NOVEL NEXT witcher in marvel
Chapter 30 The Unlucky Abino
Chapter 30 The Unlucky Abino
"Damn it!"
"These greedy Asians!"
Abino was in a bad mood and complained angrily.
Of course, it is absolutely impossible for him to complain in front of the letter.
In the underground world, the Hand Association is well-known. Compared with it, the killer organization run by his boss is at least two or three grades behind.
Even those terrorists, few dare to provoke them.
What's more, they are asking for help from others now, so they can only pretend to be grandsons honestly.
Jingxin Yoshioka was still in the office, and Abino used the excuse to go to the bathroom to relieve the pressure he was under... Negotiating with a killer with a cold face is really not a comfortable thing.
He's just an accountant, not a gangster strategist. If the boss didn't insist, he would definitely stay away.
He washed his face with cold water and calmed down a little.
Suddenly, he saw a dark shadow flash in the mirror.
A figure in a white windbreaker came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a ghost.
Before he could react, he had already been pushed to the ground.
来人将拳头向后收起，看架势像是要揍他，但拳头并没有打出来，而是忽然将手腕猛地一弹，随着一道轻柔的“咔哒”声，一把利刃从他袖子popped out.
Abino closed his eyes.
However, the expected pain did not appear.
When he opened his eyes, all he saw was the blade, an inch from his eyeballs.
Abino peed and felt his pants were wet.
Bai Jinglang swept his lower body, curled his lips in distaste, and swung the arm that was holding him, changing his body in a different direction.
He knelt down, pressed the Hidden Blade against his throat, and said softly: "Dude, cooperate, otherwise..."
"I see!"
Abino looked terrified, twisting his body, trying his best to stay away from the sharp blade.
Although there was still an inch of distance, he always felt that the tip of the knife had been firmly pierced into his flesh.
"Not bad, good attitude."
Bai Jinglan grinned and said, "Now, you have to have a good talk with me. Well, let's start with Wolfgang Braun's assets. How much is in your hands?"
Abino, who was crushed under his knees, shivered, his face turned pale: "This... If I say it, he will kill me."
Bai Jinglan smiled slightly, and leaned closer to him. At the same time, he moved the Hidden Blade forward a little and added some strength, drawing a light bloodstain on his neck: "But if you don't tell me, I will would kill you, and now there's only one person with a knife to your throat, and that's not him, is it?"
He added more strength, and said softly: "This is the artery, your carotid artery, if I make an opening on it, the floor here will be sprayed red by your blood..."
"NONONO!"
Abino was like a monkey that fell into the water, dancing around, but was held there firmly, and could only answer tremblingly, "I control the killer organization, three hotels, two casinos, and The finances of a nightclub..."
"Very good." Bai Jinglan raised his knees, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, stuffed it into his shirt pocket, and said casually, "This is a military plastic remote control bomb, as long as I press the remote control, it will explode... …Now, go back to your office, prepare all the materials of these industries, and then bring them to me, don’t do any unnecessary actions in the middle, otherwise the bomb may explode.”
Abino looked terrified: "If I hand over the information to you, will you really let me go?"
Bai Jinglan shrugged: "I promise you can survive."
"I...I understand."
Abino had no other choice but to get up with a sad face.
Bai Jinglan waved the Hidden Sword and reminded: "You still have guests in your office, don't be discovered, or even if I don't kill you, your guests will probably kill you."
Abino shivered again, tidied himself up in the mirror, and then went back in a trance.
As soon as he entered the door, he faced Shang Jingxin Yoshioka's ice face and asked in awkward English: "You have wasted too much time, have you made a decision?"
Facing that oppressive face and thinking about what happened just now, Abino was exhausted and felt a little cold, but he could only put on a stiff smile and replied perfunctorily: "Mr. The quotation is too harsh for Mr. Braun, I'm just a little accountant..."
Jingxin Yoshioka's face was gloomy: "Then let the one who can make the decision talk about it!"
