Chapter 436 Rage Killing (Part 2)

Chapter 436: Furious Killing (2)

Zhao Jianhui looked around cautiously, but there was no one there.

Oh, it's not that there's no one around. Kimura is still busy behind the pillar, and the woman's scream and the man's gasp prevent him from hearing what's happening here.

Zhao Jianhui quickly took off Song Dao's clothes and exchanged them with his own, then handcuffed him to a chair as usual and turned the chair upside down. Then he put on Matsushima's sunglasses and picked up Matsushima's pistol.

This is an M92 nine-millimeter automatic pistol with a silencer. The birthplace of this gun should be country M.

It's hard to imagine that in a place like mainland China, where gun control is so strict, someone can openly carry such a lethal military firearm with a professional accessory such as a silencer.

From the feel just now, I know that this gun is definitely not a shoddy and shoddy product. From the workmanship point of view, it is definitely a genuine product with first-class performance. After removing the magazine, it is filled with yellow bullets.

Zhao Jianhui's experience lets him know that even the intelligence agencies of some countries may not have a way to bring guns into the country. It seems that these people in the Sakura Group are not ordinary capable.

It’s not surprising that mainland gangsters have guns, but most of them are modified shotguns and cannons. Individual police guns and military guns are manufactured in underground workshops in border areas such as southern Xinjiang and western Xinjiang. That kind of ### has many problems, often misfires and jams, and has extremely poor accuracy, but even such a thing is rare. This kind of foreign-style pistol with powerful firepower is impossible to appear in the hands of ordinary people, let alone with a silencer.

Anyone with a silencer is generally a professional killer.

Just now, Zhao Jianhui was a little confused about Kikukawa Nami telling her that she belonged to the Sakura Group of Toyo Kingdom so easily, but now he couldn't help but believe it.

Zhao Jianhui held the pistol, and a long-lost sense of fulfillment gradually arose in his heart. He had not held a gun for a long time since he came to Beijing this time, and he felt like he was reunited with an old friend after a long absence.

No matter what the hell, since you have offended yourself, there is nothing to say. The only outcome is to kill you... Zhao Jianhui quickly approached the square pillar and looked behind him. I found that behind the pillar was a small single bed. In front of the small bed, a man named Kimura had taken off his pants to his knees and was shaking his body back and forth.

The black hair on the small bed couldn't help but sway from side to side with Kimura's movements, and the two ### thighs kept shaking on his shoulders. The woman's painful whimpers sounded intermittently, interspersed with the man's beastly breathing and the squeaking sound of the small bed shaking.

Zhao Jianhui, like a cat, quietly leaned over without making a sound. He raised the "knife" in his hand and slashed Kimura's neck hard. Kimura's body lay limply on top of the woman. The woman seemed to have not woken up from the afterglow of gc. She shook her butt vigorously and kept shouting: "No, two more times, I'm sorry." It’s almost there…”

Zhao Jianhui's face appeared in front of her with a smile, and the woman's half-squinted eyes suddenly widened. "Ah..." Before she could even scream, Zhao Jianhui stabbed her neck with his hand. Seeing the woman closing her eyes unwillingly, Zhao Jianhui sneered: "You bitch, you can do anyone's business." He had already recognized that this was the woman he had met outside the door on the 35th floor in the morning. One of the two women who arrived.

Turning around as lightly as a civet cat, Zhao Jianhui walked out of the door in a swagger, only to realize that there was actually a long corridor outside. There is a small door at the end of the corridor, and a dazzling light shines through the door.

Zhao Jianhui walked out along the small door, and then he realized that the basement where he was just now was, and the corridor on the thirty-fifth floor was clearly in front of him. However, in the morning, he and Pigeon came out of the elevator on the east side, but now, he was standing in the stairwell on the west side.

Looking forward, the large wooden door guarded by Kimura and Matsushima was just a dozen steps in front of him.

The elevator opposite happened to open, and two middle-aged men wearing glasses, who looked more than fifty years old, walked out of the elevator, talking in a low voice, and walked in the direction of Zhao Jianhui.

These two people should also go to the club for entertainment, right? Zhao Jianhui looked at the clothes he was wearing and walked forward slowly. When the two people approached the gate, Zhao Jianhui also came in front of them. The two men smiled at Zhao Jianhui, and one of them said to Zhao Jianhui in Japanese: "Good evening."

Zhao Jianhui responded with a reserved nod. The wooden door was opened from the inside, and the woman's sweet laughter came clearly from inside.

Zhao Jianhui followed the two men and walked in. The two men guarding the door actually bent down and bowed to Zhao Jianhui. Damn it, this skin is still very effective.

This is a large hall, three or four times larger than the hall in my own villa, probably around 600 square meters.

Near the door is the bar, with a long red lacquered low cabinet filled with a variety of drinks. Inside the counter, four or five beautiful girls wearing white uniform miniskirts, bare thighs, and white cotton stockings on their feet were kneeling there, constantly saying to the customers: "Welcome."

