Murderous intent suddenly appears! This bastard Vodka actually said something related to the organization. He chose to let go in order to survive. It is tantamount to betraying your companions and betraying the organization. So he is no longer a partner, but an enemy. Gin gritted his teeth and prepared to fight to the death. He quickly raised the gun in his hand. The black muzzle of the gun swept across Vodka and Ogata. His finger continued to pull the trigger, and the bullet in the gun chamber burst out with several hot air currents. And out, firepower intertwined in mid-air. The moment he fired, he knew very well that the scalpel behind his back would be activated at the same time. So he is exchanging death for the benefit of the organization. People like them must be prepared to sacrifice at any time from the day they join the organization. He has already enjoyed red wine and sports cars that others cannot get, and now it is worth losing his life. A ferocious smile flashed across his eyes. If I die, you will die too! The value of my life is to kill people, and it is enough to be able to reflect this value before I die! Poof! Gin suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and severe pain instantly spread through his nerves like an electric current. The expression on the entire face seemed to have stagnated, becoming stiff and slack. The eyes were incredibly wide open, bloodshot, and the pupils were dilated. The mouth was slightly opened and could no longer be closed. "Death, it turns out this is what it feels like." A silvery-white light pierced Gin's neck at the moment of shooting. As the blade stirred, a large amount of blood spattered from the blood hole. This is definitely a fatal injury. Gin¡¯s breathing was instantly suppressed. He opened his mouth and tried to take in something, but he never got it. The next second, Gin's body seemed to have lost the strength to support him, his feet went limp, and his cold face under the blond hair was distorted. The body slowly fell backwards, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground in the process, making the unique sound of metal hitting the cement floor. "Dang!" As the voice fell, those round eyes swept across the ceiling of the parking lot. Gin kept a ferocious smile, clasping his fingers tightly, and his body without any signs of life fell heavily to the ground. At the same time, several bullets fired continuously flew in the direction of Ogata and Vodka. There were five bullets in total and five consecutive gunshots. At the moment Gin fired the gun, Ogata's ears trembled slightly, and his keen hearing made a timely judgment. His reflex nerves controlled his body, and he used the concentrated explosive power under his feet to move and dodge. When his toes hit the ground, he could clearly feel the springing force produced by the soles of his shoes. The speed at which ordinary people want to dodge bullets is a bit ridiculous, because in less than a second, even if the consciousness gives instructions, the body may not necessarily be able to act according to the instructions given. But Ogata is an outlier. "Big brother" Vodka screamed in surprise. He was weak and strong, and there was no possibility of avoiding the bullet at this time. The bullets fired continuously landed on his chest and head without mercy. Vodka didn¡¯t even have a chance to scream before he was shot dead by Gin. The first bullet originally fired at Ogata was avoided, but the second one seemed to be deliberately deflected slightly to block his movement direction, and came towards the position where Ogata stabilized his body. . Ogata was lucky enough to avoid one, and Ogata, who had just rested on his feet, could not face the threat of the second bullet. Subconsciously, he raised his arms to protect his cheeks. It was this action that saved my life. "Poof!" The bullet penetrated the flesh, and a shower of blood burst out from Ogata's arm. But under the stimulation of pain, his expression did not change at all. Because the scalpel is usually placed in the flesh and blood of this arm, the pain has become minimal after repeated practice, so the bullet penetrated into the flesh of his arm, just like a bug bite. Looking at the hole in the flesh, Ogata stared at the wound for a few seconds. As a forensic doctor, he knows the structure of the body very well. Being hit by a bullet here is not a serious injury. This is true for ordinary people, let alone a body forged by the Mingding Gangqi Diagram. The fat layer and blood vessels that were originally oozing with blood are slowly being repaired. Because the impact of the bullet is very strong, this process seems slower than the attempts I usually make. But gradually, the flesh and blood are healing together, showing amazing resilience. It can be foreseen that the wound will be healed in a short while.Back to the original state. So Ogata didn't pay too much attention to his injuries. But the bullet is different from the scalpel hidden in the body, because there is no conscious control over its movement, so after the wound heals, it will be buried in the arm. Ogata quickly used his other hand to pull out the bullet bit by bit in the scene where others looked extremely painful and cruel. There was a lot of blood, and his left hand seemed to be stained red, and the fingertips were even mixed with flesh. crumbs. Ogata finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the obstructing bullet lay flat in his palm, like an honest child. Hold it tightly and put it in your pants pocket, keeping it as a souvenir of the first time you were shot. Having solved his own troubles, Ogata finally had time at this time to pay attention to Gin who was not far away and had been killed by Sawe at the moment of shooting! This man is so vicious. The same goes for others, and the same goes for yourself. When he was bandaging the wound on his palm, Ogata felt that he wanted to survive. But now it seems that his actions were just to numb his senses, and he had already made plans to protect the interests of the organization and die with himself. Fortunately, the idea he had before his death did not come true. If Gin had been conscious, he would not have thought that although those shots killed Vodka, they did not kill the opponent he really wanted to kill. Ogata is still alive, avoiding his always confident shooting skills. Although I suffered some minor injuries, it was nothing compared to holding on to my life. The scalpel flew back into Ogata's palm, with Gin's blood still remaining. Ogata gently pulled up the tie from the vodka corpse that fell beside him, and gently and meticulously wiped the blood droplets on the surface of the blade. Because he had a slight mysophobia, when he thought about the blade that had been stained with other people's blood, , and it will feel uncomfortable if it still lives in your own arms. Looking at the wound on the arm, he saw that it had slowly returned to its normal appearance. The skin did not leave any scars, and there was no sign of blood or flesh being cut open. He walked to Gin's body. Fortunately, the man chose parking space No. 45 in the parking lot and avoided the surveillance video. Otherwise, as a forensic doctor, Ogata would be responsible for murder, no matter who he killed (Unfinished) To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)