"Don't do this...we can discuss it." The woman endured the pain, clasped her palms, and gritted her teeth.

Her black dress had a slender hole, and the wound on her back was not bleeding. The flesh was neatly torn by the sharp peel of the scalpel. The slender blade looked like scarlet blood lines, spilling drops of blood.

Okara stood behind her with a scalpel stained with blood, always staying alert, looking at the woman in front of her with a calm state and mind.

Because his intuition told him that this woman seemed to be more difficult than the guy named Cohen. He was definitely not an ordinary person who could join the Black Organization, but a terrorist who had experienced countless life and death tests and had become a spirit.

"Answer my question just now! I don't have the patience to torture you. If the answer is wrong, at most I will give you a few more stabs and I will completely stab you to death." Okata's voice clearly reached the woman's ears, and his scalpel was pressed against her skin, which could pierce at any time.

There is no mercy on the scent of the beauty, because now Ogata just wants to get more things about the black-clothed organization, it doesn’t matter whether he holds a hostage or a woman.

"The place of the party is on the side of this floor, the room at the end of the corridor, the room number is 1726." Her eyes blinked, trying to look at the face of the man who threatened her behind her, but she never saw the edges of the iceberg.

After hearing her words, Okabaya made a simple judgment in his heart, and then asked, "What's your name?"

"Haha, we have been communicating for so long. Have you finally remembered and asked about my lady's name?" The woman endured the pain. The corners of her eyes touched the butterfly pattern. She held her smile and held her smile.

Okabaya ignored her. Instead, she sank the scalpel in her hand and cut the woman's skin directly. Blood penetrated out of the cortex and fell on the silver-white knife, which was very dazzling.

hateful!

"You bastard, can't you really make a joke?"

The woman widened her eyes fiercely, and her strong murderous intent covered her eyes, and she was gritting her teeth. She seemed to see the bloodshots of her lips being bitten.

Okabaya replied coldly: "Don't waste time, I don't like to joke."

"My name is Chianti!" she said in a furious manner.

"It's another name for wine. Is this your code name in the Black Organization?" Okabaya asked suspiciously.

Of course Okata had heard of Chianti, but in his previous impression, it was a red wine produced in Italy. However, this woman should not have lie. Thinking of gin, vodka, and Cohen, they are indeed all wine names.

Chianti's next words also confirmed Okata's speculation.

"Don't think I'm joking. The code name of every member in the organization is given by the name of wine."

Okara looked at her back and suddenly asked, "What are you doing when you are looking for Cohen?"

"To be serious?" Chianti asked, and then quickly replied, "make, love!"

"What?" Okay was stunned. He thought he had heard it wrong.

"I think your English shouldn't be that bad!" Chianti's eyes flashed, she laughed, and repeated: "I'm looking for Cohen, makelove. He made an appointment with me to arrive at this hotel a day in advance. That guy should be very hungry and said on the phone that he missed me very much. I haven't done it for a long time, and I also feel that I should relax. Since Cohen's bastard is dead, what's better than you and me?"

Of course Okabaya knew the meaning of this English phrase, but he was not used to this woman's naked words and said the extremely sexual things without any concealment, as if she was as relaxed as eating and sleeping.

And the tentative inquiry that followed her was directly ignored by him.

This kind of woman cannot be said to be open, but it is disgusting.

"My breasts are big, which can make you feel very comfortable..." Chianti wanted to continue, because she saw that Okara had no reaction just now, thinking that the man standing behind her had become lustful, so she continued to say charmingly.

Scream!

Okara's knife stabbed him back into the wound just now.

"Ah!" Chianti exclaimed in pain, kneeling on the ground, her face covered in cold sweat.

At the same time, she took this opportunity to quickly pick up the Browning pistol, and her eyes burst out with a strong murderous intent in the blood of pain: "Bitch, die for me!"

The sound fell, and Chianti turned around quickly and shot continuously.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The bullets slashed through the flames, and Ogata quickly moved his body to dodge.

This guy was so fast! Chianti looked at her incredible, and the fast figure that almost made the gun in her hand unable to aim at the shooting. This was not like a human, nor was it like the human targets that easily locked in specific positions.

Seeing a bullet shooting towards him, Okata was trapped between the corners of the wall and could not avoid it. The scalpel in his right hand flashed rapidly in the air!

bite.

