My lover is this organization

It's a small protection for personal privacy, but that's all.

Vodka glanced over the white privacy strip and then quickly looked away.

He saw a man who looked like an executive or cadre with his head motionless on the keyboard on a desk with a computer screen still on it. A ballpoint pen was inserted from the back of his neck, piercing the entire back of his head. Blood and brain matter were splattered all over the table. Two crumpled napkins used to wipe hands were scattered on the ground at his feet.

Hiss—oh my god, it hurts so much just thinking about it!

Are you all psychopaths?

In comparison, my method is almost painless!

Vodka complained silently and crazily in his heart.

But he said, "Big sister, we can just charge in without even opening the gate... is that really okay?"

"no problem."

The silver-haired beauty answered quickly and decisively.

"Curaçao had already sent me a message before this. She had already shut down the surveillance room in this building. And with Chianti and Cohen covering for her, there was no chance of any accidents."

"Oh……"

Since the big sister said so, Vodka could only nod silently.

He also took out a pistol from his body and attached a silencer to it.

Stealth assassination?

No! Wushuang starts!

……

Top floor, office.

Qin Wuque placed the muzzle of his pistol against the back of Busujima Kiriko's head from behind his computer chair, tilted his head and leaned against the floor-to-ceiling glass window that reflected the bustling night view of Tokyo, as if he wasn't worried at all that the glass would suddenly shatter and he would fall down.

He really didn't need to worry, because the floor-to-ceiling windows were made of bulletproof material. They probably wouldn't be able to protect against anti-material sniper rifles, but they could easily withstand his weight.

The most important thing is that a gang leader like Busujima Kiriko dares to swagger open the curtains behind him in the middle of the night, which in itself explains a lot of problems.

"This should be the first time we meet, Miss Dudao?" Qin Wuque was not in a hurry to shoot the other party.

"…Who are you?" Busujima Kiriko deliberately spoke loudly to stay calm, trying to delay time.

"I am--"

Qin Wuque deliberately dragged out the tone and then changed the subject.

"Who do you care who I am?"

???

Busujima Kiriko was completely stunned by this question.

Although she does not always make righteous and radical remarks on TV shows like Yasuteru Domon, and rarely appears in public, there are many people who hate her and want to assassinate her because she always does dirty things.

Among them, there are some brave warriors who would suddenly rush forward with a knife in hand while walking on the street, shouting "I will avenge xxx today", and then be knocked down on the spot by her bodyguards with a few punches and kicks.

But at least they shouted out loud.

What's that? The gun is pointed at my head, and your attitude is like, "I won't say anything, hey, I'm just playing around."

What do you mean?

Fun people? Killing for fun?

Is it so fun for you to point a gun at my head?

There was a slight change in Busujima Kiriko's mentality.

But she dared not speak out: "What I mean is, if there is any conflict between us, we can sit down and discuss it instead of doing it this way. Now we live in a society ruled by law. What's more, this is an office building under the name of our Mud Society. If you dare to take action here, the other members of the Mud Society..."

"All dead." Qin Wuque said concisely.

"?"

"I mean, all your men are dead."

Qin Wuque repeated it again.

"Do you understand? If you do, you can give up your cleverness. Or you can use the line in your office to connect to the monitoring room to check the status of each camera in the building. I believe you will gain something..."

At this point he seemed to sense something and took out his cell phone to take a look.

"Oh, sorry, the monitoring room seems to have been shut down by my colleagues."

Upon hearing the news, Busujima Kiriko felt utterly disappointed.

She had to change her strategy and said, "What do you want? Money? Or something else? As long as it is within my ability, I will..."

boom!

The half-open office door was suddenly kicked open violently by someone from outside. The heavy wooden door collided with the wall, making a loud noise.

Busujima Kiriko was startled and looked up, she saw a silver-haired beauty in a black windbreaker striding in from the door, holding an M1911 in her hand, her face stern as if the god of death had arrived.

Following behind him were Vodka and Curacao who had successfully met up in front of the monitoring room, as well as a night demon who wished to remain anonymous.

"It's you?!"

Busujima Kiriko now understood everything.

This wave, this wave tried to ambush someone but ended up getting beaten up instead, and they were blocked and killed right at the doorstep of my hometown.

And judging from the way his opponent appeared and the strong murderous aura emanating from his body, Busujima Kiriko had to believe that she was probably going to be defeated this time.

At this moment, Qin Wuque, who had been standing behind, suddenly took back the pistol, turned it around between his fingers, and then stuffed the handle in front of Dudao Kiriko.

"Come on, I'll give you a chance now."

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Chapter 434 You are useless!

"Come on, I'll give you a chance now."

As the voice was uttered, the handle of a pistol appeared in Busujima Kiriko's field of vision, almost touching her eyebrow.

At this extremely close distance, she could almost feel the chill emanating from the metal gun handle through her eyelids and eyeballs.

