Chapter 708: The Tool Man is so Horrible, Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket ()
While cleaning up the bomb, Vodka keenly sensed a gaze that was scrutinizing him, and his presence was very strong.
He raised his head alertly, and then was surprised to find that the source of his gaze was not Wuzo in the car, but the newcomer in front of him who should have been cowering and waiting for the decision of fate.
Situ was not only not uneasy, he even looked quite comfortable. Moreover, his gaze at that moment was surprisingly similar to Uzo's: a little bit of curiosity, a little bit of speculation, and a lot of creepy expectations... Vodka's mind buzzed - this was really very similar to the expression Uzo had every time he looked at the "actors" he had chosen... This person, what does this person want to do? !
At the beginning, Vodka actually felt a little sympathy for this unlucky tool chosen by Uzo.
However, now, his mind is full of the saying that birds of a feather flock together, and perverts can only appreciate perverts: maybe Xitu, a guy with a rough life, doesn't mind being used as a tool at all, but enjoys it because he shares the same ideals as Wuzo.
By the way, it is said that perverted murderers often have a tragic past, and Xitu’s resume obviously meets the requirements - the family was wiped out at a young age, he was forced to smuggle, and he met a bandit leader with a bad temper and who loved to abuse his men... Especially the "accidental death" of the leader, it was simply a blood and tears experience growth package tailor-made for the young villain, and it came with a perverted transformation gift box... That's how it is played in the TV dramas starring idols!
Just as he thought of this, the man in black suddenly stretched out his hand towards him.
"!!!" Vodka quickly pulled out a gun, loaded it, and pointed the muzzle straight over.
Then he realized that Xitu had just handed him a black briefcase - the one containing the cash - for him to examine.
“…”
Vodka moved his hand that was on the trigger, feeling a little embarrassed.
But soon, he discovered with a tingling sensation that Xitu was not surprised by his sudden action of raising the gun. After a moment of shock, he calmed down again. Moreover, his mood became better, and even his expression softened unconsciously for a moment.
"..." Vodka felt his blood vessels throbbing: Who, who is this person? When facing a life-threatening situation, his first reaction was to be happy. Could this be the reason why he chose to follow Wuzo? That was true. Being next to Wuzo, he could indeed experience the excitement of "death is always with me", especially when he was targeted by Wuzo...
Sweat gradually broke out on Vodka's forehead, and he felt that he was no match for this perverted subordinate.
Fortunately, Brother Gin's car was not far behind him. If we think rationally, if there was any unusual movement from Situ, Brother Gin would definitely shoot this pervert down first.
Thinking of this, Vodka regained his courage. He pretended that he had not thought about anything just now, lowered the muzzle of the gun, and began to silently check the briefcase handed over by Xitu.
It seemed that they were taking too long and someone behind them was urging them to finish.
Uzo lowered the car window halfway and leaned on the window sill to watch the body search. He kindly comforted the very nervous Vodka: "Don't be nervous. He didn't bring any weapons except bombs. He only put a paring knife in his pocket to open the package. I don't even have any lethal weapons, so how could he have any?"
...Of course, it’s not quite accurate to say that I didn’t bring any.
After all, Jinpei Matsuda now has all his limbs intact—he still has hands.
Jiang Xia remembered that Jinpei Matsuda was a hereditary boxer. Toru Amuro, who copied boxing skills from Jinpei Matsuda, could knock on car windows as easily as knocking on tofu. By analogy, Matsuda himself should not be much worse.
Moreover, considering the number of Shikigami that Jiang Xia currently possesses, the puppets made with them as the basic materials are much stronger than simple human bodies... It's a pity that in order to stuff blood packs into the puppet's body today, the number of Shikigami invested is limited, and the current state of the puppet is much weaker than usual.
…
Apparently, in Vodka's eyes, "fists" are not considered weapons.
Although he was a little shaken, he still followed the procedure meticulously and checked Situ's weapons. It was just as Uzo said. So far, he had only found a paring knife, which looked like it had been put in there after paring something. Its size was not even considered a controlled knife.
While vodka was hard at checking.
In the black car in the distance, Jiang Xia looked at the ghosts gathered on Vodka with satisfaction from a distance.
Now it seems that the experience I gained when I encountered vodka last time when I was out was indeed useful.
——Vodka was somewhat cowardly when facing those cadres in the organization who could not be killed.
But when facing other people, he behaves like an organizational cadre should, especially when his life is threatened, he will instinctively fight back to survive.
During the body search of Matsuda, no one knew what was going through Vodka's mind, but he suddenly emitted several trembling murderous auras.
Miss Spider sat on the brim of Vodka's hat, with a mist of joy on her usually cold face, like an iceberg girl who was excited but shy when she saw her lover, but the sharp spider legs behind her danced like a ruthless killer. Every time the murderous aura of vanilla ice cream on Vodka's body poked its head out, those sharpened steel chisel-like spider legs would whiz past and harvest the murderous aura, preventing them from sneaking away after Vodka came to his senses.
Then she would pass the murderous aura hanging on the spider's legs to the little white guy or mermaid who was staring at her eagerly, while she herself was wearing a strand of murderous aura, looking like a busy harvest scene.
In fact, Vodka's current murderous aura is still much less than that of people like Vermouth and Gin.
But things are valuable because they are rare, and the ghosts had no complaints about this. While Miss Spider was cutting off the murderous aura, she did not forget to applaud Jinpei Matsuda who was driving the puppet, and expressed the hope that this very competitive ghost would keep up the good work and squeeze out more murderous aura.
Jinpei Matsuda nodded slightly, with no expression on his face, but he felt a little confused in his heart.
...It seemed like it hadn't done anything yet, but when it saw Vodka's murderous aura for the first time, it couldn't help but show a little bit of positive emotion. After that, Vodka's murderous aura began to emerge one after another like the mole in the whack-a-mole game.
I have to say, although it is not easy to harvest the murderous aura that appears and disappears so quickly, it is still quite interesting.
Matsuda Jinpei was silently being searched while watching Miss Spider having fun. He felt a little itchy. He also wanted to try his reaction to see if he could catch the murderous aura that was about to dissipate just after it came out... Unfortunately, he had other work to do now.
(End of this chapter)
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