Personal security

Chapter 69: Michiko Ikeda

"Listen to Zuo Huaiyu, ask your people to rescue the girl next to Michiko, and I will let this big leader go. Otherwise, as long as the tip of the knife in my hand moves slightly, you will not be able to eat it. Come on!" Zhao Jianhui shouted while hiding behind the leader.

"Zuo Huaiyu, can you become a leader without my support? Come on, save me..." The knife in Zhao Jianhui's hand moved slightly, and the big leader shouted in cooperation.

Then, Zuo Huaiyu called out: "Where's Michiko Ikeda, where did that Japanese girl who was here just now go?" Zhao Jianhui poked his head out from behind the leader, and sure enough, he could no longer see Michiko and You Xiao. Ran's figure.

The elevator door opened again, and a large number of SWAT team members wearing black bulletproof vests, black combat uniforms, helmets and masks rushed in carrying Type 95 submachine guns. A burst of thunderous shouts sounded, "Don't move! Everyone put down their weapons!"

Director Zuo looked back and felt strange. He is the director of public security. The SWAT unit belongs to the armed police system, but the transfer must be signed and approved by the director. He originally came to relax with his leader, but when he heard the dull gunshots in the room, he temporarily called in a few confidants. Because he had a ulterior motive in his heart, he did not notify the armed police for support. Why did these people come here on their own?

"Quick! The criminal is over there!" He yelled and pointed forward to bluff, while Xinyi raised his gun and aimed at Zhao Jianhui. Among these people, only Zhao Jianhui is her biggest concern. As long as Zhao Jianhui is eliminated, he can still be her leader safely. Those Japanese people will not betray his secrets, and the leaders will not betray his secrets. Therefore, he wanted to take advantage of the fact that the armed police had just arrived and had not yet figured out the situation, and planned to kill them first and then kill them.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the pistol in Director Zuo's hand flew out. He staggered a few steps with his hands covered, and looked up in horror at the SWAT officers behind him. One of them had smoke coming out of his gun.

"I said everyone put down their weapons! Immediately! Immediately! Didn't you hear the hell or what happened?" The SWAT police's eyes flashed fiercely, and their guns were all pointed at the police.

"What are you doing!? I am the police chief! He is the criminal! You are so fucking blind!" His hand was numbed by the shot.

Tu Xiong's loud voice didn't give him any face at all: "Fuck you, that's our boss. Who is the bad guy and who is the good guy and you still have to explain it to me?"

Zhao Jianhui smiled and clapped his hands, pushing the person in front of him forward, and the naked leader fell off the bed. The leader may also feel that his dignity is unsightly. He didn't feel any pain at all when he got up from the ground, so he quickly grabbed a bed sheet and wrapped it around his waist.

"How did this happen?! Which unit do you belong to? If you don't beat criminals, beat your own people, I think you want to rebel?! Ask your leader to meet me in my office tomorrow!" There was a sheet wrapped around the leader's belly. , gave him a very dignified reprimand and prepared to leave.

However, a SWAT team member blocked his way: "Sorry, you can't get out."

"What!? You... bastard! Do you know who I am!? You dare to talk to me like this, don't you want to do it!? Where are your leaders? Call your leaders over! I want to see such lawlessness. See how you act as a leader!"

"How dare you even block the leader's way? I want to see who dares to shoot!...Protect the leader, get out!" Director Zuo, who was confronting the SWAT police, shouted, and led the leader with great vigor. People are coming.

"Bang!" The SWAT police's gun sprayed out tongues of fire and fired a burst. One policeman's thigh was punctured and blood splattered on the floor. He screamed and fell down, clutching his legs, and the other policemen subconsciously raised their guns.

Gunshots rang out like explosions, and screams came one after another. A total of five police officers were hit in the legs, and the SWAT officers roared like crazed tigers: "Put down your fucking weapons, or I'll kill you! Put down your weapons!"

The policemen were finally frightened and put down their guns. Zuo Huaiyu was almost stunned. He also put the gun on the ground and yelled: "What are you going to do? I am the director of public security! What unit do you belong to! You dare to threaten and detain government officials with force. Do you want to rebel?" Who gave you the right? Are you going to rebel or something?"

As a civil servant, the leader was speechless when he saw this bloody scene.

Seeing You Xiaoran being taken somewhere again by that Michiko Ikeda, Zhao Jianhui was already very angry. How could he stay here and quarrel with these people? After jumping out of bed, he said with a cold face: "If you have any nonsense with them, get rid of the dishonest ones."

