For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

This man's name is Saito. At first, I thought he was the second spring that Jiro was looking for behind our backs, but the misunderstanding was quickly resolved—

The Vengeance House mistakenly took Saito as the target when it carried out the commission, and even knocked him unconscious and tied him back to the basement. If it wasn't explained in time, Saito would have been lying in the funeral home long ago.

The two sides thus resolved the indissoluble bond.

Seeing Saito crying with pear flowers and rain, I felt pity, Jiro simply led him into Babylon, poured a cup of tea and let him moisten his throat and said slowly.

"Yesterday, yesterday..." Saito squeezed the glass and said angrily, "Yesterday I went to the convenience store to buy something, and suddenly a woman rushed up and grabbed me and scratched, insisting that I kidnapped her husband, I can't explain it. , I can only get rid of her and run out, but I saw a reporter broadcast a news that night."

I asked, "Could it be the video of you kidnapping her husband or something?"

Hearing this, Saito turned his head sharply to look at me, his eyes widened, as if he was saying "God, how did you know".

"Explain in detail." Jiro continued to ask.

"It's a surveillance video of a man withdrawing cash from an ATM machine. He was knocked unconscious by the kidnappers with a blunt weapon just after the withdrawal, and then dragged him into a van. The camera's camera angle is very good. It stands to reason that the kidnappers can be photographed completely. I look like, but—" Saito's tone became more and more intense, "but you know, that machine actually took my face!"

Jiro thought for a while: "Could it be that the gangster is your twin brother?"

"No no no!" Saito waved his hand quickly, "I am the only seed of my parents!"

"The kidnapper must have used some method to invade the surveillance system. Didn't Enoda also do this," I expressed my opinion. "For example, using face-changing technology to cover Mr. Saito's face or something."

This is just a guess, but the possibility is very high, so we contacted Enoda and asked him to help restore the surveillance video. The result came out in less than five minutes.

I looked at the video file sent from the computer and praised: "Enoda, you are really the fastest man I have ever met."

Enoda on the opposite side of the phone: "…"

Jiro: "Little Ito, you can't use the word 'fast' to describe a man."

After talking on the phone with the fastest man, I turned off my phone.

The fact is almost as expected, the kidnapper did tamper with the surveillance screen.

"No wonder he dared to appear under the monitor without even wearing a mask and hat," Jiro looked at Saito who was sitting on the bar stool, "I came fully prepared."

This child is also really unlucky. Just two days after he came to Fukuoka, Jiro came to me because of a beautiful misunderstanding and remembered Lushan Shenglongba. He just stopped and had this bad thing again after a while. All stuck between teeth.

Saito was also too aggrieved. He stared at the kidnapper's true face which was magnified on the computer screen. Suddenly, he raised his head to meet the eyes of the last Lang, and pleaded loudly: "Mr. Jiro, please help me to avenge me, help me to This man who framed me for no reason, took revenge!"

Jiro had long anticipated the purpose of his trip and accepted the commission.

Now that there is a photo of the kidnapper, there is no need to worry about where he stole Saito's face image, as long as his background information is called up based on the photo, everything will be fine.

Enoda deserves to be a top hacker. Not long after restoring the video, he packaged and sent the kidnapper's name and address. The thoughtful service is the conscience of the industry.

"Leave this task to me," I turned my arms around my shoulders twice, "I just haven't moved my muscles for a long time."

Saito looked at me with a very peculiar look: "Are you going to single out the kidnapper?"

"Please respect my technology, that's called a spike."

"Don't worry," Jiro patted Saito's shoulder twice, "Even if I look at Fukuoka, I can't find a second one for Xiao Yito's skills."

The latter will be dubious.

"The theory needs to be proved by practice," I changed into a suit of clothes that were easy to dry. "I'm going, and I'll bring you back to apologize within two hours."

According to the information, the address of the kidnappers is about eight kilometers away from here. I stepped on the roof of the residential building and ran around in the night, and I couldn't feel anything but the roaring wind all over my body.

But halfway through, I suddenly stopped the car.

"Yo, good evening!" I squatted above the decorative frame of the gate of a shopping mall, raised my arms and greeted the people below.

Hearing the voice, Lin twisted his neck and looked left and right, but he couldn't find anyone. The horse farm next to him smiled helplessly, and pressed his head back.

Lin naturally raised his head and saw me diagonally above at a glance.

"Hyuga Ito?" he said in surprise, "what are you doing there?!"

I jumped into a corner where no one was paying attention, and then walked towards them: "I'm on a mission, why haven't you come home yet?"

"Qiaomei has gone back to the school dormitory. I'm here to buy two clothes with Xiaolin," said the horse farm. "You haven't changed at all. You're always so unconventional."

I responded with a smile: "It's inconvenient, you don't have to obey the traffic rules."

"Hey, pay attention to me anyway," Lin interrupted us a little unhappily, then looked at the racecourse, "Aren't you surprised at all?"

