

This is a large hall, three or four times larger than the hall in my own villa, probably around 600 square meters.

Near the door is the bar, with a long red lacquered low cabinet filled with a variety of drinks. Inside the counter, four or five beautiful girls wearing white uniform miniskirts, bare pink thighs, and white cotton stockings on their feet were kneeling there, constantly saying to the customers: "Welcome."

There are dozens of sofas and coffee tables in the hall, and there are already many men and women sitting inside. Some toast to each other, some chat and laugh in low voices, and some can't wait to hug each other. The women's charming smiles and the men's The sound couldn't help but sound. On the four walls of the hall, huge LCD monitors were playing some unknown clips, mostly of beautiful superstars posing.

But the air in the hall is not dull at all, and there is no deafening noise when the various sounds are intertwined. It can be seen that the walls must have been processed with technology.

Except for the wall when you enter, there are several small doors on almost all the walls. Outside each small door, there are two beautiful girls standing in the same outfit as in front of the bar. The two who came in just now The men wearing glasses did not stay in the hall, but walked into a small door one after another.

Is there another world inside the door? Otherwise, before these two people went in, Zhao Jianhui had already seen a man and a woman hugging each other and walked in. It can't be that a man and a woman do that kind of thing and allow other guests to visit, right?

Zhao Jianhui walked around slowly inside, passing back and forth in front of each door two or three times. There was no sound inside each door.

Finally, when Zhao Jianhui was around a small door, the door was opened from the inside. Zhao Jianhui looked inside through the crack of the door and saw that there was still a corridor inside. On one side of the corridor was a golden wall, and on the other side were more than a dozen doors. The red carpet on the corridor extended to a distance of fifty or sixty meters. Facing the corridor was also a red wooden door with an open door.

Damn, what kind of place is this? It's so mysterious?

When a fat man came out with a bulging belly, Zhao Jianhui walked in with the girl bowing and greeting. Intuitively, he felt that there was something going on inside the big wooden door facing the corridor. So, Zhao Jianhui didn't stop to observe what was inside the row of wooden doors on the left, and walked straight to the wooden door at the end.

He stretched out his hand and pushed it gently, and the door unexpectedly opened with his hand. High-end places have unexpected benefits. There was almost no sound when the wooden door was pushed open.

The light was on in the room, but there was no one. It looked like the lobby of a high-end suite, and there were several small doors that had been opened.

Zhao Jianhui cursed in his heart, saying that he really didn't know how to live. Why did he install so many doors in a house? Zhao Jianhui walked around inside and found nothing, as if this was an empty house.

Isn't it a waste to leave such a high-end room idle here?

When Zhao Jianhui was wondering, he suddenly heard a noise. However, what surprised Zhao Jianhui was that the sound seemed to come from the wall.

This is really strange. Is there something strange on the wall? Zhao Jianhui looked along the wall where the sound came from, and suddenly laughed.

There was a secret door on the wall near the flower tray rack. If it weren't for an expert like Zhao Jianhui, it would be difficult to find. Zhao Jianhui put his ear against it and listened. There was a woman's whimpering inside, followed by two loud crackling sounds.

It was said to be loud, but in fact, if Zhao Jianhui hadn't put his ear close to the wall, the sound would have been inaudible. Zhao Jianhui stretched out his hand and pushed it, but the wall didn't move at all. Zhao Jianhui smiled and reached out to take a thin steel wire from his collar. When he was knocked unconscious just now, the watch on his wrist and the things in his pocket were taken away by the other party. Only a few small parts hidden on his body and in his clothes were not discovered by the other party.