The bullet hit the blade, and the force of the collision made the tiger's mouth numb, and he almost couldn't hold it. But Okabaya felt relieved when he saw the bullet falling to the ground.

I used a knife to split the bullet and said something that was undescriptive, but just now, it happened!

This man, much younger than he thought, was more terrifying than those vicious killers, because he was beyond Chianti's understanding.

Chianti stared at Okata who was walking over. Browning's magazine had run out of it...

"I'm joking, I want you to die." Okao walked towards her and lowered his voice coldly. In the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be a flood of beasts, which surgingly swallowed Chianti's weak gaze to resist.

Chianti shook her head quickly and explained desperately, terrified: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be honest... I have anything else to ask, I will answer it well."

She is really scared now!

As a member of an organization who has experienced countless life and death, she feels that she has no chance of winning and no chance of winning this man.

If it weren't for that bastard Cohen, she wouldn't have run to such a bullshit place to die!

Chianti's head is very confused now. Looking at Okata, whose face is getting colder, she continued to plead: "Let me go, I am different from Cohen, and I still have value in use. I can help you deal with the organization. I still have a lot of information, believe me!"

"If you kill me, Poss won't let you leave here alive. He will definitely find out that you killed Cohen and me. If you want to escape unstoppable, it's best for me to help you get out of here."

"Please!"

The blood behind Chianti spread her dress bit by bit. Her face turned pale, and her eyes with eyes that were drawn with eyeshadow seemed particularly weak and empty.

Okara looked at her, the woman's horrified expression was imprinted in his eyes.

The picture seems to be frozen!

Pointing at her forehead and eyebrows, Okara suddenly fucked the scalpel and stabbed his right hand suddenly!

puff......

Blood splashed and brain matter flowed!

A large piece of blood suddenly appeared, and Chianti stared at Okata.

It seemed as if she was about to remember the face of this man when she was dying.

Okata chose to close his eyes, but he didn't know what kind of person he had become. He struggled, felt relieved, and was a little numb.

He only knew that he followed his own ideas.

He chose a way he gradually adapted and got used to to solve difficulties and problems.

“The fourth one!”

Gin, vodka, Cohen, Chianti!

Four members of the black-clothed organization died at Okata's hands.

If this matter was really known by the 'Poss' she said before her death, then Ogata knew very well... He himself and his family would be swallowed up by the dark world.

So no matter what, we must end this sign before bad things come.

Okara walked to Chianti's body, flipped through her clothes, and confiscated what was related to the clues of the Black-clothed organization.

When he found two colorful packaging from the ritual clothes of the woman on her upper body, he took a look.

It's a condom!

Only then did Okabaya realize that Chianti was not lying. She seemed to be looking for Cohen to do that kind of thing.

In addition, there is also a mobile phone.

The phone and Cohen are the same.

The functions and interfaces inside are very simple, and the address book and message are completely empty.

However, in the album, Okata saw many photos.

Most of them seem to be strange faces sent to her by someone else.

These people include elites in suits and ties, professional athletes in baseball uniforms, and glamorous stars... They should be all the targets that Chianti received from the organization's mission to assassinate.

And when Okata turned to the last one, his face became ugly!

"This is?"

He held the phone tightly, his lips tightly closed, and his eyes looked at the photo, Okara's face was gloomy.

In the photo, it is his mother.

It should be one of the targets of Chianti's assassination!

......

Okara used tape and plastic film to seal Chianti's body in the same way.

The second time I did this kind of thing, I was familiar with it and saved a lot of time.

As if he realized something, Okao took out two talismans from his bag.

He bit his fingertips and outlined something that he couldn't understand.

After the blood was dried, he used two spells to stick them on the two corpses!

This is to prevent them from forming the so-called "evil spirit" like gin wine after the anger is formed! And these two talismans have the input of the qi from Xu Fang, which can continuously dissolve the process of the agglomeration of these anger.

You can't be careless this time.

You should know that the kind of opponents of Gin is hard to deal with. What's more, there are two more?

Okara hid the two tightly wrapped bodies back into the closet. As for the bloody blankets on the floor, he directly burned them to ashes with a lighter and washed them away with a sewer.

After carefully confirming that there was no one in the corridor, O had just walked out.

He chewed chewing gum and took the elevator that had obviously killed people before, and returned to the 16th floor where he had originally booked the room.

There was no emergency this time, and I didn’t meet any guy wearing black clothes along the way. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!

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