Chapter 777 Nobuhiro Loses Patience

Hidden behind the prosperity of the city of Tokyo are countless filth and dross. Those places where people live in squalid environments accommodate most of the losers in society, but occasionally there are also big shots who make a difference in the black world.

Some killers think they are superior to others, and that's probably how they define themselves in their minds.

The cramped hotel was crowded with four young men and women in well-dressed clothes. They earned commissions that easily amounted to millions, but they stayed in a 500-yen-a-night hotel and drank 100-yen drinks. Beer and playing poker for free.

One of them was a little drunk and cursed and complained: "Boss, why do I feel that this goal is a bit weird?"

The leader's eyes widened and he shouted loudly: "You can't even choke your mouth with beer! What's weird? We just need to kill the target according to the customer's requirements and get the commission we deserve. That's enough. I think What are you doing with so much?!”

"Yes, yes!" The person who spoke earlier nodded in agreement.

He was about to say something more to please his boss, but suddenly he felt a pain in the back of his neck and his eyes went dark, and then he didn't know anything else.

But his companions only saw the drunk man swaying and falling on the table as he answered the words.

The young woman with handsome short hair sitting next to him immediately covered her lips and laughed: "How much wine have you drunk just now? Why are you drunk? Boss, you can't give up too early, we have to drink a few more rounds."

"Huh, that's natural." The boss said disdainfully, "It's just beer that's not much different from plain water, but it can actually knock him down. This is not a good amount of alcohol!"

"boom--"

The same thing happened to the woman again. She lay on the table in almost the same posture. Now, no matter how slow the leading killer was, he realized something was wrong.

He used the dim incandescent light to try to see the face of the uninvited guest, but in the next second, his only remaining companion was also knocked down.

"Who?!" The killer quickly picked up the gun he had placed at hand and looked around vigilantly.

That person was like a ghost in the night, attacking in front of him but able to perfectly conceal his figure.

The enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear, it is not possible to continue like this.

The killer's eyes fell on the headlight switch on the side. He knew that as long as he turned on the headlights of the hotel and had the entire view of the room, no matter what kind of monster he was, he would have nowhere to hide.

However, just as the killer moved towards the switch, he suddenly felt a cold feeling in his neck, and then the bones in his wrist were broken.

Who is the visitor? !

He has been in the assassin industry for so many years, but he has never encountered such a terrifying opponent, leaving him unable to fight back.

Beads of sweat broke out on the killer's forehead. He was clearly aware that death was so close to him, so close that it seemed like he would die in the next second.

Nobushige removed the killer's pistol and put it against the killer's lower back. At the same time, his right hand holding the killer's throat was slightly harder, leaving bright red marks on his neck.

"Employer's name." The deliberately changed voice was hoarse and old, resembling an old man over seventy years old.

However, even after hearing this sound, the killer's tight strings still did not dare to loosen.

If you underestimate a colleague because of his age, he will only die more miserably. If someone accidentally finds out about his interpersonal relationship, everyone around him will die.

The killer understood what Nobuhiro was asking, and he replied nervously: "Brother, you should know the rules of our industry. It is taboo to leak employer information..."

"boom--"

A brilliant blood flower bloomed on the killer's waist, instantly staining the wood-colored floor red.

Nobushige didn't have the patience to talk nonsense with this man.

"Employer's name," he repeated.

The pain in his waist and abdomen once made it difficult for the killer to breathe. He held on to prevent himself from falling. The hand covering the wound could clearly feel the warm blood flowing away, just like his life.

Nothing is as important as life. After realizing the ruthlessness of the man behind him, the killer did not hesitate anymore. He decisively spit out a name: "Soichiro Miyama."

Nobushige knocked the man unconscious with a knife. He casually put the man to the ground and turned around to leave.

However, just as he reached the door of the hotel room, Nobushige walked back again.

Sure enough, he still couldn't "just watch" others die in his own hands - even if this person was a killer whose hands were stained with countless innocent blood.

Nobuhiro tore off a sheet and tied the wound casually but professionally, giving him a simple treatment.

Doing these things for a killer seems a bit redundant, but Nobuhiro will not regret it, and he will never regret any of his decisions. Because at this moment, he is not qualified to make decisions for his past self. All he can control is the present and the future.

Nobushige knew that his investigation of EVIL tonight would not be hidden from EVIL's top management. They would soon know who had attracted the attention of the organization, and they would soon find out what these killers had done without telling EVIL. No orderly and hierarchical organization can allow this kind of thing - except maybe the winery, BOSS and Rum are quite Buddhist in these aspects - then what awaits these four people will only be dealt with from the top.

They are certain to die.

Therefore, Shinfan does not have any psychological burden, and he should not have any psychological burden in the first place.

After helping the killer treat his wounds, Nobuhiro spent some time cleaning up any traces he might have left. He wiped off the shoe prints on the floor, sprinkled fine dust, picked up the hair that had accidentally fallen, and quietly blended into the darkness as it came.

As soon as he left the hotel, without any need for words, Hiroki had already consciously reported the information he had retrieved: "Soichiro Miyama, the president of Miyama Shoji. He is a successful entrepreneur. He returned to his alma mater, Yokohama Marine, half a year ago. The university gave a speech.”

Nobushige cleaned his face and disguised himself just in case: "What is the useful information?"

Hiroki choked at his words.

How did he know what useful information Zhu Fu Jingguang had in mind? Isn't this matter very simple? Miyama Soichiro hired a killer to assassinate Asano Nobuhiro. What else can he dig out of Miyama Soichiro?

After not hearing Hiroki's answer for a long time, Nobuhiro took out his phone in confusion and tapped the screen. The grease on his fingers while taking off the disguise left light traces on the screen.

"What kind of information do you want?" Hiroki reluctantly stuck his head out and asked, "I have saved all the information about Miyama Soichiro from his birth to the present in your mobile phone."

Hearing this, Xinfan said helplessly: "Why do I need such old information? You only need to tell me whether he has been in contact with strange people or done strange things recently. That's enough."