The next second he put his hand on Ogata's shoulder.

The anger on Vodka's body was like being caught in a vortex of swallowing and spitting, and was quickly pulled away by a terrible suction force.

"Let go" Vodka was weak and weak, staring at Okata with wide eyes and said in a speechless manner.

His originally cold face turned pale, his whole arm trembled, and his other hand seemed to have lost the strength to grab the gun. His body kept trembling, shaking like a sieve. With the phenomenon that was within reach of the naked eye, wisps of black power poured into Okata's body like smoke.

The map of the Nether Ding Gangqi is opened, and he wants to empty the hostility of vodka.

Even the God of Death of Ogata of the level of sulfur can suck it completely, let alone a human being.

After the last ray of black power disappeared, the illusion that vodka had originally gave people was fascinating. His face became increasingly ugly, and he sat on the ground depressedly, his body trembling.

When a murderer who does not blink is removed from all his anger, he will not die, but will be weak and weak in a short period of time and fall into a negative state of decline in physical functions.

Okara relieved the threat from vodka to himself, sucked away some impure anger, and was trying to digest it. After all, human anger is very mottled, not like a ghost, and it trains extremely clean energy after death.

Gin held the gun tightly, her hair shaking in her eyes, and her eyes flashed coldly. Seeing the vodka like this, she raised her mind and said to Okata: "What did you do to him?"

Humans are full of fear of unknown things and things that cannot be solved with guns are a desperate situation for people like Gin.

Okabata said lightly: "Just teach your subordinates a lesson."

"It's still the transaction just now. I want you to contact the leader of the organization and let him talk to me, otherwise it would be not just vodka, but you." After Okabata finished speaking, he returned to Gin as if he had a substantial look.

Under the control of Xinmin, Okata manipulated the scalpel. The sharp tip of the knife fell little by little on Gin's skin. It seemed that as long as he dared to lean back, the flesh would be cut open by the sharp edge.

Gin felt the chilly texture on her skin at the first time, and her pupils in her eyes shrank slightly, looking at Okata opposite her and vodka who had lost his ability to move.

This threat and oppression of death made Gin feel very uncomfortable. Because he always looked at his weak opponent, struggling and begging for mercy in front of him. But he never thought that he would be so cowardly today.

He gritted his teeth, only blamed himself for being too careless and underestimated the ability of this forensic doctor.

The man who was against the organization in front of him was definitely not a small character. He regretted not reporting his information and the fact that he saved Shiho Miyao Miyao during this operation.

Many thoughts flowed through Gin's heart, and his eyes were flashing.

If you don't die this time, you must find a way to get rid of him, otherwise it will be the biggest disaster.

"Okay, I promise you." Gin's eyebrows slightly raised.

His voice echoed in the open parking lot, and it reached Yu Fang's ears with great texture.

oh?

After receiving Gin's reply, Yu Fang's expression did not change at all. While thinking, he was thinking about it.

This guy would never compromise so easily.

Because his mind is not as simple as one or two levels higher than ordinary people.

The reason why I meet my requirements so quickly is definitely that I have other plans and minimize my vigilance and defense as much as possible.

Okao picked up the pistol that Vodka had thrown on the ground, and while being alert to the gin, he also noticed what trouble this guy who had almost lost his mobility would cause.

But it's fine.

Vodka's face looked ugly at this moment. She sat on the ground and felt like she had lost her soul. She didn't have the strength to raise her arms. It took more than ten minutes to slowly adapt to her current state. And Oka picked up his gun because she was worried that he would threaten him again afterwards.

Staring at Ginju, Okabaya said casually: "Then put down your gun and follow what you said, go and execute it."

No matter what intention this man is, as long as his life is in his own hands, he will take the initiative.

Gin hesitated and slowly lowered her gun.

He took out his cell phone, his fingertips fell on the keyboard, and called the phone number

"Okabata, this guy's phone call is one-one-zero."

The voice of Zuo Wei is conveyed between Okaga's mind.

Because the scalpel is behind Gin, the three-digit number exposed on the mobile phone display was immediately captured.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

The 110 number dialed by Gin is used to call the police like China.

As a member of the Black Organization, he actually tried to use the police to deal with him.

After thinking about it, Okabaya thought about some possibility.

Could it be said

Gin took the risk to call the police because someone in the police system has reached some kind of connection with the Black-clad organization?