Abino pursed his lips, looked at his desk, and said cautiously: "I'll send a message to Mr. Braun, and let Mr. Braun decide for himself, how about it?"
"Then hurry up!"
Jingxin Yoshioka stared at him, his eyes were like knives, "You have already wasted a lot of our time, we may lower the offer again."
"As soon as possible! As soon as possible!"
Abino's face was about to turn bitter. He walked to the safe behind the desk, frantically entered the password, and took out a silver suitcase from it.
He didn't need to prepare the materials that Bai Jinglan wanted.
He was ordered to come to New York on business this time to deal with these industries. All kinds of documents and materials have already been prepared, and he can just hand them over to Bai Jinglan... He has a "remote control bomb" with him. "Clear the payment for the goods" as soon as possible, so that you can settle down without incident.
As for his boss who is hiding in Canada - he is going to die himself, so how can he care so much?
Carrying the suitcase, Abino carefully pointed out: "I'm going to fax the information to the boss, Mr. Xin, please wait a little longer."
Jingxin Yoshioka stared at him with sharp eyes, and his tone was flat but threatening: "Tell your boss, if he can't make a decision as soon as possible, every 15 minutes, our price will be reduced by one level. Also, we No other organization dares to take over what the Hand wants."
"I know, I know..."
Abino wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, and under the watchful eyes of a group of ninja killers, he got out of the office in a panic.
"Sir?"
The bodyguard standing at the door looked at him inexplicably.
Abino waved his hand pretending to be calm: "I... I left my watch in the bathroom."
His watch had indeed been left in the bathroom.
"But..." The captain of the bodyguard looked down at the suitcase with a strange expression, "Why are you holding the file box?"
They were all Mr. Braun's subordinates, but they were only sent to protect and monitor Abino. The documents in the file box were more important than Abino himself.
Abino was a little flustered, shaking his hands and said: "Ah... we have some problems with the negotiations with the Hand Association, and we may need to go out with the file box again, so I took out the file box, um... I will go to the bathroom to get it Return the watch, we will go out with Mr. Xin, you have the car ready."
Now that he is in a hurry to go to the doctor, he really doesn't care about that, so let's take the "bomb" off his chest first.
"No problem." The captain of the bodyguard suggested without any doubt, "Why don't I ask someone to help you get the watch?"
"no, I'm fine."
Abino hurriedly waved his hands, "Not only do I need to retrieve my watch, but I also have a little stomachache, and I may need to..."
The captain of the bodyguard shrugged: "OK, we will wait for you at the door."
Once the file box is out of the safe, it cannot be too far away from them, it is an order from their boss.
"Okay... okay."
Abino felt like crying in his heart, how could he forget this, he could only hope that the killer would not think that he brought people to arrest him.
He hurriedly walked to the door of the bathroom, and while pushing the door, he also specially ordered loudly: "You wait here, I will come out soon."
"Yes Sir!"
Several bodyguards agreed in unison.
Well, the bomb didn't go off.
Abino breathed a sigh of relief, walked into the bathroom, turned around and closed the door, looked around, but didn't see anyone.
He wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Killer, I brought what you asked for."
"So fast!"
The sound that suddenly rang in his ears almost made Abino fall down in fright.
He supported the sink, his voice trembling: "Mr. Killer, are you a ghost?"
"Assassins naturally have the way of hiding and hiding." Bai Jinglan casually said, pointing to the silver suitcase, "Is this the documents you prepared?"
"Yes, that's right."
Abino immediately forgot the horror just now, and said repeatedly, "These things have been prepared a long time ago, and they were originally intended to be sold to other organizations... I have already done what you said, can you take the bomb away? "
Bai Jinglan: "Bomb? What bomb?"
Abino's face was as white as paper: "Of course it is..."
"Oh, you said that." Bai Jinglan looked stunned, "It's just a piece of chocolate."
"..."
Abino actually cried.
At this time, Bai Jinglan stretched out his hand suddenly and pulled him behind him.
The next second, the bathroom door was torn apart.
A bright knife light, like a sword, went straight to Bai Jinglan's eyebrows.