The horse farm asked back, "What are you surprised about?"

"She just teleported down from the top of the gate in a second!"

"so what?"

"So shouldn't you be surprised, is that something a human could possibly do!"

"How should I put it, I was surprised at first, yes," the racecourse held the shopping bag and smiled calmly. "It's good if you don't get used to it?"

Lin showed an unbelievable face of "Don't be a fool."

"I'll go first," I bent my knees, ready to jump into another building, "I'm not here to be a light bulb to disturb your love and concubine."

When Lin retorted "Who is in love with his concubine?", the horse farm cut off my take-off power bar: "Where is the mission location, I will drive you there."

I wanted to refuse, but before that, the other party added another sentence: "Don't be the opposite, didn't I tell you before that the most important thing in the killer industry is teamwork, and if you spend all your physical strength on the road, you will be with the kidnappers. Wouldn’t it reduce combat efficiency when fighting head-on?”

I thought about it, and it makes sense.

So after half a minute, all three got into the car.

The car started, and the scenery outside the window began to slowly move back, and then gradually accelerated.

I was propping my face up and admiring the feasting and feasting outside the window, when I suddenly felt someone watching me beside me, and when I turned my head, I happened to meet Lin's gaze.

"Look at me, do you fall in love with me?" I shrank my neck subconsciously, "It's not good, my friend's wife can't be bullied."

"It's said that I have nothing to do with the guy in the driver's seat," Lin said with disgust, and then said very seriously, "I'm just recalling the surveillance video of you saving Qiaomei last time."

That surveillance video captured my teleportation, exactly the same as just now.

"At the time, I thought I was wrong, after all, everyone else looked calm, but now that I think about it, it shouldn't be the case," Lin didn't mean to explore, but was simply curious, "Since there is such a powerful So why is he not named the 'Fukuoka Killer No. 1' or something like that?"

"Hey, good middle school two."

"...Is this the point?!"

"I've asked such a question before," said the horse farm in front of him, "but everyone has their own secrets. If Ichito is really named such a title, he might not feel comfortable."

Lin understood the deep meaning of his words, and only gave a light "tsk" and stopped asking.

To be on the safe side, instead of letting the racecourse take me to my destination, I stopped the car further afield and went on my own.

When I came to the residential building where the kidnappers lived, I walked in directly from the main entrance and found the corresponding floor according to my memory. I was about to press the doorbell to trick the other party to open the door, but when I was about to press my finger, I stopped. .

so quiet.

I took a step back a little and concentrated my chakras—eyes!

In an instant, I had a panoramic view of the facilities in the house. I rolled my eyes and found that everything was normal inside, but when my eyes moved to the innermost room...

what are these? !

In the spacious room, all the places that were supposed to be used for placing furniture were replaced by computers. The computer screen was bright, and all the pictures on it were vehicles driving, crowds surging, and the corners of the community fell to the ground. There are two chairs, one of which has a loose bundle of rope next to it.

- The kidnapper found me and ran away.

I immediately lifted my eyes, picked up my phone and pressed a string of numbers: "Race Farm, help me keep an eye on the car!"

I counted the time, and then said: "The white van, the owner has a flat head and big eyes. It passed by you at this time, and the license plate number is 21-6."

"Van, here I am..." The horse farm on the other side paused and spoke faster, "I see, he's here."

The moment I ended the call, I heard the sound of vehicles speeding by.

I didn't delay any longer, I just increased the speed and ran downstairs.

There are far fewer cars at this time, which is just right for tracking. I leaned down to reduce the drag, and swept forward against the headwind in the dark.

Public places are no better than private residences, and you want to expose your face, so I put on the mask I used when I was at the root while running along the guardrail of the viaduct.

At this time, the ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly entered the ear.

"Hello?" I slowed down and pinched my phone, "Race Farm, have you caught anyone?"

"I caught it, but it's a culprit," the other party said, and there was a weak cry for mercy, "The kidnapper gave him money and let him run out in his car in order to attract us. Notice."

"hateful…"

"Don't worry, Kobayashi put out a piece of information, saying that the real kidnapper and the man who carried the blame separated at a fork in the road, drove a 19-3 black Mitsubishi Pajero, and looked at each other according to the time we caught this man. It should almost just pass under the viaduct."

After I got the key information, I immediately stood still and looked down. Sure enough, a black Mitsubishi Pajero was driving fast in the traffic flow. I narrowed my eyes to confirm the characteristics of the target—

Can't be wrong, it's this guy!

The racecourse reminded: "You stare at the car first, we will come over immediately."

"Okay," I bent down and leaned forward, my voice sounded amid the continuous honking of the horn and the sound of the driver leaning out of the car window and shouting, "Little girl, don't think about it", "Remember to make room for the trunk. ."

The next second, I jumped off the viaduct with my mobile phone in my hand, leaving the sound of dissuasion behind my head and falling straight towards the roof of the target vehicle...