Chapter 44 Chapter 44 The examiner killed the candidate

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When Amuro Toru was walking in the snow, he turned around and saw Mo Shiyu sitting on the cable car.

After he sat on it, he pulled his goggles up to the top of his head and looked down from above, probably looking for him.

Amuro Toru stretched out his hand and waved at him, and Mo Shiyu naturally looked towards him.

The sunlight was so dazzling that Mo Shiyu above him could see him clearly, but Amuro Toru below had to squint his eyes to see Mo Shiyu clearly.

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds. Toru Amuro watched Valentine's smoky gray hair flying in the wind, with the blue sky behind him.

A light laugh accompanied by the sound of wind came from the earphone in my left ear.

"What are you looking at me for? Do I look good on the test paper?"

Amuro Toru blinked and said half-seriously, "If I said I was thinking about the answer, would you believe me, teacher?"

"Hmm..." The person on the other end of the headset raised an eyebrow and continued with this humorous role-playing, "Since you are an excellent student, I will reluctantly believe your sophistry."

Amuro Toru couldn't help but laugh, even though he knew that Mo Shiyu probably couldn't see his smile.

He hid his eyes, turned around and walked towards his destination.

***

The method Valentine requested to kill the target was very tricky and the time was very tight, but it was not too difficult for Toru Amuro.

The target this time is a scumbag who deserves death a thousand times, so there is no need to hesitate to kill him.

The target was on the other side of the snow, a private ski area for VIPs. It was practically deserted. Amuro Toru crossed the dividing line and entered the ski area. This was the middle section of the snowy mountain, with wooden cabins built along the mountainside. Since it was nearing dinner time, a special food delivery vehicle was heading there.

Toru Amuro easily knocked out the food truck driver, changed into his work clothes, and drove the food truck to his destination.

After driving for about five or six minutes, Toru Amuro stopped in front of a wooden house.

Feeling that the surroundings were a little too quiet, Amuro Toru got out of the car, looked around first, then opened the trunk, pushed out the well-insulated dining cart inside, knocked on the door of the wooden house, and said in a gentle voice, "Guest, your ordered lunch has arrived."

No one answered from inside.

Toru Amuro frowned slightly. Five minutes ago, he could still hear sounds from the monitoring device he installed in the target's cabin. The target had just gotten up, ordered food, and was chatting and laughing ambiguously with his lover in bed. But now there was no sound at all.

He knocked on the door again, and a vague male voice came from inside, "Thank you for your hard work. Just leave it at the door."

Amuro Toru's pupils narrowed slightly, he paused for a moment, then whispered, "Yes. Please eat it as soon as possible."

There was no sound from inside. Amuro Toru stopped the dining table at the door, slowly pressed the receipt under the plate, and slowly fixed his eyes on the window on the side of the door.

There was a vague figure, sticking close to the window, staring at him intently.

Amuro Toru suddenly lowered his center of gravity, and the door panel was shattered with a loud bang. The flying wood chips slid across Amuro Toru's cheek, and a trace of scarlet ran down his cheek.

In a moment that was compressed to a state of stillness, Toru Amuro saw a tall, masked figure in the house, looking down from above, holding a long-barreled hunting rifle in both hands.

On the sofa to his left were two corpses with their eyes open. Amuro Toru recognized them as his target and his lover.

Without time to think deeply, Amuro Toru's eyes flashed and he immediately rolled to the side, avoiding another bullet aimed at his head.

He supported himself on the ground with both hands and kicked the dining cart over with one clean kick.

Amid the clanging sound of plates breaking, the masked man saw a figure suddenly slip into the wooden house.

The next second, the hand holding the shotgun was grabbed by Amuro Toru, and with a ruthless and vicious joint technique, he twisted the masked man's wrist 180 degrees, and the shotgun fell to the ground with a bang.

The masked figure covered his wrist and screamed in pain, but he still reacted very quickly, gritted his teeth and bent his knees, and kicked Amuro Toru's soft abdomen with a fierce knee kick. The huge impact force directly caused him to knock down the bookshelf behind him with a bang!

Toru Amuro buried himself completely in the books, the strong smell of blood rushed into his throat. He tried to get up with difficulty, blood gurgling from the corner of his mouth. He just barely raised his head, without even a groan, he immediately dodged the other party's kick.

A hole was kicked out in the mahogany bookcase behind him, which shows the effect of kicking with such force on the human body.

…

This man's skills are definitely not to be underestimated, and his muscles are very solid. It is impossible to beat him in a fight of strength, but his speed is not slow at all, leaving Amuro Toru no time to draw his weapon.

But the masked man had lost one hand and had lost the initiative.

Amuro Toru took advantage of the opportunity by crouching down and reacting very quickly. He went around the opponent's back, put one hand around the opponent's neck, and used the other hand as a lever to suddenly tighten the opponent's throat!

They fell to the ground together. The masked man's two exposed eyes were bloodshot and wide open. The suffocation caused by the lack of blood circulation in his neck made his eyes go black. His neck made a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound of bones being dislocated, but even if he hit it hard with his elbow, it was of no use.

A naked choke formed by a cross of both hands can be maintained for about five or six seconds, which is enough to make a person lose consciousness. If more force is applied, the cervical vertebra can even be broken directly.

