Chapter 20 Pre-actual Practice

"The sun was shining in the sky, the flowers smiled at me, and the bird said..." As usual Saturday, Xiaoyun was about to deliver food to his father when he suddenly saw a man lying by the stream.

Hey hey, it must be Dad's seduction trick. Let's see how I break your plan. After Xiaoyun hid in the rock, he picked up a branch next to him and slowly approached there.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters, one meter. OK! Right now!' Xiaoyun waved the branch in his hand and hit the buttocks of the man lying there, and the man did not jump up and grab her like the usual weird father.

Out of curiosity, Xiao Yun turned him open. What a beautiful man! But it seems?

Yi Fu, who was sleeping, suddenly felt pain somewhere on his body. A person's breath approached. In shock, he woke up from his deep sleep and put his arms around the man's neck.

"Who?" He was completely in a state of preparation, but when he saw a little Lori clearly in his arms, he relaxed slightly.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." Xiaoyun was out of breath, his face turned red, and he stared at him with hatred. Really, he was so beautiful and so fierce. Mom, I met a bad person!

"Who are you?" As soon as Yi Buki finished speaking, he fainted again because he lost too much blood.

"Hey, hello." His eyes gradually closed, and the blue sky and green trees in his eyes and the worried expression of the little Lori gradually disappeared into a slit.

"He just lost too much blood and overstretachment. I have treated his wound. Next, I just need to send him to the hospital for recuperation." The man stood in the wooden house and looked at the man his daughter brought back and said, and then he looked at the man who denied his words.

"But he suffered a bullet wound. I'm afraid he can't be sent to the hospital. It seems that you picked up a great man." The man took a look at the man lying on ** with a pale face and said worriedly.

"He was so seriously injured that I thought he was going to die!" Xiaoyun's face doesn't look better than Yi Fu at all, and he is still shaking all over.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." The man hugged his daughter and patted her on the head. He knew it was for his daughter with dizziness. It's really difficult for the man with blood on his back to come to him.

"Hmm." Xiaoyun answered faintly and looked worriedly at Yi Fu, who was lying in **.

Su Qi hasn't been here for several days. Tezuka held up his eyelids that were about to hit him all night. He hesitated with the phone and didn't know whether to call the police. Su Qi's mobile phone couldn't get through. No matter how many times he dialed, it was the mechanical sound of customer service.

However, maybe she just wants to change her mood, or just hates facing this old man who always has a stiff face. If she calls the police like this, won't it make a big deal? What to do? Tezuka was so annoyed that he didn't know what to do. He didn't draw any more comics and walked around the room.

"Du Du Du..." At this time, the sound of knocking on the door was like the sound of nature. It almost trotted all the way, and even one of the cmmets fell off.

"How do you..." I just came. Before I finished speaking, I looked at the bald man with glasses in front of me. Oh, no, it's Inoue.

"Bang..." The door is closed again.

Alas?

"Mr. Tezuka, open the door. I have something to tell you. Why do you close the door when you see me?" He knocked on the door. Inoue wanted to cry but had no tears. Obviously, he had something good to tell him, but why was he treated like this? Although I know that this gentleman has a strange temper, what's going on?

This is not a dinosaur-level weird temper, this is a Tyrannosaurus rex-level eccentricity, oh, no, it's still the Jurassic dinosaur-level weird, no, it's Jurassic-era-level Tyrannosaurus rex-level weird. Inoue is lost in meditation. Which one is it?

"I'm not here to do this kind of thing, Mr. Tezuka, open the door..." Someone's powerless moan...

The shadow fell silently in the hall. There was no one in the hall, and it looked abnormally safe. He quickly flashed behind the sofa and slightly exposed his head to observe the situation in the hall. He held a 7.65mm Czech VZ61 submachine gun in his hand. The barrel was upright, his body was slightly stiff, and his face was serious. The tasks assigned above.

Suddenly, an elegant man appeared on the stairs facing the hall. The man walked slowly down the stairs with a cup of coffee and looked leisurely.

Very good. The target appeared. He rushed out and maintained a good shooting posture even if his body was in mid-air. However, before he could shoot, more than a dozen people hiding in the dark decisively fired the gun in their hands.

Humph, I knew it was not that simple. He landed on one foot and rolled his body. In the process of being the target just now, he remembered the position of all the people who shot him. At this time, it was his stage.

He suddenly stood up, and the gun in his hand was like an arm. He quickly solved the hidden guns. Then he walked to the man and put the gun in his hand against the man's head.

"Bang, bang, bang" applause three times, and the hall suddenly brightened. Sato came down the stairs, looked at the man again tomorrow.

"No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, No. 4... If you are killed in battle, strengthen your practice. Sato issued a loud command. The gunmen hiding in the dark climbed out and lined up in three rows in front of Sato.

"And you, No. 8." Sato pointed to the man who put the gun on tomorrow's forehead and said, "You have also been killed." Sato's eyes swept over him.

"I didn't..." At a glance, his body was intact, but Sato's eyes became more and more fierce, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Take off your coat." Sato ordered.

The man took off his coat, looked at the tomato juice behind him, and was sincerely convinced. He saluted Sato and retreated to the back line.

"I declare that this defense exercise has failed!" Sato said loudly and heard the following complaints unexpectedly. Words such as 'Didn't we hit it', 'deliberately find fault', 'you come here' and so on completely shake the heart of the bodyguard.

Since he was attacked by '**tang' last time, Sato has been on alert. There will be a 'attack' in three days. The first time, he was shocked tomorrow, and then he gradually got used to it. But recently, it seems to be getting more and more intense. At first, he was just outside, the company and so on. Today, he ran home. It seems that Talk about him.

"zuo teng..."

"I know that everyone is working hard and has a lot of dissatisfaction, but in reality, the president is dead. The person who was shot has a chance to pull the trigger and shoot the president in such a close situation. Sato said loudly and full of momentum, while the bodyguard below lowered his head in shame.

Hey, don't exaggerate. Am I still standing here? Are you a little rude to me? The corners of tomorrow's mouth twitched and he was a little speechless. However, he could understand Sato's mood. Last time they were in danger, it seemed to give Sato some stimulation, which made him always have paranoia, as if everyone would jump out and shoot him.

Although Japan is a free and unrestrained country, it has not yet been shot everywhere with guns all over the street. This is not Somalia, okay? Tomorrow silently retreats to the back, and in front is Sato**'s speech. And he only cares about the child who seems to be restless recently.

"President..." This is the door being pushed open, and a person ran in outside the door. Isn't this Song Taro, who occasionally went to see how the child is doing and then came back to report the situation? Well, in fact, it's often, oh no, it's still usual.

"What's the matter?"

Looking at Sato listening to the man's report, his face became more and more ugly. I asked a question tomorrow.