He could kill people without fear, but the police did not suspect this guy. There was no wanted order for him, even if it was cleaned up or the aftermath was perfected, it would be impossible to do these things.

Obviously, it is not impossible for the Black-clothed organization to penetrate into the police.

"Hey? Here is"

Gin just started talking, a silver-white light made a sound, and then the cold knife light flashed in his sight in an instant. Then he felt a biting pain in his palm, which made him open his mouth wide and couldn't help but bare his teeth.

He widened his eyes, stared at his palm with a vicious look, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead in pain.

Even if he is a gin, even if he is a fierce person who kills people like a game version, he cannot face the current situation.

A white scalpel, like a nail, penetrated directly into his palm when it was shot out.

The blood was opened, a neat gap.

Blood flowed, along the tip of the knife and along the edge of the blade, drop by drop of red spreading, falling quietly to the ground

"You!" Gin Jiu's face was so painful that she looked ferocious, her face was pale, and she was so terrifying that she was like a ghost, and she shouted in a cold voice.

His hand stopped in the air and trembled, and the scalpel was not pulled out for a moment. His pain was like a bug biting on the flesh. He felt the blood and flesh rub against the blade, and the pain continued to be sharp.

My phone just fell to the ground because of the severe pain.

"This hand, you can't hold a gun anymore. I think it's fair, because you've killed a lot of people with it!"

As Okata said, his mind conveyed a thought to Sae.

The next moment, Gin's eyes seemed to be protruding, their eyes widened and covered with blood. They screamed in pain, and watched the scalpel swing back and forth with their own eyes, opening up a larger wound.

The torn blood vessels and the uneven minced meat.

The red liquid splattered, and Gin was sweating coldly, quickly pulling out the scalpel.

In pain and anger, he threw the scalpel hard

The scalpel changed the parabola in the air, turned into a fluent white light, and flew back to its original position, behind Gin's neck.

"Brother!" Vodka, who had come to his senses and slowly stood up, changed his face. Looking at the painful gin, he couldn't imagine the scene in front of him.

Gin was very calm. He quickly tore off a piece of fabric from his clothes with his mouth and his other hand, and then simply wrapped it on the palm of his bloody hand.

But soon, Yin Hong took the fabric with bloody wounds.

"Kill me!"

Ginji looked at Okata, sweat on her forehead slid down the bridge of her nose, and there was anger and coldness in her eyes.

"You bandaged the wound and obviously want to survive."

Okata replied.

"I won't say anything related to the organization." Gin sneered unrestrainedly, as if she was fooling the man opposite her.

"What about him?"

Okara looked at the weak vodka beside him.

Gin looked at vodka, her eyes pierced the air: "Either will he."

Vodka nodded quickly.

"Do you want to be the same as gin?"

Okata turned his head and looked at the vodka, which had no momentum or threat, and picked up the gun that originally belonged to him in his hand.

Vodka's face changed, and his expression was a little stiff.

“Vodka!”

Gin gritted her teeth, and her voice became colder.

"Tell me, what you know"

Okara must dig out useful information from the two of them, otherwise he felt that it would take a lot of energy to destroy the Black-clothed organization, and he didn't know that it would take the year of the monkey and horse months to do so.

"Bang!" The gunshot sounded.

Oka's shooting skills were very bad and he wanted to shock the other party, so he fired casually. Unexpectedly, he almost hit the vodka and the bullet passed through his hat.

Vodka was startled and gasped.

"I"

Vodka swallowed and spitted in his throat. Vodka looked at Okata, losing the cover of his sunglasses, his eyes showed panic and his lips slightly opened.

He is afraid of death.

Not many killers who have a habit of killing are dead soldiers who have seen through life and death.

This is a realistic comparison mentioned by a professor in the psychological insights that Okara has read.

“Speak it out.”

Okara stares at the vodka.

Gin still had to speak, and the scalpel stabbed the skin of his neck, and the tip of the knife penetrated into the flesh.

"In half a month, in the United States, we will have a party in HOTEL and CECIL, and then the members of the organization will be."

Vodka hasn't finished speaking.

"Bang!" Ginju actually risked her life, raised her pistol, pointed it at her companion, and fired several shots in a row, while the other bullets came towards Okata.

A flash of lightning, a brief blink!

A lot of things have happened. (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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