【Summer Five】Iron City Wall

Driving into Hongfeng District, Wutiao dialed a number on the vehicle terminal.After three rings, the other end answered.

"Hey?"

Wujo turned the steering wheel to the right and said, "No. 118 St. Caesar Road, support me."

The other party seemed to have stubbed out a cigarette, and there was a rustling sound from the receiver.Then there was the muffled sound of leather boots landing, and the man's hoarse voice came, "10 minutes."

After receiving the answer, Wutiao hung up the phone and slammed on the brakes—a cross-country emergency stop. Across the street was a quaint and elegant mansion with the name "Dear Mr. Bishop" written on the doorplate.

Now it is just autumn, and the red maple trees, as the name suggests, are surrounded by heavy branches and sway in the wind, and the sidewalks are covered with small hills of maple leaves.As soon as Wutiao ran over mercilessly, the leaves flew everywhere, and some of them fell on the front window, as if adding a layer of filter to the street scene.

And Wujo is not in the atmosphere of enjoying the scenery at all.He took out the spare magazine from the storage box, checked the activation mechanism of the driven armor, and finally pulled the bolt, and opened his eyes to look out with the crisp knocking sound, like a lone wolf pouncing on its prey.

After 10 minutes, the earphones rang softly, and the man said on the other end: "Little devil, let the fart go."

The silver-haired youth raised the corners of his lips, pushed the door and got out of the car.He finally knocked on the car window, and told AI: "Find a safer place, Jie, don't splatter blood on it again, Qihai will have to complain for a long time."

The assistant responded, and the vehicle slid around the corner to the parking lot two blocks from the mansion.Wutiao straightened his collar, made sure that the pin was in place, put it in his pocket and walked towards No. 118.

When the gatekeeper saw him, his eyes widened.These people in crimson robes seemed afraid to recognize them, and they said "ah" for a long time without uttering a few words.Wu Tiao was not in a hurry, and leaned against the wall leisurely, waiting for the supervisor to rush out from the yard.The butler was still waving an embroidered square handkerchief, and loudly said to the servants: "Hurry up, this is..."

"boom!"

The gunshot rang out, and the butler fell down while wiping cold sweat, with a blood hole between his eyebrows.

No one reacted.Wutiao lightly blew away the gunpowder smoke, blinked, and pretended to be surprised: "Why, don't you welcome me?"

Before he finished speaking, he slapped his left chest. The nano-armor was glowing with golden light, covering half of his body from top to bottom like lava.At the same time, the rifle hidden in the storage box reappeared in the sky, and the bullets spit out like money, and with the rotation of the waist, the close waiter was swept away.

The armor supported the recoil, Wu Tiao did not retreat a half step, took out the magnetic card from the butler's pocket, and rushed straight into the unlocked gate.

There was a lot of movement, the house was fully armed, and bodyguards with weapons stood at every corner.Wutiao leaned against the wall to lure the enemy to the window, squatted down at the moment the sun shone, and let the bullets piercing through the air penetrate the bodyguards.

One hit kills, and several guards who were looking fierce just now were instantly pierced through the heart by the same bullet.

There was a hole in the window glass, and someone noticed the clue, and was about to shout "sniper—" at the top of his voice, but he was shot through the throat by Wutiao.He searched for the back room according to his memory, killing one by one on the way, reloading with one hand when the magazine was empty, fighting in close quarters when he had no time to shoot, and cooperating with the support to defeat them one by one, quickly exhausting the entire layer of troops .

Approaching the main house, Wu Tiao hurried up the stairs, dodged and hid beside the statue at the entrance of the corridor, always paying attention to the sound of footsteps.The performance of the bishop's explosion-proof door was excellent, and Wu Tiao didn't care about it—all he cared about was the infrared equipment placed above the corridor.Judging the situation, he immediately pulled out three high-power electromagnetic grenades, unplugged them, and when the reinforcements rushed to the second floor, he suddenly exerted force and threw them at the crowd gathering place!

