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"I said! I said everything!"
He practically screamed those words.
Chapter 114 Wind Blade is also a Knife
Despite the excruciating pain, Alexei truthfully explained the purpose of his trip.
He had thought that after confessing everything, the "fox" with demonic powers in front of him would give him a quick end.
However, Qingze did not.
He raised his right hand again, pinched Alexei's middle fingernail, and began to peel it upwards little by little.
Alexei's arm was frozen in mid-air, bound by the shadow, unable to move an inch, only able to clearly feel the excruciating pain of his fingernails separating from his flesh.
When only a tiny bit of the nail remained attached to the fingertip, Qingze gave it a sharp tug, as if an invisible steel needle had instantly pierced the base of the finger, completing the final separation.
"Uh!!!"
Alexei was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed. He wanted to scream, but his throat was tightly choked, and he couldn't make a sound.
The extreme pain caused uncontrollable tears to overflow from the corners of my eyes, mingling with the cold sweat on my face, and sliding down my cheeks in a disheveled manner.
Qingze's voice remained calm and unhurried, "Don't try to play any tricks on me."
Where exactly were the other two bombs planted? And where are your accomplices hiding?
"Inside the ventilation ducts of the underground shopping mall at the west exit of Shinjuku Station, and inside the main support structure at the base of Tokyo Skytree!"
Alexei answered almost eagerly, afraid that if he was a second too slow, he would face new torment. He even took the initiative to add details: "The method is to disguise himself as a maintenance worker, take advantage of the daytime when there are many people around, carry a ladder, and openly go in to install it."
This method was chosen because it takes advantage of the fact that many public facilities in Japan are aging and require frequent routine maintenance.
As long as someone is wearing work clothes, carrying a ladder, and carrying out "repairs" in full view of everyone, it will not arouse any suspicion at all.
“Me, and five of my accomplices, live at 5-18-2 Ikebukuro, Toshima Ward, in the Furuya family home. The real estate agent who sent us here also lives there!”
"very good."
The moment Qingze finished speaking, his fingers twitched almost imperceptibly.
In the air, invisible air currents were rapidly compressed and condensed, transforming into a transparent yet incredibly sharp wind blade that silently swept forward.
puff.
A soft crackling sound, like a hot knife slicing through grease, exploded.
Alexei's expression froze on his face as his head separated from his neck and rolled to the ground.
Those wide-open eyes still held a lingering sense of fear and disbelief.
The crimson "Half-orc" tag on his head writhed for a moment, then merged into a beam of red light that shot into Qingze's brow.
Qingze then raised his right hand, and a blue six-pointed star magic circle that shimmered with a faint light appeared in his palm.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the corpse, the splattered blood, and the head on the ground were instantly swept away by an invisible force and stored in the second storage space.
Frequent use of the secret treasure makes this magic increasingly convenient.
Qingze walked over to the black motorcycle and, in the same manner, stored it in storage space number one.
Having done all this, Qingze's figure once again blended into the shadow beneath his feet, disappearing quickly like ink dripping into water.
……
Ikebukuro, Furuya House.
Anton drove back and parked the car in the courtyard.
He took off his safety helmet and used the key to open the front door of the house.
As soon as he stepped into the living room, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere hit him, instantly wiping away the relaxed expression on his face.
"What happened?"
He asked in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over his companions in the living room.
A laptop computer is running on a low table in the center of the living room.
The white man sitting in front of the computer said without looking up, "Shortly after we ended the call, Alexei's tracking signal suddenly disappeared."
"He was arrested by the police?"
A look of surprise flashed across Anton's face.
The real estate agent sitting on the sofa immediately shook his head in denial: "Impossible, the Japanese police could never react that quickly!"
The white man explained, "I have been monitoring the Ikebukuro police's communications channels and have not heard any related emergency mobilization orders."
He paused, then looked up and said, "I don't think this was the work of the police; it's probably something unexpected that happened."
