I am in Dongying mixed society

Well, maybe, torture or something is a good choice?

"But what?" The thinking in the little head made a quick turn.

Hoshino Hitomi, who appeared to be relatively patient, asked coldly at the toothpaste-like contact person with a very unpleasant expression.

In the face of her, she gradually became colder towards her captive.

The contact person who was inquired didn't care too much. His face that looked like a fox was still worried.

Or, instead of making Hitomi Hoshino angry or something, he still has a more serious problem to say than making Hitomi Hoshino angry.

"This is the situation with Miss Hitomi. Actually, Yuichi Hoshino and I have known each other a long time ago, and my job as a liaison for an international mercenary organization was also found with his help.

In a sense, he and I are friends for many years."

"Oh? Really? Continue~" Hearing the contact person's words, Hoshino Hitomi's pretty face inevitably raised a trace of curiosity again, but while this curiosity rose from her face, her voice remained the same It looks so cold.

"He helped me back then, so this time, you succeeded as the second-generation leader of the Hoshino team, and there was a change in the Hoshino team, and he was chased and killed by people you sent.

I also chose to lend a helping hand to him, and recommended to him a few underground plastic surgery doctors that I have known through this job as a mercenary contact person who specialize in plastic surgery for fugitives.

Helped him change his face successfully, and at the same time, also helped him contact Marcos and other mercenaries who kidnapped you this time."

"So, what on earth do you want to say to me?" Hitomi Hoshino became impatient, under the already brief explanation from the other party.

Faced with the impatient appearance of Hitomi Hoshino, the background he was about to confess to Hitomi Hoshino was roughly toward the mercenary contact that Hitomi Hoshino had clearly stated.

It was just when Hitomi Hoshino got tired of his time-delaying explanation.

With a solemn expression on his face, Hitomi Hoshino said the issue he had been worried about.

"I have seen his face after plastic surgery, because I was standing next to him almost the whole time when he was undergoing surgery, and I was even able to paint his current face by drawing.

But through contact with him over the years, I know that he is a man who is determined to be cruel and never procrastinate!

Therefore, under the circumstances that I know what he looks like now, in order to preserve his current appearance, I will not know from you who are chasing him.

He might assassinate me!

Therefore, now I faithfully plead with you, Miss Hitomi of the Hoshino team, I hope you can provide me with the greatest degree of safety protection in the coming days!

I will also truthfully tell you everything I know about Yuichi Hoshino!

please!"

Hoshino Hitomi, who had originally looked impatient, was stunned by the mercenary liaison's solemn plea. She didn't expect to have such a gain from the mercenary liaison.

Looking at the mercenary contact person who applied for her protection in front of her, a look of joy appeared unconsciously on her face.

Because, as long as you can get Hoshino's appearance after undergoing plastic surgery, then it will no longer be as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack to catch him on a small island country like Japan!

Even if he has escaped from Japan now, as long as he has his current portrait painted, as long as he knows what he looks like, even if he is wanted all over the world, it will be much easier!

Hoshino Hitomi, who suddenly received a big gift, stepped forward and looked up at the mercenary contact who bowed his head to make a plea at this time. The expression on his face was as if he had received a pretend to hang on Christmas morning. The socks on the bedside came from the children with gifts from Santa Claus in the middle of the night.

Just like that, she asked with a happy face to the mercenary contact person who was bowing her head to make a request.

"Are you serious? Do you really know what my annoying cousin looks like now?"

"when..."

--call out!puff!

The scarlet blood mixed with white brains like tofu that was smashed on the floor sprinkled on Hoshino Hitomi's joyful face.

Half of the mercenary contact person whose head was gone, shook his body twice in front of her and fell straight.

And looking at the mercenary contact who suddenly turned into a cold corpse in front of him.

Hoshino Hitomi's smile that was still on that cute face was also completely solidified at this instant as if it was smeared with 502 glue!

"Protect Miss!!!!"

"Where did the bullet/bullet come from!?"

"It seems to be northwest!"

"Hurry up! Don't let people run away!"

Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen

The black Lamborghini stopped about 800 meters away from Pier 97.

The bandage masked man as the driver turned off the lights of the Lamborghini and turned off the car.

He listened in the direction of Pier 97 with his seemingly good hearing.

"No gunshots..."

For a moment, the bandage-masked man uttered such a sentence from his mouth which was only exposed under the bandage, except for his eyes.

Got such a result.

He hesitated. He was hesitating at this moment whether he should get off the car, whether it is worthwhile to explore Pier No. 97 ahead, the kidnapping incident that originally targeted Hitomi Hoshino, and how he escaped from Hitomi Hoshino sent people these days The chase has helped him a lot, and it should be counted as the meeting place agreed by his friend's mercenary contact person.

The pupils that, together with the mouth, were not covered by the bandage wrapped around and on the face, at this moment, the pupils, which seemed a little frantic, trembled with extremely high frequency.

Thinking about what I would do next after I failed this mission.

What to do next.

"No matter what, please clean up first."

The bandage masked man, who knew he didn't have much time to consider the back hand after the failed plan, said softly again like a self-talk.

Accompanied by his self-talk, his hand suddenly reached out to the cello backpack in the co-pilot position next to him.

Lifting the backpack, she immediately opened the door without hesitation and got out of the car.

Clang!

He carried the backpack on his back, and was about to close the door. In front of him, not far from the gate of Pier 97, he suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The unconcealed sound attracted his attention, and he turned his head.

What caught the eye was a blue scooter that fell to the ground and the outer shell was torn to pieces. Next to the motorcycle, there was another that looked petite and thin, and his clothes were even more torn. The tattered little beggar.

It may be that he noticed his sight, a bandage was tied on his head, and the little beggar who seemed to be a little lame while walking, also unconsciously looked towards him at this time.