"Did you take me around?"
Zhang Ziwei has been driving for 30 minutes on the road of Ninghai outer ring road.
Sitting on the passenger seat, Yamamoto Jizhan is using his ancestral method to recuperate his injury. He seems to notice something wrong, opens his eyes and says, "are you deliberately delaying time?"
"Is it necessary for me to procrastinate?"
Zhang Ziwei answered coldly without fear.
"I don't know if you need it, but I've seen that you're making a detour." Yamamoto Jizhan's eyes flashed a dangerous smell: "if you do this again, believe it or not, I'll kill you with a knife?"
He is a real beast. Even if he is seriously injured, he still has a terrifying deterrent.
"I really don't have to detour." Zhang Ziwei said reluctantly, "no matter how I wound, my life is still in your hands? In that case, what are you worried about?"
"But you are really making a detour." Yamamoto Jizhan glanced outside: "this is the outer ring road. You don't need to go that far to Ninghai airport."
There are several small blackened pits on his face, which are caused by white phosphorus burning. Half of his face has been blackened and deformed, and looks quite terrible.
If Toyo's Mafia giant Ichiro Yamamoto knew that his son had suffered such a tragic situation during his trip to China, I don't know whether he would regret it.
"You're not from China. You don't know the traffic situation in Ninghai." Zhang Ziwei's mood now seems quite calm, as if this calm should not appear on a girl of her age: "this is one of the three most congested cities in Asia. If you don't take the outer ring road, it is estimated that it will be blocked for more than ten hours."
"More than ten hours?" Yamamoto Jizhan's ferocious face wore a look of ridicule, and said coldly, "lying also has a margin. Now it's night, and it will be blocked for more than ten hours?"
"It's the same at night. Dongyang will never compare with China." Zhang Ziwei said with a little stubbornness.
Yamamoto Jizhan suddenly found that he had no advantage if he quarreled with her, so he began to give full play to his strengths: "I can't reach Ninghai airport in 20 minutes, and I'll kill you immediately."
Zhang Ziwei didn't say anything, but she stepped on the accelerator with more strength.
She turned around and looked at the very weak Toyo sushi, her eyes slightly stagnant.
Zhang Ziwei's heart silently estimated the possibility of her escape. After calculating for a while, she finally decided to give up. This possibility is too low.
"Do you want to run away?"
Yamamoto, who seemed to be closing his eyes for rest, suddenly opened his eyes, and two substantial li mans shot out from between his eyes!
"I don't have it. I still understand the gap in strength." Zhang Ziwei said quietly.
"Don't think that if I am seriously injured, you can do whatever you want."
Yamamoto Jizhan sneered, and then made a move that made Zhang Ziwei feel frightened!
He took out a short knife, slowly inserted it into the wound on his shoulder, and forced it!
A hand thunder fragment was picked out by him and hit the front windshield, leaving a shocking bloodstain!
This is almost like scraping bone and treating poison! How much courage and heart does it take to directly insert a knife into the muscle to pick out shrapnel without any anesthetic?
In this process, Yamamoto Jizhan just frowned slightly, not even a pain hum!
Zhang Ziwei heard several more sounds that made people feel toothache. Because he could only use one hand at a time, Yamamoto's technique was extremely rough. At a position where the knife was not easy to force, he even stretched out his hand directly, inserted two fingers into the wound, and pinched out the shrapnel!
Zhang Ziwei watched, frowning slightly. This feeling was too deadly, making her goose bumps all over her body and her stomach full of vomiting * *.
After treating several wounds with this simple and rough method, the carriage has been filled with a thick smell of blood, which is very pungent!
Yamamoto Jizhan didn't seem to mind this. The paper towel in the car wiped the blood around the wound.
"Aren't you afraid of pain when you take out the bullet like this?" Zhang Ziwei couldn't help asking.
"Pain?" Yamamoto Jizhan doesn't talk much at ordinary times, but now he has such a kind of * * of speaking. This * * is very strange. Maybe the war is coming, and talking with this woman can also achieve a good relaxation effect.
He knew that although Su Rui and others were not allowed to follow, it was simply a matter of trying to find out the whereabouts of a car in this age of pervasive national monitoring systems.
As long as you can take off smoothly by plane, and then fly out of China's airspace, then you don't need to worry about the next things. Father and they will take care of everything.
"Compared with losing your life, what is this pain?" Yamamoto Jizhan picked out a bullet on his calf with the tip of his knife, frowned slightly, and said indifferently, "if people die, then everything is gone."
"Do you want to fly directly back to Toyo by plane?" Zhang Ziwei looked at Yamamoto Jizhan's expression, thought for a moment, and asked.