"Boom!" The heat wave dissipated, shock waves and electromagnetic interference swept the entire compound, and all electrical equipment was paralyzed.

Wujo wiped the blood, quickly replaced it with a new magazine, and rushed into the corridor on the spot.He walked against the wall as usual, and arrived at the main house unimpeded, but was blocked by the verification procedure.

"Gojo Satoru," he said coldly, "open the door soon?"

The system recognizes the voiceprint, and the iris scan is passed at the same time. It is only second to the pope's authority to activate, and the two explosion-proof doors are controlled to open slowly.

Inside is a fully [-]-square-meter bedroom, bright red and green to show off to the fullest, but at the moment it is in a mess like a thief.

Wujo walked in with his hands behind his back, and fired a shot at the ceiling, forcing out the exclamation of the bald priest under the bed.He flew up and kicked the bed board to pieces, lifted Pierre out with one hand, hit the floor-to-ceiling windows of the main house and strangled his neck.

"Didn't you think of it?" Wutiao said with a smile, his eyes were dark, like Chong Chong's will-o'-the-wisp boiling in black water, "Why didn't you think of me when you did those things?"

The dark clouds are very dense, and the entire sky is pressing down, and it is about to sink into the horizon.

Pierre was a middle-aged man with few hairs left. He had a fat head and big ears, and his small eyes were originally extremely fierce, but now he could only walk around tremblingly, but he didn't dare to look at Wujo.

Seeing that he was thinking of some excuses to delay time, Wu Tiao sneered and snapped his fingers.

Before the sound, Pierre lowered his head and saw his right leg explode.The bones of the meridians were crumpled into a ball, twisted so that the shape could not be seen clearly.Then there was a loud "bang" in the ears, and the glass shattered, leaving a few bloody gashes on the chubby cheeks.

Pain followed.The injuries caused by the special bullets set every nerve in the whole body on fire, as if the whole person was twisted into a twist and chopped off with a little bit of hand.The screams burst into his throat, but he was strangled to death by the five wrists under the blessing of the driven armor, so that Pierre could only squeeze out an out of tune wail.

"Not enough flavor?" Wujo was still laughing, speaking calmly and clearly, every syllable was like falling into an ice cave.

Tortured to the point of being speechless, Pierre tensed his neck and shouted as hard as he could, venting even a percent of the pain.But the Holy Son not only regarded his liberation as a taboo, he even continued to raise his hand, his thumb and middle finger slowly pressed together and rubbed together, igniting a summoning whistle far better than hell.

"Bang!" Another shot, the bishop's left leg was also smashed, and this time he couldn't scream, his torso was shaking like a sieve, his eyes were turned up, and white foam overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Wutiao sticks to his ear, and whispers very softly: "Don't try to get rid of the crime, let alone try to escape. Everyone in the Torch Society will have to pay the price, but they don't annoy me, so I can let them breathe for a while .As for you—you're only the prologue fuse."

Niel had already lost his mind, but he was still frightened by these words and felt chills all over his body.Instinctively wanting to hide, Wutiao let go of his hand suddenly, allowing him to fall heavily to the floor, blood soaking the carpet quickly.

"Buy me 10 minutes, I want to pack it up." Wutiao said to the earphone.The man gave a "tsk", as if he was disassembling the gun, and could hear the crisp sound of the scope hitting the gun body.

Before the other party could answer, Wu Tiao had already opened the desk roughly, and swept all the documents in the drawer into the cube storage box, not letting go of half a piece of paper.Knowing that the key criminal evidence is unlikely to be kept in the open, Wutiao used his authority to unlock all the safes and packed away the entire house, including all kinds of bedding.