"Take it." Qin Wuque appeared beside Dudao Tongzi with a calm tone.

On the other side, Vodka, who was also holding a pistol, held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, stood with his hands crossed and legs apart, and there was no expression on his overarching face under the black sunglasses, looking just like a bodyguard.

The silver-haired beauty put the pistol back to her waist, walked to the desk, and looked across the computer screen at Busujima Kiriko, who was still sitting in the computer chair and dared not move.

In fact, when she saw Qin Wuque handing the gun to Dudao Kiriko, she knew what this dog-head was going to do.

The two have been working together for such a long time, even if they don't have a special relationship, they should still have this little bit of tacit understanding.

So while she rolled her eyes helplessly in her heart, she still raised her chin cooperatively with an indifferent look on her face.

"Take it."

"..."

The corner of Busujima Kiriko's eye twitched slightly.

She knew very well that the group of people in front of her did not really intend to give her any so-called opportunity, they just simply did not want her to die well.

If she took it seriously at this moment and actively took the gun, her head would be pierced by a 9mm pistol bullet in the next second, and she would fall to the ground like a cold corpse.

She had to hold it in.

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Qin Wuque waited for about ten seconds, and seeing that Dudao Kiriko had no reaction at all and sat on the chair like a wooden man, he simply gave up and let his hand holding the gun barrel drop.

He leaned over and tilted his head to stare at Busujima Kiriko.

"What, not awesome anymore?"

"..."

"Hmm? I'm asking you a question. Why are you mute?"

"Aren't you very capable? Can't you get explosives? Aren't you going to blow up the Tokiwa Building and kill everyone there?"

"Do you have the strength to fight with me, Liu...Qin?"

Hearing this, Vodka, who was standing aside, turned his head silently, and his broad shoulders under his suit shook violently.

No, no, you can’t laugh. You can’t laugh…at least not out loud.

If you laugh out loud, you will be beaten to death by both of them.

John Wick, who had been standing far away since entering the office and did not intend to participate in the "confession session", raised his eyebrows subtly when he saw this, turned his back and pretended to look around.

"Hey, why don't you say something?" Seeing that Busujima Kiriko was still pretending to be dead, Qin Wuque urged her impatiently.

"You are very arrogant, aren't you? Your political enemy was assassinated, and you have no competitors. Not only did you get promoted, but you also became the boss of the gang. You are so proud of yourself, right? You get carried away without anyone to discourage you, right? You are starting to lose your rationality, huh?"

"Do you know who helped you kill Domon Yasuteru?"

Qin Wuque pointed at himself.

"I helped you kill him."

"Do you understand? If I can kill him, I can also kill you. Then do you know why I killed him but not you? Do you know? Hmm?"

"..."

For the first time ever, Busujima Kiriko shook her head slightly.

At this point, she no longer expected to get through this matter with dignity, and she would be lucky if she could keep her life.

Anyway, the Nican Society is completely finished. As long as she can survive, she would be willing to withdraw from the territorial dispute with the winery, or even resign from her post and pack up and leave Tokyo.

"Look, you have no idea. To be honest, I don't know either."

Qin Wuque's next words made Dudao Tongzi's heart tremble violently.

"Why don't I kill you?"

"As long as you die, the Tokiwa Building won't be bombed tonight, and I won't have to come all the way to your shabby office building to find you so late at night and can't go home to sleep."

"How come you are alive? How come you weren't killed?"

Qin Wuque seemed to be getting into the role. He tapped Dudao Tongzi's head twice with the butt of his pistol. After a feint, the familiar metal handle appeared in front of Dudao Tongzi again.

"I'll give you another chance."

As he spoke, he held the gun barrel upside down and put the muzzle against his forehead, then moved the handle of the gun in front of Busujima Kiriko.

The overly dangerous action made Curacao, who was concerned about her husband's safety, almost scream out. Just as she was about to step forward to dissuade him, a certain silver-haired beauty patted her shoulder calmly and gave her a suggestive look.

What it means is - don't panic, just watch.

Only then did Miss Dolphin calm down a little.

"It's simple, right?"

Qin Wuque pointed at the pistol above his head, made a shooting gesture, and imitated a "bang" sound with his mouth.

"Look, just pull the trigger lightly and my life will be yours. Isn't it easy?"

"..."

Busujima Kiriko continued to remain silent.

In order to survive, all she had to do was cooperate, but not unconditionally.

Just like when the other person asks a question, she can nod or shake her head, trying to appear as timid as possible.

But if she cooperated like that when others spoke in a sarcastic way, she would be doomed.

Just when Busujima Kiriko decided to drag her feet to the end in order to survive, Qin Wuque suddenly made a move.

He shoved the gun that was pointed at his head into Busujima Kiriko's hand, then pulled both the gun and her hand together and pressed them against his own forehead.