"Are you kidding me?" Yamamoto Jizhan glanced at Zhang Ziwei coldly, just such a simple glance, which had made the latter tremble uncontrollably, and the killing intention contained in his eyes seemed to vibrate his soul.
How many people must be killed to cultivate the killing intention?
"Not really." Zhang Ziwei tried to adjust her mood. I have to say that it's very good that she can do so. If it were another girl, she would have been weak and crying for days.
"It doesn't matter to tell you, because you can't escape from my palm."
Yamamoto Jizhan glanced at Zhang Ziwei's concave and convex figure, and there was not much * * in his eyes. He knew that beauty would only bring greater harm to himself when life was not guaranteed.
At this time, he pulled off the pendant tied to his neck, and then directly crushed it, and sprinkled the powder into the import.
"What is this?" Zhang Ziwei asked. All the way, she always seemed to be testing Yamamoto Jizhan.
"Oriental healing medicine." Since Zhang Ziwei has been regarded as a mortal, Yamamoto Jizhan has nothing to hide, "I must adjust to my best state, even if it is the best in a short time."
"Short time?" Zhang Ziwei's eyes showed a puzzled look, as if subconsciously asked, "how long is the duration of this medicine?"
"Permanent."
Yamamoto Jizhan took a deep look at the woman beside him, and his eyes flashed a mocking look: "I remind you, women should not be too smart, otherwise they will die early."
After that, he closed his eyes and rested, leaving Zhang Ziwei alone.
Yamamoto Jizhan didn't find it. At this time, the signal light of Zhang Ziwei's mobile phone next to her seat was flashing. The machine was in a call state, and it had been very dutiful to transmit all the conversations between the two people.
Before getting on the bus, she had quietly dialed Su Rui's phone for the first time!
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Ninghai International Airport.
Su Rui was listening carefully to the call from the mobile phone, and then said coldly, "they should be here in twenty minutes. Zhang Ziwei can't hold on for too long. Are the preparations ready?"
"Your Excellency, all the arrangements have been made according to your instructions. The plane is on standby. Luo Feiliang is waiting by the side, waiting for your arrangement at any time."
"First, everyone should prepare according to the pre-determined plan, and no omissions are allowed in all links; second, platinum will command the scene, and the rest of the people must obey her orders."
Su Rui pointed to the enchanting figure wearing a platinum mask.
Few people know that the platinum masked warrior among the twelve guardians of the temple of the sun is Victoria with British royal blood!
In the twelve God guards, everyone calls it "Platinum".
Hearing this order, the people were not much surprised, but Victoria herself was a little surprised: "Why me? Why isn't it an adult you command?"
Since the last time she showed her heart in China, Victoria now feels a little difficult every time she calls Su Rui "adult".
"Because... I have more important things." Su Rui glanced at the dark night sky, and the light in his eyes flashed!
Twenty minutes later, the car driven by Zhang Ziwei slowly drove into the airport.
This time, Ninghai International Airport issued an emergency notice half an hour ago to evacuate passengers. It said that due to the tower failure, all planes waiting to take off were postponed, and all planes landing in Ninghai were temporarily transferred to the airport in the nearby city.
Although many flights have complaints about the decision of Ninghai airport, they do not have much doubt - because in a country where flights are often delayed for more than ten hours, such tower failures are not uncommon.
At this time, many policemen disguised as passengers, or read books or make phone calls, scattered everywhere, staring at the slowly approaching car.
Between the surrounding windows, at least three camouflaged sniper guns were aiming at the car. As long as Yamamoto Jizhan dares to show his head from it, they will pull the trigger without hesitation!
"What should I do now? I have arrived at the airport." Zhang Ziwei turned to consult Yamamoto Jizhan.
At this time, Yamamoto opened his eyes, and his face seemed to be ruddy. It seemed that the healing elixir he said was indeed not a false name: "stop."
After the car stopped, Yamamoto Jizhan grabbed Zhang Ziwei's shoulder rudely and pulled it over directly!
Despite the pain of being dragged, Zhang Ziwei was still silent, and she was now extremely nervous.
The front passenger door opened, and the two men came out together. Yamamoto Jizhan grabbed Zhang Ziwei's neck, and his body was almost completely hidden behind her!
The two men walked slowly. Zhang Ziwei looked straight at them and held her fists tightly. At this time, she could only hope for a miracle!
And here, only that man can create miracles!
The three snipers have tried many times, but they still haven't locked the target. If they shoot so rashly, with the skill of Yamamoto Jizhan, they are likely to take Zhang Ziwei as a shield!
"Put him on the plane."
At this time, Victoria's cold voice came from everyone's ears!
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