What kind of situation could cause Alexei to stumble?
Anton found it unbelievable.
Although he was Ukrainian and Alexei was Russian, he deeply admired the man's skills, marksmanship, and willpower during their time fighting side by side.
That's a ruthless character who survived the bloodshed of Eastern Europe and Sudan. How could he possibly capsize in the seemingly peaceful Tokyo?
The white man sighed softly, about to speak.
"Cuck!"
A sudden, hoarse caw came from outside the courtyard.
Anton subconsciously turned his head to look at the glass sliding door to the living room.
I saw a jet-black crow perched on a tree branch in the courtyard outside.
But that's not the point.
The key point is that, in the shadows of the corridor outside the sliding door, a tall figure was standing there at some unknown time.
The light outlined his clear features; beneath the deep purple cloak was a black imitation German military uniform, and a silver cross chain on his chest reflected a cold light under the illumination.
Further down, the katana hanging on the left side of the waist, combined with the fox mask, further reveals the identity of the newcomer.
Anton's pupils contracted, and he almost instantly realized that this was the five million dollars they had been longing for!
"Haha! I never expected this..."
Anton's face instantly erupted into a smile that was a mixture of wild joy and savagery. "You actually delivered yourself to my doorstep!"
As he spoke, he suddenly waved his hand.
A companion nearby understood and immediately threw him a well-maintained AK-12 assault rifle.
Whether on the Eastern European battlefield or in Sudan, this rifle was their most trusted partner.
Anton skillfully caught the rifle.
This rifle has a 60-round magazine.
When using the three-round burst mode, the theoretical rate of fire is as high as 1000 rounds per minute, and it only takes 3.6 seconds to empty a magazine.
Faced with such a violent storm of metal, any flesh and blood would be torn to shreds.
The white man immediately closed his laptop, picked up his own AK-12, and said with a mocking expression, "Although I've heard about your arrogant behavior, I have to say, your actions are utterly stupid!"
Do you really think you can challenge us fully armed professional soldiers with just a knife?
Qingze did not respond to their taunts, but simply reached out and opened the sliding door to the living room, his gaze calmly sweeping across the room.
The five mercenaries all wore bright red "Orc" tags above their heads.
The greedy brokerage owner had the label "black market merchant" above his head.
Not bad, six red name tags in total, this trip was worthwhile.
He thought to himself, and said in clear English, "Since you are all prepared to kill, you must also be prepared to be killed."
Then I'll let you hear for yourselves the soft rustling of the divine wind.
"what?"
The white man was taken aback, not fully understanding the meaning of those words.
But the next second, a very faint chirping sound, like the flapping of an insect's wings, brushed past his ear.
Before he could even think about what the sound meant, a cold touch came from his neck, followed by a tearing pain.
My vision began to spin.
The last thing he saw was his own headless body, standing stiffly in place, blood gushing from his neck like a fountain.
His head slammed onto the floor with a thud, rolled a few times, and his face was still frozen in confusion and horror.
"Fa-what happened?!"
Anton witnessed this bizarre and terrifying scene, his face filled with incomprehension.
The other party was still standing seven or eight meters away at the doorway, and hadn't even drawn his knife.
How was Andrei's head severed?!
Could it be dark magic?!
An absurd yet unique explanation flashed through Anton's mind.
His strong will to survive made him want to pull the trigger immediately and tear the evil wizard to shreds with bullets!
However, that deadly "chirp" sound rang in his ears again.
His vision suddenly plunged into eternal darkness.
The head rolled off like a ripe fruit, the headless body swayed, and then fell heavily to the ground.
"Aaaaaah! You devil!!"
Another mercenary was driven almost mad by this incomprehensible phenomenon. He roared and frantically pulled the trigger.
Ta-ta-ta-ta! ! !
The scorching bullets rained down like a storm, instantly shattering the glass sliding door of the living room and leaving a series of bullet holes in the right wall and floor.
However, Qingze was no longer in the same place.