…………
(End of this chapter)
"Damn it!"
"These greedy Asians!"
Abino was in a bad mood and complained angrily.
Of course, it is absolutely impossible for him to complain in front of the letter.
In the underground world, the Hand Association is well-known. Compared with it, the killer organization run by his boss is at least two or three grades behind.
Even those terrorists, few dare to provoke them.
What's more, they are asking for help from others now, so they can only pretend to be grandsons honestly.
Jingxin Yoshioka was still in the office, and Abino used the excuse to go to the bathroom to relieve the pressure he was under... Negotiating with a killer with a cold face is really not a comfortable thing.
He's just an accountant, not a gangster strategist. If the boss didn't insist, he would definitely stay away.
He washed his face with cold water and calmed down a little.
Suddenly, he saw a dark shadow flash in the mirror.
A figure in a white windbreaker came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a ghost.
Before he could react, he had already been pushed to the ground.
来人将拳头向后收起，看架势像是要揍他，但拳头并没有打出来，而是忽然将手腕猛地一弹，随着一道轻柔的“咔哒”声，一把利刃从他袖子popped out.
Abino closed his eyes.
However, the expected pain did not appear.
When he opened his eyes, all he saw was the blade, an inch from his eyeballs.
Abino peed and felt his pants were wet.
Bai Jinglang swept his lower body, curled his lips in distaste, and swung the arm that was holding him, changing his body in a different direction.
He knelt down, pressed the Hidden Blade against his throat, and said softly: "Dude, cooperate, otherwise..."
"I see!"
Abino looked terrified, twisting his body, trying his best to stay away from the sharp blade.
Although there was still an inch of distance, he always felt that the tip of the knife had been firmly pierced into his flesh.
"Not bad, good attitude."
Bai Jinglan grinned and said, "Now, you have to have a good talk with me. Well, let's start with Wolfgang Braun's assets. How much is in your hands?"
Abino, who was crushed under his knees, shivered, his face turned pale: "This... If I say it, he will kill me."
Bai Jinglan smiled slightly, and leaned closer to him. At the same time, he moved the Hidden Blade forward a little and added some strength, drawing a light bloodstain on his neck: "But if you don't tell me, I will would kill you, and now there's only one person with a knife to your throat, and that's not him, is it?"
He added more strength, and said softly: "This is the artery, your carotid artery, if I make an opening on it, the floor here will be sprayed red by your blood..."
"NONONO!"
Abino was like a monkey that fell into the water, dancing around, but was held there firmly, and could only answer tremblingly, "I control the killer organization, three hotels, two casinos, and The finances of a nightclub..."
"Very good." Bai Jinglan raised his knees, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, stuffed it into his shirt pocket, and said casually, "This is a military plastic remote control bomb, as long as I press the remote control, it will explode... …Now, go back to your office, prepare all the materials of these industries, and then bring them to me, don’t do any unnecessary actions in the middle, otherwise the bomb may explode.”
Abino looked terrified: "If I hand over the information to you, will you really let me go?"
Bai Jinglan shrugged: "I promise you can survive."
"I...I understand."
Abino had no other choice but to get up with a sad face.
Bai Jinglan waved the Hidden Sword and reminded: "You still have guests in your office, don't be discovered, or even if I don't kill you, your guests will probably kill you."
Abino shivered again, tidied himself up in the mirror, and then went back in a trance.
As soon as he entered the door, he faced Shang Jingxin Yoshioka's ice face and asked in awkward English: "You have wasted too much time, have you made a decision?"
Facing that oppressive face and thinking about what happened just now, Abino was exhausted and felt a little cold, but he could only put on a stiff smile and replied perfunctorily: "Mr. The quotation is too harsh for Mr. Braun, I'm just a little accountant..."
Jingxin Yoshioka's face was gloomy: "Then let the one who can make the decision talk about it!"
Abino pursed his lips, looked at his desk, and said cautiously: "I'll send a message to Mr. Braun, and let Mr. Braun decide for himself, how about it?"
