Personal security

Chapter 68: Fierce Battle

Seeing this woman actually put on a face like a defender, as if she was gathering strength to compete with him. Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but laugh. This woman was not only weird in behavior, but also deeply swollen by the poison of the Japanese in her thoughts. She was simply pitiable, pitiful, and hateful.

"Go away, I don't have time to talk to you..." Zhao Jianhui pushed her away and walked forward.

Behind the rockery, there were still several men in black hiding. When they saw Zhao Jianhui approaching, they were frightened and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands. Zhao Jianhui pulled the trigger on them from behind. The m92's muzzle beat slightly and spit out a series of tongues of fire. Zhao Jianhui could have killed them all directly, but he deliberately let the bullets fired from the muzzle hit the Smoke and dust flew everywhere on the walls and rockery, and even bullet holes were left on the marble floor. These people screamed, rolled and crawled to dodge. Seeing who was about to escape the range of fire, Zhao Jianhui shot them to death.

Then, Zhao Jianhui grabbed the last pale guy, pulled him to a door, and opened the elevator door. "Where is this place? Why don't you escape inside?"

"Yes, yes... this is a VIP room. If we enter without permission, we will be shot to death..." As the guy was talking, he couldn't help squatting down. Zhao Jianhui couldn't help covering his nose and shouting angrily as he listened. It turned out that this guy He was so frightened that he peed all over his pants. Smelling the smell, he might even have pooped out the dirty stuff.

"I'm very curious. I'm going to go in and have a look. Goodbye." Zhao Jianhui said and shot him in the head. Without even looking at him, he walked straight to the elevator.

This elevator was the same as the one just now. It only had up and down arrows but no floor display. Zhao Jianhui pressed the button. After waiting for about ten seconds, the elevator door opened, and another door appeared after exiting. After entering the door, a huge space appears in front of you.

Zhao Jianhui once again marveled at the luxury here, feeling that even the legendary Arabian Palace was nothing more than this. Above the head is an arc green crystal lampshade with a diameter of more than ten meters, bathing the entire space in soft light. The marble mosaic pattern on the floor cannot be found in the world. The gold foil inlaid on the wall frame, the detailed carving on the glass, the layered curvature shape of the roof, the arches and the blue and white traditional floral decoration show a strong Islamic palace style.

All the decorations are gold-plated, huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, exquisite Persian-style curtains, crystal table lamps, and spotless walls are probably painted with some kind of special paint, which reflects the light in a light yellow-green color, making people feel flawless. The feeling of beautiful jade.

Zhao Jianhui doesn't know much about construction and decoration, but even a layman can see how luxurious this place is. After staying here for a while, he feels like he is in a palace, as if he is a king. That feeling of satisfaction comes from the bottom of his heart. Coming up, it’s indescribable.

An exquisite large bed of approximately 60 square meters is in the center of the room, facing the door. The sheets are covered with exquisite patterns.

Facing Zhao Jianhui who suddenly broke in, the man jumped up from the bed with a start.

"You... who are you?! How did you get in?" He was shaking with white fat all over his body, and the small thing under his crotch was shaking and jumping around.

Without saying a word, Zhao Jianhui went up and pulled the man off the bed. The beauties were so frightened that they ran around and screamed again and again. The man's face was full of anger, "What are you doing! Do you know who I am!? How dare you..." When Zhao Jianhui's gun was pressed against his head, he finally swallowed the second half of his words.

When Zhao Jianhui finished all this, the elevator door opened behind him, and Japanese gunmen rushed in with guns in hand. Most of these people had pistols in their hands, but some also held UZIs.

Zhao Jianhui sneered and tucked the empty M92 into his waist, then pulled out an M10 microflush from his clothes. He raised his hand and pulled the trigger to the end. A dazzling flame erupted from the muzzle, and a dense rain of bullets swept towards the gunman. The camp, pillars, walls, and bar were once again bathed in flying shrapnel.

Five or six gunmen screamed and fell on their backs, while the rest ducked again.

At this time, there was no time to change the magazine. Zhao Jianhui threw away the micro-charge and pulled the man in front of him. A dozen black guns were pointed at him, but no one dared to shoot.

