Chapter 43

"Why, you don't understand?" Gin sneered, ignoring the opponent's knife against his neck, and tapped the man's cheek with the back of his gun. "Are you still scared?"

The insulting action made Yu Gu Miao turn his head away uncomfortably. The opponent's dark green eyes flashed coldly like a wolf, and he really felt like he was being stared at by a hungry beast.

The radar in his heart roared chaotically, telling him to run, but his body was trapped between the man on the wall, and the unrestrained hand slashed at the back of the man's hand that was pinching him with the knife.

Seeing the blade approaching his skin, Gin did not dodge at all, knowing that his dagger was sharp, and if he was ruthless, he could cut off the opponent's hand. Yu Gu Miao frowned, but hesitated. When it was about to fall, he changed his route and slashed across the back of Gin's hand. Although the blade was deep, it did not hurt any bones.

The man's dark green eyes darkened. I don't know what he remembered because of this action. The air pressure around him was even lower. The pain of cutting the back of his hand did not make his hand tremble. He still held it tightly, squeezing the opponent's wrist until he felt that it was almost crushed.

Gin did so.

He suddenly turned his hand to the side. His wrist, which looked pale and slender compared to the man's palm, made a terrifying muffled sound as he moved. His hand, which had been tightly clenched into a fist after being grabbed, softened instantly.

Yu Gu Miao gritted his teeth and suppressed all the screams of pain in his throat. A fierce look flashed across his face. He turned out with his other hand and used all his strength. Even though the man dodged in time, the blade left a bloody mark on the side of his face. It was exactly opposite to the one on his face made by the broken glass, and even the height was exactly the same.

However, the wound on Gin's face was deeper. The blood flowed down his cheeks, gathered at the jawline, and dripped onto Yu Gu Miao's white gloves, spreading a large area of ​​red water.

The man who was cut by the sharp blade laughed out loud, and the broken wrist was casually thrown away.

Gin laughed so hard that Yu Gu Miao's scalp numbed, and the radar became louder and louder. He almost felt that his hair was about to explode.

The pressure from the man in blood and bones froze him in place for a moment, and he immediately wanted to dodge and fight, bringing the battle back to the mode he was good at.

Now he lost a hand, and was hit in the thigh by the hand/gun in the fight, and was completely at a disadvantage.

However, he did not get any advantage from the opponent. Even so, he still suffered a lot of knife wounds. Knowing that he was bound to lose this time, he became bold and relieved, and cut the same scar on Gin's thigh as his own, just like he cut the man's face before.

The stronger the smell of blood, the more excited Gin became. When he finally caught him, he had a smile on his face after a fierce battle. He grabbed his knife-holding hand and moved it up inch by inch. When he grabbed the finger, he suddenly exerted force to break it back. The dagger slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground. It made several

consecutive noises before he calmed down. "Why don't you use the poisoned one?" Gin said hoarsely. Even after breaking his index finger, he didn't let go. He pulled off the bloodstained glove and grabbed it back. The broken finger was already in severe pain, and it was squeezed hard in the palm of his hand. Yu Gu Miao couldn't control his expression in pain. His eyebrows were locked together and his teeth were clattering.

The other hand, which was full of gunfire, reached down along the cuffs and touched the black strap fixed on the arm. Gin quickly pulled the strap open and took out the dagger sealed in a special prop bag.

The color of this dagger is very different from the other two daggers of that person. Not only is the shape smaller, but the shape is also different. The blade is slightly curved and there is no blood-draining groove design. The color is also black, which is completely opposite to the other two.

After Gin took the dagger in his hand and played with it for a while, he put the blade against Yu Gu Miao's neck. The blade was very cold. He subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but he didn't dare to move.

What a lunatic. The organization also said that I was moody, but this guy is really moody.

Yu Gu Miao was complaining in his heart. Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, the man tightened his grip in dissatisfaction, and only spoke when he saw that the other party's throat was in pain and couldn't help but let out a gasp, "Speak to me. If you used this knife, the situation would not be like this now." "

What good would it do me to kill you?" Yu Gu Miao grinned. The organization took him to the laboratory every now and then and injected him with things that not only enhanced his senses, but also magnified his pain, as if to replenish the part that Fei Niao Wu lost. Broken fingers were originally the punishment for undercover agents in the organization. The pain was magnified twice, and he even had some black eyes.

He was completely caught in a jar. I was originally trained by the organization to specialize in assassination. That batch was required to use poisoned knives, which are more flexible than sniper rifles. If you want to hide in any dark place, you can't hide with muscles like Gin.

All of Cointreau's training was arranged by the organization. He is thin in neck, wrist, waist and legs. His tendons are very flexible after being broken and healed inch by inch. He can almost hide in a small suitcase, and he can also hang upside down on a beam all night waiting for the opportunity to assassinate. However, he is still weaker in frontal hard steel.

Although he looks slender, he is actually full of extremely explosive thin muscles, but compared with Gin, it is indeed not good enough.

If he had let go of his hands and feet and fought with others, he would have been on par with Gin. However, because of his momentary weakness, his wrist was easily broken by the opponent.

He shouldn't have been soft-hearted to this guy.

Gin's eyebrows were lowered even lower, not satisfied with Yu Gu Miao's answer, "You could have cut off my hand."

"Really?" He smiled when he heard it, "My knife may be too evil...ah——"

There was another crisp sound of bones. Yu Gu Miao didn't expect that he would suddenly attack while he was talking, and the end of his words was replaced by a broken moan with a changed tone. He bit his lips hard to hold back the rest of the sound in his throat.