There were dozens of sofas and coffee tables in the hall, and many men were already sitting inside. Some of them were toasting, some were talking and laughing in low voices, and some were already eager to hug each other. The women's laughter and the men's laughter could not stop. On the four walls of the hall, huge LCD monitors were playing some unknown clips, mostly beautiful superstars posing.

But the air in the hall was not dull at all, and there was no deafening noise even when various sounds were intertwined. It can be seen that the walls must have been processed with technology.

Except for the wall at the entrance, there were several small doors on almost all the walls. Outside each small door stood two beautiful girls dressed exactly like the ones in front of the bar. The two men wearing glasses who had just come in did not stay in the hall, but walked into a small door one after the other.

Is there another world inside the door? Otherwise, before these two people went in, Zhao Jianhui had already seen a man and a woman hugging each other and walked in. It couldn't be that a man and a woman did that kind of thing and allowed other guests to visit, right?

Zhao Jianhui walked slowly inside, passing by each door two or three times. There was no sound in each door.

Finally, when Zhao Jianhui was walking around a small door, the door was opened from the inside. Zhao Jianhui looked inside through the crack of the door and saw that there was still a corridor inside. There was a golden wall on one side of the corridor and more than a dozen doors on the other side. The red carpet on the corridor extended to a distance of fifty or sixty meters. Facing the corridor was also an open mahogany door.

Damn, what kind of place is this? It's so mysterious?

When a fat man came out with a bulging belly, Zhao Jianhui walked in with the girl bowing and greeting him. By intuition, he felt that there was still something going on inside the big wooden door facing the corridor. So, Zhao Jianhui didn't stop to observe what was inside the row of wooden doors on the left side of the corridor, and walked straight to the wooden door at the end.

Reaching out his hand and pushing gently, the door unexpectedly opened with his hand. High-end places have unexpected benefits. There was almost no sound when the wooden door was pushed open.

The lights were on in the room, but there was no one. It looked like the lobby of a high-end suite, and there were several small doors that had been opened.

Zhao Jianhui cursed in his heart, he really didn't know how to live, why did he install so many doors in a house? Zhao Jianhui turned around inside and found nothing, as if this was an empty house.

Isn't it a waste to leave such a high-end room idle here?

When Zhao Jianhui was wondering, he suddenly heard a noise. However, what surprised Zhao Jianhui was that the sound seemed to come from the wall.

It was really strange. Could there be something strange on the wall? Zhao Jianhui looked along the wall where the sound came from, and suddenly laughed.

There was a secret door on the wall near the flower tray stand. It would be difficult to find if it wasn't for an expert like Zhao Jianhui. Zhao Jianhui put his ear to it and listened. There was a woman's whimpering, followed by two loud crackling sounds.

It was loud, but in fact, if Zhao Jianhui hadn't put his ear close to the wall, the sound would have been inaudible. Zhao Jianhui stretched out his hand and pushed it, but the wall didn't move at all. Zhao Jianhui smiled and reached out to take a thin steel wire from his collar. When he was knocked unconscious just now, the watch on his wrist and the things in his pocket were taken away by the other party. Only a few small parts hidden on his body and in his clothes were not discovered by the other party.

Zhao Jianhui concentrated and drew two strokes on the wall with the thin steel wire, then gently hooked it a few times, and then stretched out his hand and pushed it again. The wall was already very obedient and slowly turned, revealing a door that was just big enough for one person to enter and exit.

However, when Zhao Jianhui slipped in, his eyes turned red and he became furious.

On the tatami in the room, Yan Wu was stripped almost naked, her limbs were tied with ropes, and she was kneeling with her head down and her buttocks sticking out. Her fair and plump body kept shaking.

A naked man stood behind her with a dark whip in his hand, grabbing her hair from behind and pulling her body back like riding a horse.

The man's crotch was against her buttocks, and an ugly thing was hard on Yan Wu's back. It looked like he wanted to enter Yan Wu's body. However, because Yan Wu kept shaking her waist and buttocks, the man could not succeed for a while. However, because the man grabbed Yan Wu's hair and pulled her back, the gap where Yan Wu could move her body became smaller and smaller, and she was in danger of being broken through by the man at any time.

The man kept breathing happily. Yan Wu had a small ball tied to her mouth, so she couldn't make any sound, but could only make vague notes. Her hair was pulled straight, and she was forced to look up, which was obviously painful.

Because of Yan Wu's resistance, the man obviously spent a lot of effort but couldn't get in. The sound of skin slapping showed the lewd atmosphere. The man leaned over and grabbed the two tender pieces of Yan Wu in front of him and # # # hard. Then he slapped her white and round buttocks hard. Yan Wu was beaten and whimpered, and was forced to shake her buttocks to avoid the man's invasion.