clatter……

clatter……

Footsteps in the corridor were slowly approaching, until they stopped at the door of the ward.

The ward was dark, and the shadow of a pair of feet reflected on the ground in the ward through the gap under the door, just like a common scene in a thriller.

The only difference is that Yuya Kazami has a gun in his hand.

All fear comes from lack of firepower.

But even with sufficient firepower, Kazami Yuya was still very nervous inside.

He was not sure whether the person standing at the door was his colleague, a nurse from the hospital, or an enemy.

This hesitation made him hesitate in his heart, and he was unable to press the trigger with his finger.

However, he was so nervous that he didn't notice a slender figure wearing a hospital gown behind him, who had stepped out of the opened "cocoon".

Suddenly, a sharp palm strike struck Yuya Kazami on the back of his neck from behind.

Feng Jian Yuya couldn't react in time and fainted on the ground.

Curacao walked past Yuya Kazami's body with his bare feet, glanced at the shadow reflected on the ground, then reached out to unlock the door and opened the door.

Outside the room, a man with black hair and a black trench coat was standing there, holding a silenced pistol in his right hand, pointing it straight between the eyebrows where Yuya Kazami was standing just now.

At this moment, Curacao pushed out of the room and walked out, with the gun pointed right between Curacao's eyebrows.

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun in front of him, Curaçao's expression remained unchanged.

“Scotch whiskey…”

"Curaçao, how did you get out?"

Curacao calmly explained: "I have recovered my memory a long time ago, and I have been waiting for the opportunity to escape from that..."

Scotch's eyes glanced into the ward, and there was a huge cocoon-shaped device in the darkness.

"What is that?"

"I don't know...maybe it's an electric shock therapy device to help restore memory."

Before Scotch could continue to ask questions, Curaçao walked away from the gun pointed at him, came to the corridor, and asked: "How did you find this place?"

"Thermal imaging camera."

Curacao glanced at the empty corridor and understood immediately.

"I see……"

Although Yuya Kazami had a good idea, he ignored that once the doctors, nurses and patients in the hospital were evacuated, those who were still in the hospital would only need to scan the outside with a thermal imaging camera to know the specific location.

At this moment, Feng Jianyu, who was lying on the ground, regained some consciousness, struggled to straighten his head, and looked out the door.

But just looking at it, he saw a familiar face.

"Mr. Zhufu..."

Scotch Whiskey immediately turned his head as if stressed, his eyes slightly wrinkled.

The next second, he raised his pistol and pointed it at Yuya Kazami's head.

Curacao saw this and quickly asked: "Hey, what are you going to do?"

Scotch Whiskey did not answer, but continued to exert force with his finger, and the angle of the pistol trigger gradually narrowed.

Just when the bullet was about to eject from the muzzle of the long gun equipped with a silencer, a large number of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the other end of the corridor.

The two of them turned around and looked over at the same time, only to see a large number of people in suits appearing at the corner of the stairs.

"Hey! There!"

Several men in suits were obviously members of the police and came to provide support.

Without saying a word, Curacao ran away to another staircase.

Scotch turned his gun and fired several shots in the direction of several police officers.

Several police officers hurriedly hid in a nearby ward and fired back with guns drawn.

Pia!

Pia!

For a moment, the originally quiet corridor turned into a battlefield filled with bullets.

Scotch followed Curacao to the corner of the stairs on this side, and the latter quickly asked where to escape next.

"above."

The two quickly rushed to the seventh floor, the top floor of the hospital, and came to the rooftop.

In the sky, a black helicopter was hovering.

A rope ladder descended from the air and landed directly in front of the two of them.

Without any courtesy, Curacao took the lead in grabbing the crossbar of the rope ladder and climbed up a short distance with his bare feet, leaving a place for Scotch.

While Scotch Whiskey below used firepower to suppress the police who chased him to the attic, he followed the rope ladder and trotted to the edge of the rooftop.

When the rope ladder was already two meters away from the rooftop, Scotch Whiskey jumped into the air, his black trench coat spread out like a bat, and he firmly grasped the bottom of the rope ladder.

Without fire suppression, several public security policemen immediately rushed to the rooftop.

However, looking at the helicopter that was gradually flying away, several police officers raised their pistols and tried to take aim, but in the end they could only put down their pistols, "looking at the opportunity and sighing."

However, on a skyscraper under construction near the hospital, a man with a stern face stood beside the wall, aiming his AWM sniper rifle at the person hanging from the rope ladder below the helicopter.

The crosshair of the scope continued to be locked on Curacao's head as if a lock had been unlocked.

Just when he was about to pull the trigger, a sound suddenly came from the headphones in his ears.

"Shuichi, the operation is cancelled!"

"Curaçao is ours now!"

The man's eyes were shocked, but then he slightly adjusted the muzzle of the gun downward and locked it on the head of the man at the bottom of the rope ladder.

The black trench coat expanded when it encountered air currents in the air, making this target even more obvious than the Curacao hanging on it.

When the helicopter flew over a building, the man suddenly pulled the trigger.

An 8.6mm Magnum bullet was ejected from the muzzle and flew towards the man below the rope ladder in a high-speed spiral.

Under the influence of the wind, the flight trajectory of the bullet deviated slightly, and a crimson arc seemed to appear in the air.

And the focus of this arc is the Scotch, his head, hanging below the rope ladder!

But at the moment when the bullet was about to hit, Scotch's head suddenly moved an inch to the side.

It was this inch of distance that caused the bullet to pass by Scotch's ear with a whistling sound.

But Scotch Whiskey just glanced at the dark skyscrapers in the distance, then raised his pistol, aimed the muzzle here, and pulled the trigger.

At this moment, the man who sensed the danger immediately withdrew and hid behind the concrete wall.

Two seconds later, several pistol bullets hit the wall next to the window, and the concrete floor inside the window made a "cracking" sound.

The man's sharp eyebrows sunk slightly, and his eyes were extremely serious, staring at the bullet hitting the ground in front of him.

On the other hand, when the helicopter moved away from the area near the police hospital and gradually slowed down, Curacao and Scotch were able to climb back into the helicopter's cabin.

Curacao took an earphone handed by the driver, looked at Scotch sitting opposite and asked: "What were you shooting just now?"

"A person who hides in the dark and makes a sneak attack."

Scotch Whiskey said it lightly, then looked into Curaçao's eyes and asked: "The text message you sent before was not edited. It just said that the undercover agents were Stout, Aquavit, and Vestilin..." "

There are also Bourbon and Keir, Lord Rum would like to know how they are doing?"

Curacao also looked directly into Scotch's eyes and said without hesitation: "They are not undercover agents, at least their names are not in that list..."

Curacao did not keep his words to the letter, which would have made him look suspicious.

"That's right..."

Scotch immediately took out his phone and edited a text message.

Curacao stared at Scotch's movements and asked, "Are you sending a message to Lord Rum?"

"No……"

Scotch put away the phone and said coldly: "I just asked them to release the bourbon and kiel."

"But Lord Rum has given an order before. Once he rescues you, you will be sent to him immediately."

Upon hearing this, Curaçao's face suddenly trembled.

As soon as I escaped, I was summoned by Rum. What did this mean?

Curacao suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Because his special memory control switch ability was trained by Rum.
To be continued...