Amuro Toru's gaze locked onto the masked face, a cold glint in his eyes—because of this person, his target had been killed prematurely, and the mission had been declared a failure. Valentine might not even give him a second chance...

"Who are you?" Amid the other party's struggle, Amuro Toru spoke in a low and intermittent voice.

"You killed someone, but didn't leave immediately. Instead, you hid behind the door and observed me. If you had the chance, you would also want to kill me, right? But, seeing that you failed to kill me instantly just now, it seems that you have been trying to get away. It seems that you don't want me to see your face?"

The masked man said nothing. Seeing that he couldn't break free, he suddenly pulled out a dagger that was flashing with cold light from his pocket, and stabbed it hard at Amuro Toru behind him. Amuro Toru had to release his hands that were holding his throat and dodge the attack.

However, as he tilted his head back, he reached out and pulled off the black mask on the other person's face, then rolled backwards like a cat to the ground.

The masked man, no longer covered, suddenly froze.

His breathing suddenly became tense, and he turned his back to Amuro Toru and was reluctant to turn around.

Seeing this scene, the blond, dark-skinned undercover agent raised the corners of his bloody lips and said, "Don't hide, Honda Riki."

…

The whole room suddenly fell into deathly silence.

The masked man didn't say anything. Amuro Toru closed his eyes and said coldly, "I broke your wrist, and you think you can still hide it? I can report it to Lord Valentine right now and ask him to call you over to see if you can still lift your hand!"

“…”

The masked man finally turned around slowly, revealing a cold and hateful face.

It is Honda Power.

He was strangled and couldn't make a sound. After a while, he said in a very hoarse voice, "I underestimated you."

"Yes, I want to kill you." Honda sneered, "But I just want a fair competition environment. Am I wrong?"

"In my opinion, the entire assessment was fair enough." Amuro Toru said.

"Stop giving me shit. You're the beneficiary, so of course you're saying that."

Honda gripped the dagger tightly, his eyes filled with resentment. "Look at the slut-like look Valentine had on that last time he lay on the recliner. He's taken a fancy to you, right? As long as you're here, the code name 'Bourbon' will only belong to you!"

"I thought killing you would be easy, but I didn't expect you to be quite capable and actually hurt me. But it doesn't matter. As long as I kill you here and destroy the evidence, everything will be in time."

After saying that, he attacked again, and this time his movements were completely unleashed, ruthless and swift, striving for a quick victory.

"Valentin is just a pretty vase, how foolish of you to suspect me!"

Toru Amuro also drew out his dagger, his eyes dark.

This guy is finished, he thought.

It's too easy to trick him into talking.

Didn't he ever think that, just in case, Toru Amuro had specifically requested to be connected to Valentine by radio throughout the mission long before?

In other words, Valentine could hear everything that happened here from beginning to end.

Honda Riki obviously didn't expect this at all. His dagger was blocked by Amuro Toru, and the two weapons collided with a "clang" sound, making a teeth-grinding sound of metal friction.

During the brief struggle, perhaps to vent his anger, Honda Riki's words became more and more explicit.

"Have you slept with him? Is he good in bed? Does he start shaking and crying when I touch him?"

He looked at Amuro Toru's extremely ugly face and said with a sneer and jealous tone, "Don't I mean, can a thin stick like yours satisfy him? Why can't he understand that he is so horny, and only I can make him cry and scream?"

"...If you like seeing me cry so much, why don't you dare to make me cry in person?"

Mo Shiyu's voice came from nowhere. His voice was easily recognizable, a light, hoarse voice with a hint of cold, metallic quality. But at this moment, he didn't smile at all, appearing gloomy and cold.

"Varied……"

Toru Amuro waved the other person away, nodded his earphones at him, and then took advantage of the moment when the other person was stunned to pull out a pistol and point it at him.

Honda Riki's expression changed completely.

Did Valentin hear that?

This cunning half-blood golden-haired bastard! He actually live-broadcasted the whole thing without telling him, and watched him speak ill of his boss. Asshole!

"Oh, I see." Mo Shiyu said gently, "It's because you are a coward who only dares to talk and has no ability."

A figure flashed by outside the window, and a hint of cruelty flashed in Honda Riki's eyes. He suddenly pulled out his gun and fired. The glass window was shattered. There was no one outside, only a broken mirror.

Oh no, it’s the reflection of the mirror, there’s someone behind me!

Honda Riki wanted to turn around, but the next second, a cold gun was pressed against the back of his head, and his movements suddenly froze.

"Given that candidate Honda Riki deliberately sabotaged the assessment of another candidate, Amuro Toru, and attempted to murder the examiner, there are sufficient grounds." Mo Shiyu's lips curled up with a smile, "I hereby request that he be executed on the spot."

The next second, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

Mo Shiyu was using the SA-28 shotgun that was thrown on the ground. The shotgun shell fired at close range blew Honda Li's skull to his shoulders. The headless body fell to the ground, blood and brain matter all over the ground, and also splashed all over Mo Shiyu behind him.

Blood-red blood flowed down his chin. Mo Shiyu lowered his calm eyes and said the last sentence slowly.

"I hope the organization will approve it."