A hidden holster, two Bolettas, a tactical dagger, a spare phone, and a black jacket.

In the future, put on a gun holster, insert two Bolettas into it, and then put on a coat. The two guns are perfectly hidden under the coat, and there is no flaw seen from the outside.

She didn't take the dagger in the future, so she didn't like this kind of knife. It's enough to have a phoenix-tail green bamboo. From the perspective of preventing problems, it's best to wear the dagger, but she still didn't do it because she didn't like it.

Bai Hang took advantage of the time when he checked equipment in the future to clean the foam on Xiao Chili and Xiao Bao, and then stuffed them back into Nibelung's roots through the mirror. After everything was ready, Bai Hang walked out of the bathroom and locked the door casually.

Walking into the living room to check the equipment with the future, Schneider probably knew that he would not use a gun, so his silver suitcase had no guns, only two Nepali and matching scabbards, in addition to a long black windbreaker exclusive to the executive department.

He and the future will turn on the task assigned by the college.

The other party seemed to have set a timed message after the two phones were turned on. After the two people started the phone, they immediately received a letter from their SMS box: [12 noon, the lower track of the Hofer Bridge]

Hofer is a bridge built by an engineer named Hofer. It was built in 1991. The upper floor is equivalent to an ordinary overpass and the lower floor is train tracks. After passing through the tunnel, the train will see the light of day when passing through the bridge. People on the train can take this opportunity to see the scenery on both sides of the bridge.

...

Two hours later, the lower floor of the Hofer Bridge.

The heel of a high heel stomped on Fielding's neck hard and pressed half of his body against the rails. His ears were pressed against the tracks, and he could hear a faint "buzzing" sound, which was the sound of the train approaching.

"You should be glad that this is Chicago. I'm not familiar with it and don't know where there is a dock construction site. Otherwise, your lower body should have been mixed in the cement mixer now." Yabuki stared at his phone. It was 11:49. The last train had just passed. If nothing unexpected happened, the two headquarters' commissioners would take their place in ten minutes. The "big guy" named Fielding happened to give his "little guy" under his command. The three of them divided into three groups to arrest people.

Yabuki Sakura is not used to this kind of confession. Her specialty is to kill people. It is not her turn to interrogate. The young master will not allow her to do such things. Most of the time she is the vase behind the young master, as long as she is responsible for the good-looking look.

As time pounded on the watch, Yabuki unconsciously remembered his two colleagues, Raven and Yasha. They were retainers of the young head of the family and were doing dirty and tiring work. They were especially good at acts like forcing confession. If they were there, they should now pry open the mouth of this person.

The person who was stepped on the railroad track by Yabuki's high heels was called Fielding. He was thin and an Asian. Fielding was not his real name. Yabuki only found the name Fielding. He was a member of the Chicago Ice and Snow Festival Trophy Design Team and a male duck in the local dance hall.

Male ducks are similar to Japanese cowherds, but most of them are not selling their own body, while Chicago's male ducks are mostly selling their own body, and they only have a good-looking face and have no talent.

Yabuki Sakura stared at the watch, and the time had reached ‘11:55’.

"My patience has been exhausted. If you don't want to say anything, then I can only feed the rails."

Fielding's face was unexpectedly cold, his white face pressed against the gravel on the rails, Yabuki Sakura stepped hard, his face was already covered with blood marks from the tiny gravel, but he did not feel how bad the torture was.

This woman from Japan obviously did not really understand his profession. He was a 'duck'. Those rich Chicago women did much more excitement to him every night.

There was no expression on his face, but his heart was already restless and violently excited. The "buzzing" sound approaching his ears could only make him feel more and more excited, and his brain entered the same orgasm along with the tremor of the railway tracks.

His facial management lost control not long after. Yabuki Sakura noticed his abnormality. The man actually started to lick the dirt on the rails with his tongue, and the force of struggle on his body became much stronger.

"Haha~hahahahaha~!!!" He began to let out a lazy laugh. The contrast between the front and back made Yabuki understand something. Under the threat of death, Fielding's inner abuse attributes were invisible. From the beginning, he was not afraid of such a confession, but was full of expectations for this torture from the beautiful woman from the east.

"Damn it!" Yabuki Sakura cursed inwardly.

She was fooled, there was such a person in the world.

The guy with masochistic tendency is the group that torture officers are the least willing to face in any country. Pain equals pleasure to them. The more creepy your torture makes normal people feel, the more excited they are about your means.

Time has arrived at 11:59.

The sound of the train was so close that Fielding's expression became more and more arrogant. He widened his eyes uncontrollably and stared at the tracks ahead, as if he was extremely expecting the scene of his upper body being hit by the train.

Yabuki Sakura had already felt the abnormal airflow. The train would pass through this section of the track within ten seconds. She knew that this method could not make Fielding speak, but she was still waiting. People might change their minds when they were near death.

"Come on! Come on!! Hurry me to death!" He shouted this sentence. It was time for the locomotive to appear in his sight. The huge collision sound of the wheels and the rails stimulated the eardrums. Yabuki Sakura could no longer hear what Fielding was saying. At the critical moment, she pulled Fielding's back collar and pulled him back. She had to do so a few seconds in advance, otherwise the train would also wrap her on the rails as well.

Thirteen cars rushed past the two of them. Fielding's clothes were soaked in sweat. Her short black hair was pressed on her face, and the corners of her mouth kept twitching, as if her brain was too stimulating that the corners of his mouth remained on the action of "laughing". Yabuki Sakura pulled his collar and pressed him on the armrest on the side of the railroad track.

She really couldn't do this job of forcing confession, and this made her a little out of control. She now wanted to cut off this pervert with one knife.
Chapter completed!