"Then hurry up!"
Jingxin Yoshioka stared at him, his eyes were like knives, "You have already wasted a lot of our time, we may lower the offer again."
"As soon as possible! As soon as possible!"
Abino's face was about to turn bitter. He walked to the safe behind the desk, frantically entered the password, and took out a silver suitcase from it.
He didn't need to prepare the materials that Bai Jinglan wanted.
He was ordered to come to New York on business this time to deal with these industries. All kinds of documents and materials have already been prepared, and he can just hand them over to Bai Jinglan... He has a "remote control bomb" with him. "Clear the payment for the goods" as soon as possible, so that you can settle down without incident.
As for his boss who is hiding in Canada - he is going to die himself, so how can he care so much?
Carrying the suitcase, Abino carefully pointed out: "I'm going to fax the information to the boss, Mr. Xin, please wait a little longer."
Jingxin Yoshioka stared at him with sharp eyes, and his tone was flat but threatening: "Tell your boss, if he can't make a decision as soon as possible, every 15 minutes, our price will be reduced by one level. Also, we No other organization dares to take over what the Hand wants."
"I know, I know..."
Abino wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, and under the watchful eyes of a group of ninja killers, he got out of the office in a panic.
"Sir?"
The bodyguard standing at the door looked at him inexplicably.
Abino waved his hand pretending to be calm: "I... I left my watch in the bathroom."
His watch had indeed been left in the bathroom.
"But..." The captain of the bodyguard looked down at the suitcase with a strange expression, "Why are you holding the file box?"
They were all Mr. Braun's subordinates, but they were only sent to protect and monitor Abino. The documents in the file box were more important than Abino himself.
Abino was a little flustered, shaking his hands and said: "Ah... we have some problems with the negotiations with the Hand Association, and we may need to go out with the file box again, so I took out the file box, um... I will go to the bathroom to get it Return the watch, we will go out with Mr. Xin, you have the car ready."
Now that he is in a hurry to go to the doctor, he really doesn't care about that, so let's take the "bomb" off his chest first.
"No problem." The captain of the bodyguard suggested without any doubt, "Why don't I ask someone to help you get the watch?"
"no, I'm fine."
Abino hurriedly waved his hands, "Not only do I need to retrieve my watch, but I also have a little stomachache, and I may need to..."
The captain of the bodyguard shrugged: "OK, we will wait for you at the door."
Once the file box is out of the safe, it cannot be too far away from them, it is an order from their boss.
"Okay... okay."
Abino felt like crying in his heart, how could he forget this, he could only hope that the killer would not think that he brought people to arrest him.
He hurriedly walked to the door of the bathroom, and while pushing the door, he also specially ordered loudly: "You wait here, I will come out soon."
"Yes Sir!"
Several bodyguards agreed in unison.
Well, the bomb didn't go off.
Abino breathed a sigh of relief, walked into the bathroom, turned around and closed the door, looked around, but didn't see anyone.
He wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Killer, I brought what you asked for."
"So fast!"
The sound that suddenly rang in his ears almost made Abino fall down in fright.
He supported the sink, his voice trembling: "Mr. Killer, are you a ghost?"
"Assassins naturally have the way of hiding and hiding." Bai Jinglan casually said, pointing to the silver suitcase, "Is this the documents you prepared?"
"Yes, that's right."
Abino immediately forgot the horror just now, and said repeatedly, "These things have been prepared a long time ago, and they were originally intended to be sold to other organizations... I have already done what you said, can you take the bomb away? "
Bai Jinglan: "Bomb? What bomb?"
Abino's face was as white as paper: "Of course it is..."
"Oh, you said that." Bai Jinglan looked stunned, "It's just a piece of chocolate."
"..."
Abino actually cried.
At this time, Bai Jinglan stretched out his hand suddenly and pulled him behind him.
The next second, the bathroom door was torn apart.
A bright knife light, like a sword, went straight to Bai Jinglan's eyebrows.
…………
(End of this chapter)
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