Not long after, there was the sound of fighting outside the door, and sometimes a body slammed heavily on the door panel, shouting and screaming endlessly.Wujo was not affected at all, and continued to clean up the mess quickly, and helped Pierre tidy up the room by the way.He also specially wrapped his five fingers with a protective film, and did not leave any fingerprints that did not belong to Pierre, so as not to interfere with subsequent identification.

Ten minutes later, Wutiao held the gun with one hand and grabbed Pierre's collar with the other, dragging him out like this.The door opened, and the bodyguards' corpses were piled upon layers of bodies in the corridor, but the person who had just scuffled with them was nowhere to be seen.

Before the third wave of support arrived, Wujo quickly smashed a glass window on the second floor, dragging Pierre into a jump—and fell into the soft grass in the backyard.

"Jie, pick me up at the corner of No. 114!" he called, and he lifted the dying Pierre on his shoulders, opened the back door and rushed out. The AI ​​led the order to retreat, the channel changed, and the man's slightly heavy panting came.There was no ups and downs in his tone, "Is it done?"

Wutiao looked around and found no pedestrians, so he stood on tiptoe and sprinted towards the designated spot, "It's done, and we'll contact you when 'that incident' becomes clear."

The communication was hung up, and Wutiao happened to arrive at 114 St. Caesar Road.The off-road brakes suddenly, and the door bounces open at him.

Pierre was thrown into the co-pilot, and Wu Tiao didn't bother to clean the car full of blood, so he went straight to the accelerator and drove away at a speed far exceeding the speed limit in the city.

He was driving fast all the way, and the sour discomfort continued to churn in his stomach, which intensified after twenty minutes, and even the esophagus was about to burn right now.Wutiao bit his lower lip tightly, his blood-stained face gradually turned pale, but his feet did not loosen at all.

Jumped across the country into the compound of the military area, and stopped steadily amidst a series of warning sounds.

"Mr. Wujo!" Huiyuan seemed to be guarding the door all the time, and when he saw the crossover came back, he immediately jumped up and called him.Wutiao leaned back on the chair with no strength, let out a long breath, and managed to regain some strength.

He opened the door and got out of the car, threw Pierre and the storage cube to Huiyuan, and said: "First-hand information, I believe he hasn't had time to transfer much."

Huiyuan was stunned, looking at the bishop who was about to die and the messy things in the cube, he didn't move for a while.He was immersed in disbelief for more than half a minute before he realized it, and saluted: "Yes! The major general has worked hard, please hand it over to the Supervision Department!"

The dark clouds are showing signs of parting.Gojo sat back in the driver's seat and saw Huiyuan running into the building in a hurry, explaining the matter to Nanami who came out in high spirits, the two turned around and walked out together, gradually submerged in the iron gate.

"Jie, take me home first, and then go to the repair shop to wash the car." He said while holding the steering wheel.The military uniform was completely wet, first covered with blood, followed by his own cold sweat; chronic gastritis has tormented him for more than ten years, and he insisted on when it started...

Wujo leaned back in his chair silently, and let the AI ​​drive away from the military area, heading for his residence in Queens.

He doesn't go back to Wujo Manor often.That place doesn't really belong to the individual, every inch of the bricks and tiles is filled with the breath of the previous generations of patriarchs, like a bright and beautiful cage.So Wutiao decided to live in a good location in Queens, which was also close to the military area, and after coming and going, he began to call it "home".

The irritating pain in the stomach surged up, and Gojo closed his eyes as usual, chatting with AI one after another.

"Jay, is Andersia still sticking to his price increase plan?"

"According to the latest information, the lord has chosen to implement a partial trial and advance in the jurisdiction first."

"Ah, that can indeed avoid the House of Representatives. The boy has learned to be smart, no matter how aggressive I am, I won't stretch my hands into other people's jurisdiction—is that what he thinks?"

"Oh? Would you do that?"

At that moment, the clouds parted and the bright sun shone down on the car.

Wutiao smiled and joked to the AI: "What do you think?"

...Speaking of which, his gastritis recurred around the day of execution.