As he spoke, he walked out, turned around and pointed at the men in black: "Especially these Japanese pigs, leave no one behind..."

After walking out of the elevator and returning to the beautiful hall, Zhao Jianhui saw Pigeon sitting next to the rockery, holding his chest and panting. Her chest was still bleeding, and her white fingers were stained red with blood.

"How are you? Who hurt you?" Zhao Jianhui quickly walked to Ge Ge and asked while tearing off her sleeves and bandaging her.

"Boss, do I get unlucky every time I follow you? Last time it was my arm, this time it's my chest, and next time it might be..." Pigeon laughed miserably, still joking with Zhao Jianhui.

Zhao Jianhui said angrily: "Shut up, what are you talking about? Tell me, who hurt you?"

"A woman in black, she...she also brought a very beautiful girl, boss, is that the girlfriend you are looking for?" Pigeon was seriously injured, but he has not forgotten it until now. The little woman's gossip really made Zhao Jianhui both funny and a headache.

"Where did they go?" Zhao Jianhui comforted the pigeon and then asked.

Pigeon's chin pressed toward the small doors behind him: "The third... third wicket..." Before Pigeon could finish speaking, Zhao Jianhui had already stood up and ran over. When entering the elevator, I heard Pigeon saying weakly from behind: "Boss, you are focusing on sex over friends..."

This elevator was going down. Although there was no number displayed in the elevator, Zhao Jianhui could still feel it. The elevator went down for more than 20 seconds before stopping and opening the door.

The deep corridor with dim yellow light told Zhao Jianhui that his current location must be at the bottom of the building. Walking along the corridor, Zhao Jianhui felt that although the road inside was winding and uneven, the general direction had not changed. It pointed diagonally to the location of the Oriental Consulate far away from the Jinwei Guild Hall.

That Zuo Huaiyu really deserves to be killed. He actually allowed the Japanese to dig tunnels under the capital. Only one would believe it if he had no idea at all.

As he walked, Zhao Jianhui took out his empty pistol and replaced it with a magazine. The further he walked, the more cautious he became. After walking forward for more than 300 meters, a three-way intersection appeared in front of him. Zhao Jianhui squatted on the ground and observed it carefully before walking along the rightmost intersection.

After walking forward for another three or two minutes, a small black iron gate appeared in front of Zhao Jianhui's eyes. After pushing open the iron door, there was a small room with no lights outside. This door is in the corner of the small room. From the outside, it looks like a semicircular oil barrel. There are seven or eight real oil barrels that look exactly like this small door in the room. There are bursts of engine oil. , the strong smell of gasoline permeated the air.

Zhao Jianhui carefully walked through the oil drum and came to the door on the opposite side. He looked out through the crack in the door and found that outside was a large room with only a few dim lights on. There were several shiny black cars parked in the room, which looked a lot like a large garage.

Just when Zhao Jianhui was about to open the door and go out, someone opened the garage door outside, and a gentle sound of heels tapping the ground gradually sounded. The rhythm was light and soothing, like a pleasant note in the silent room.

As the footsteps approached, one of Zhao Jianhui's eyes saw a slender black figure flashing through the crack in the door.

The dim lights and black tights made this woman's entire body almost dim and hazy. However, her graceful and exquisite figure, wrapped in clothes as smooth as leather, still exudes a charming atmosphere.

Under the faint light at the top of the passage, a waterfall-like long hair hangs straight down to the waist, as if it is stirring up a trace of fragrance. Under the black hair, there is a face that is as handsome as a pink jade carving, and a pair of big, lively eyes flashing vigilant light from time to time under the two curved eyebrows. The tender red lips were pursed gently, revealing the slight uneasiness and strength in her heart.

The woman was holding a small black bag in her hand. Only the strap of the handbag was decorated with a few sparkling rhinestones, which gave off a cold light under the reflection of the light.

The woman's white fingers opened the door of a car and threw her handbag in. The two straight and slender thighs with graceful curves rotated gently, leaving only Zhao Jianhui's seductive back.

"Michiko, what you are doing is illegal, you can't treat me like this..." A man's voice came from inside the car, speaking in Japanese.

The woman sneered at that and said calmly: "Illegal? Which country's law did I violate? I can't do this to you? Hum... I can kill you even if you don't cooperate with my work."

Is this woman the Michiko Ikeda? Is this her true face?

Zhao Jianhui has seen this woman three times, and her face is different every time. Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but wonder to himself, where did he get You Xiaoran, and who was the man in the car?