Chapter 977 Greetings From Mr. T (Part 2)

When he heard Mr. T's three words, Haruto Miki realized that something was wrong, but he didn't realize until this time that his body could not move.

It may be that he has been leaning against the lovely girl just now, feeling the elasticity and heat of the young girl's skin, and smelling the youthful scent of the girl, which made him ignore many things, and he didn't even realize that his body could not move.

Even at the end of the station, the girl herself was talking and confiding, he just acted as a patient listener, and occasionally uttered a modal particle, which made him unaware that his own He couldn't even speak anymore.

Unable to move, unable to speak, sitting in a seemingly comfortable posture on the subway at night with no one around, no one would notice anything unusual.

Miki Haruko's heart was already cold and desperate, he didn't know how Guo Tailai knew, wasn't the killer already dead if he didn't succeed on the spot? Why did Guo Tailai come to him? No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out where he had exposed his flaws.

But this despair and doubt didn't last long. Before reaching the next stop, Miki Haruko completely lost consciousness and fell into the boundless darkness.

It wasn't until the subway arrived at the terminal station that the staff emptied the carriages that they found Haruto Miki who seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed.

There are many such things, and there are often people who fall asleep and oversleep until they reach the terminal in the subway at night. However, when the staff went up to push him to wake him up, Miki Haruto's corpse fell down on the seat with a bang while maintaining the sitting position, and he was already stiff.

The screams of the staff attracted more staff, and someone called the police, and the police car and ambulance arrived, but there was no cure. The emergency doctor in the ambulance checked it and shook his head. Another office worker who worked overtime until late at night died of a heart attack. He died from overwork. What a pity that he was so young!

While the police cars and ambulances in Tokyo were busy until one o'clock in the morning, Jakarta was only two hours away, and it was still eleven o'clock at night, when the nightlife just started.

Three foreigners came out of the bar, all of them looked drunk, and each of them had a local beauty in cool and revealing clothes in their arms. It wasn't until the companion who didn't drink much and the beautiful woman in his arms drove the car over that the remaining two people got into the car together with the girl in their arms.

Having just completed an intense task, the three underground mercenaries chose to relax in this foreign place, otherwise they would have been tense all day long, and the gods couldn't stand it. Every time you complete a task, you must relax like this.

And the best place to relax is to go to a strange place. The last time they took a mission in Xiangjiang, after kidnapping a fat man, the few of them watched other people bring the fat man onto the boat, and they habitually left Xiangjiang. After only one day of walking, all those who stayed in Xiangjiang were wiped out.

Fortunately, I left early at that time! After that time, they no longer dared to stay in the local area after completing the task. This good habit has made them flourish until now.

The hotel was still a while away, and they chose not a five-star hotel in the city center, but a small hotel outside the city where it was easier to retreat when something happened. Even during the vacation and relaxation period, several of their underground mercenaries still maintained a good habit of vigilance.

After passing a certain distance, there was a person on the side of the road, holding a white sign as if protesting, with a huge reflective capital letter T on it, which was very eye-catching, and the mercenary who was driving could see it at a glance. However, who cares about a guy who has nothing to do in the middle of the night and raises a sign to protest?

After another intersection, I saw another person holding the same white sign. There is still a letter on the sign, but this time it is a lowercase r, which is still eye-catching and reflective, making it difficult for people to miss it.

It was two intersections away when another letter was seen again, this time a capital M.

"These people are really boring. They wander around holding signs in the middle of the night. Who are they showing them to?" The driver shook his head directly, and the other two companions laughed.

"What do these three letters mean?" The driver was driving and couldn't put his arms around a beautiful woman to make out, so the heavily made-up beauty he chose sat in the passenger seat and asked without words.

"MRT, MTR, TRM, TMR, RMT, RTM?" A mercenary at the back said with a smile: "There is not even a single vowel, and it has no practical meaning! Is this an abbreviation?"

"Who knows?" Another mercenary companion took a sip of the wine, took a sip from the bottle, and then shared it with the beautiful woman in his arms.

"Your place is really interesting. You don't sleep in the middle of the night and carry an inexplicable sign on the street." The driver also communicated with the beauty of the co-driver: "Is this a protest? What unpopular measures has your government made recently? ?"

"No!" The beauty shook her head directly, she didn't care what these bastards said. As long as the money is due, who will remember who these bastards are tomorrow?

While waiting for a red light at another intersection, after the car stopped, everyone listened to the explosive MJ music in the car and shook their heads.

The beauty with heavy makeup on the co-pilot turned her head indifferently, and happened to see another person holding a sign. This time the man was very interesting, actually standing there, smiling at the car.

"Another brand!" The beauty didn't understand why, and turned to remind the driver: "These people must be crazy!"

"What's written?" the driver asked, turning his head to see for himself.

There is only one black dot on the sign and no letters of any kind.

"One point? What do you mean?" The driver was puzzled, that person was still laughing, who was he smiling at? why are you laughing?

"One dot?" The exposed beauty in the back seat, who was hugged by a mercenary and had just finished her mouth-to-mouth drink, smiled and said, "Isn't Mr. adding a dot the meaning of Mr.? Sir!"

"What about the remaining letter? T?" Another beauty picked up the conversation and said drunkenly, "Mr. T? Mr. T? Who is Mr. T?"

The voices of the two beauties who had drunk a lot were not loud, but in the ears of the three underground mercenaries, they roared like a 155mm howitzer exploding. The drunkenness of the three of them was reduced by half in an instant, cold sweat broke out all over their bodies, and their bodies instantly became stiff.

Isn't that fat man in Xiangjiang that Mr. T? Afterwards, everyone who went to sea plus the cargo ship, all the people on it were dead, the ship was seized by Huaxia, and the loss of the smuggled goods has not been repaid until now, isn't it because of this Mr. T?

As soon as the green light came on, the driver subconsciously stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out at high speed. Just less than 100 meters after passing the intersection, the high-speed car crashed into a big hole that was dug not long ago on the road. There was not even a warning sign around the big hole under construction.

But when the police came, there were a bunch of crashed signs. The car was too fast, and the six people inside died horribly, but there was a strong smell of alcohol in the car.

The two motorcycle traffic policemen looked at the scene and shook their heads, drunk driving is harmful!