"I don't like to hear nonsense."

Gin used his arm to twist his wrist behind his back, and then pressed him chest down on the sofa. He bent his knees and supported his waist, suppressing all the struggles of the other party.

He stretched out his other hand to pinch Yu Gu Miao's chin and twist his face. This posture was not easy to move. The latter even thought that his neck would be broken. The man looked down at the half of his face that was forced to turn around, and looked at the completely exposed cold gray eyes, as if looking for something deep in the eyes.

The bottom of the eyes was indeed cold, but if you look closely, and explore a little bit, it is still soft and tender inside.

Seeing Yu Gu Miao frowning and closing his eyes, Gin let out a light "tsk" and let go of the hand that was pinching his chin. He turned to pry open his eyes. His movements were not gentle. The eyes were sensitive to begin with, and being roughly stimulated by the thick fingers, he couldn't help but shed tears physiologically.

The tears slid down the corners of his eyes, and changed direction slightly when flowing over the wings of his nose, gathering into a small pool on the side of the bridge of his nose, about to fall.

The eyes covered with mist actually became brighter. Gin was annoyed by this, and sneered and wiped it away casually. Even the blood from the wound on the side of his face was smeared on his face, leaving a few messy bloodstains.

"What a wolf."

The man looked at it carefully for a moment and commented briefly.

Yu Gu Miao almost gritted his teeth when he heard this, because his neck was twisted forcibly, and even his voice was a little choked, "What, are you going to kill me now?"

After saying that, he turned his head to avoid the man's hand that was stretched out again, and simply turned his head back to face the sofa, out of sight and out of mind.

"Turn around."

Gin did not answer his question, but just threatened like this. Seeing that the man on the sofa did not react, he sneered and simply pressed Yu Gu Miao's head with his hand, pressing him hard on the sofa.

He understood what he wanted to do in an instant. He frowned and struggled, sinking into the soft fabric of the sofa. The air was deprived bit by bit. No matter how hard he tried to breathe, the air that came through the sofa fabric was pitifully little. Gin held him tightly like a big bear. Controlling a killer with a broken wrist and two fingers on one hand was not much more difficult for him than strangling a cat or dog.

He pressed the man's head with one hand, and the other hand that had been controlling his wrist was released. He turned to Yu Gu Miao's neck, reached in from the back of the neck, and touched the upper artery.

The feeling of suffocation swept through his body, and his pulse beat even harder and struggled as if it was going to break out of the skin.

At first, he pushed the hand pressing on the back of his head with a clear purpose, exerted his strength with his waist secretly to find an opportunity to break free from the restraints of the man, and occasionally used the ground to elbow back, but all of them were neutralized. Later, as the oxygen continued to be depleted and the brain continued to be drowsy, the amplitude of the struggle became smaller and smaller, and finally became a disorderly struggle.

Because the gloves were always on and the light was not visible, the sickly and miserable hands were beating, and the frequency was decreasing. Finally, it slid down the side of the face as if it had lost its strength, and slid down the sofa fabric bit by bit, hanging to the side.

Gin ignored him and continued to press, his fingers gently touching the artery, until he felt the pulsation there gradually slow down like his hands, then he loosened his hands, and even put down the knee that had been pressing on the man's back. Suddenly

being untied, Yu Gu Miao quickly retreated and bumped into the back of the sofa. He subconsciously took a deep breath, and the air mixed with orange fruit fragrance kept blending into his throat, bringing a slight itch and pain, so that he could only rest his forehead on the sofa, coughing continuously, and his face, which had been wiped clean, was once again blurred by tears.

This time, it was really a wolf-like death.

Yu Gu Miao coughed a few times with a hoarse voice, and Gin covered his mouth with his hands, forcing the rest of the coughing back into his throat. He couldn't take a big breath, which made the suffocation feel worse. He could only breathe in slowly through his nose, which was less likely to irritate his throat and gradually calmed down the coughing.

"You coughed like this after killing someone?"

Gin blamed him at this time, and looked at the man's pupils shrinking instantly with satisfaction. Yu Gu Miao frowned and smiled again, "Didn't I say that just now?"

His voice was so hoarse that he could only speak softly and slowly. He had already finished speaking, but then he remembered something and spoke again, "Didn't the person who reported the news to you explain it clearly? Do you have to interrogate him again?"

"Explain clearly?"

He smiled, repeating these three words, dragging the man up by the hand, and pressing something beside the sofa. The wine rack moved away from the middle, and a small hole was opened inside. The light from the room shone directly into the interrogation room at the back. The smell of blood spread far away. He only vaguely saw a bloody man tied to a chair inside, and his clothes looked very familiar.

"He was stubborn and didn't say anything until he died," Gin snorted from his nose, pinching the black hair behind his neck with his fingers, "but people's physiological reactions are not something that can be suppressed. A lot of information was obtained by relying on this."

After he calmed down and his vision became clear again, he finally saw the appearance of the room clearly.

Half a month ago, I learned to make loose sushi for him, and smiled as I watched Miyano Shiho finish her portion of sushi while disdainfully eating it. Yoshida Masahara was paralyzed in a chair, with layers of new and old scars on his body...

His skin showed the grayness of a dead person.

The overwhelming hatred and pain hit his heart, and Yutani Miu struggled to get up in an instant. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he was knocked down by the pain in his stomach. His knees hit the ground heavily, and he vomited while holding the sofa fabric.