Zhao Jianhui's expression was still very relaxed, this was just a small scene. But this also indirectly proved that the man standing in front of him was a big shot. Otherwise, the gunmen on the other side would not dare to shoot. "Whoever dares to shoot, I will kill him. I am very confident in my shooting skills, but I am more confident in killing people with a knife. I can kill him before you kill me."

The man's body was like chaff, shaking like an electric shock and yelling: "Don't shoot! I'm the leader! If something happens to me, you can't afford the consequences. Where is Nami Kikukawa? That woman will provide me with one tonight." You're such a good guy, I haven't seen you yet, what are you doing here? Why did you all put down your guns?"

At this moment, a burst of giggles suddenly came in. Following the laughter, a tall beauty with flowing black hair and a round face pushed You Xiaoran, whose arms were tied, and opened the dozen or so books. The man with the gun walked in.

Although this woman's figure is slightly shorter than You Xiaoran's and she doesn't look as beautiful as You Xiaoran's, she is definitely a peerless beauty.

At this time, the woman's autumn-like eyes were staring coldly at Zhao Jianhui. As soon as the woman came in, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but rub his nose: "I know, you are the female killer who knows ninjutsu."

The woman revealed her identity when she heard Zhao Jianhui's words, and couldn't help but feel slightly surprised: "You...how did you know?"

Zhao Jianhui wiped his nose and smiled: "Don't you know it yourself? You have a very special fragrance." "Oh, so that's what happened. I have wanted to get rid of the annoying smell since I was a child, but I have always been unable to do so. "In front of so many people, this woman actually showed a very coquettish childlike attitude.

However, less than ten seconds after her charming expression was displayed, she seemed to have woken up: "So what if you know this secret, you are still going to die? From the day I saw you in the restaurant, I I knew you were a difficult character, but I didn't expect you to dare to come in and die alone. Today I want your loved ones to watch you die, and I want to make her suffer for the rest of her life. Shoot and kill them. "

"Hey, Miss Ikeda." Upon hearing the woman's instructions, the gunmen immediately drew their guns and pointed them at Zhao Jianhui and the old man in front of him. Just when they were about to shoot, the elevator door opened again, and a dozen police officers with loaded guns and ammunition broke in. The leader was Zuo Huaiyu, director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. He raised his gun and shouted: "No one is allowed to move!"

Several of the gunmen immediately turned around and confronted the police. Zuo Huaiyu shouted: "Michiko Ikeda, didn't you promise me that these firearms would not be used publicly? How do I end up with you causing such a big mess?" ?”

"What are you afraid of, Leader Zuo? Everyone here is yours, are you still afraid of the news getting out?" The girl named Michiko Ikeda snorted slightly, and then said: "Shoot and leave them alone... "

Director Zuo's face was gloomy and he rolled his eyes. After all, he was a criminal police officer. Although he became an official, his former decisiveness and ruthlessness had not faded away. He gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Have your men withdraw immediately and destroy all the guns. This matter will be handled by our police." Then he aimed the gun at Zhao Jianhui and shouted: "Put down your weapons and surrender immediately." , If you dare to resist, I will kill you immediately!"

"Giggle, Mr. Zhao, how does it feel for a nationalist like you to be pointed at a gun by your own police?" Michiko Ikeda asked Zhao Jianhui with a coquettish smile.

"Zuo Huaiyu, please rescue me quickly!" the leader shouted wildly.

"What a police chief, you actually colluded with Japanese agents and underworld? Unexpectedly, you got these people's guns, are you still Chinese? Do you know what this Michiko did? She wooed officials , colluded with a traitor like you, and stole the highly confidential plan of the Feitian Project! If you let her go, you will be a sinner forever..."

"Stop talking nonsense! You are dead today." He gestured with one hand behind his back, and his confidant, the criminal police captain, began to take aim at Zhao Jianhui. This guy was a famous sharpshooter in the capital city bureau.

"Really?" Zhao Jianhui sneered and ducked behind the mayor. This man was very fat and easily covered Zhao Jianhui's body.

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