If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 170 Miss Suzuki
It was Ms. Suzuki who was the receptionist in the lobby of Genji Heavy Industries who first noticed the abnormality.

From around 11:30 noon, Ms. Suzuki found a small Toyota pickup truck with dozens of tanks of gas parked outside the building. It lasted three hours without moving a bit, but there were a few jobs that didn’t look like a gas company at all. The staff guy was circling around the pickup truck, jumping up and down.

"This is Suzuki at the front desk. May I ask if the company has made an appointment for someone from the gas company to come to overhaul today?" After thinking for a long time, Miss Suzuki decided to press the one-touch dial button on the landline to connect to the company's management. After all, Genji Heavy Industries is positioned as a special president It feels weird to have such a car parked outside.

"No?" After a pause of two seconds, Ms. Suzuki received a negative answer: "There is a car with a gas tank parked outside the company for a long time, yes, it is on the road next to the main entrance, it feels quite dangerous, and there is no one in the cab .”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, as if several people were discussing something, and finally made a decision.

Ms. Suzuki nodded after listening to the management's decision: "If it's not possible, you can find a tow truck to tow it away, right? Okay, I'll ask the security to negotiate first and see if I can't find the owner of the car. Thank you, sorry for your trouble. .”

After hanging up the landline, the reception lady waved for the security guard and explained the matter in detail. After the five-year-old security guard with a weapon on his head nodded to express his understanding, he greeted a few companions and pushed open the glass door and walked out.

Then after about 1 minute, the explosion happened.

The shock wave and thick smoke almost instantly shattered all the glass curtain walls on the ground floor of Genji Heavy Industries at the same time. The broken glass like a knife was swept into the ground floor of the hall with the hot blast of the explosion. As if losing weight, it flew up with the people sitting above, its arms and thighs 'dancing' in the air, and its faces were full of bewildered and helpless faces.

When the explosion happened, several employees who were close to the glass curtain wall hadn't even reacted. The shock wave sent them flying into the air. The glass shards that hit them sealed their throats in the next step, and they fell to the ground and broke their limbs. He couldn't even do the movement of covering his neck, allowing a large amount of blood to flow out on the gray and dirty ground and gather into a dirty pool of blood.

Everything in the hall was punched by an invisible giant, and flew further in tatters, until it hit a wall or a heavy object that was rooted to the ground, it would stop and fall to the ground.Objects would roll around a few times, while people hit the ground with a "slap" like a heavy water bag, motionless, and if there was some damage, some thick red stuff contained in the water bag would flow out.

In contrast, the people in the waiting area of ​​the sofa were more fortunate. They were thrown under the sofa and successfully avoided the direct damage of the shock wave, and also avoided the indirect damage of glass, sandstone, iron filings, plastic and other shrapnel. , Their arms and thighs can still be seen twitching in the black smoke after the explosion, and they are probably still immersed in the tinnitus and dizziness caused by the loud noise.

The round green leaves of the 'White Butterfly' planted on both sides of the gate were naturally smashed into a sieve, and the broken green leaves were lifted several meters high by the black smoke. Floating down from the ruins, lying in the center of the devastated hall.

The porcelain white wall with the Genji Heavy Industries LOGO was cut and full of cracks by the spatter, and there was no other sound except the dense car sirens on the street outside the building amidst the rolling black smoke.

Ding dong.

A few smoke bombs rolled in from the gate with only the iron frame left to break the dead silence. The white smoke rose like a curtain and filled most of the space in just a few tens of seconds, obscuring the cameras that were still working.

Several figures emerged from the white smoke and rushed into the hall. They wore different costumes but all wore Pokemon series headgear, and carried cold and hot weapons on their waists, long knives, daggers, rifles, and even Others carried an RPG-7B anti-tank rocket launcher on their shoulders.

"It feels a little criminal. Exploding gas tanks in the street feels like a terrorist?" The man wearing a Jenny turtle headgear played with a short dagger in his hand, chewed his gum, and scanned the mess around him, passing by a man lying in a pool of blood. She clicked her lips when she fitted the female secretary in black stockings in a small suit, probably because she thought it was a pity.

"Everyone is not a good person, so please stop talking nonsense that wastes time." The woman with the fire-breathing hood and the RPG pulled out a pistol and killed the half-dead man who grabbed her ankle and tried to keep him.

"Our goal is the 33rd floor. After the explosion, the target is on the 33rd floor. Don't fall in love with any units you meet along the way." The fire-breathing dragon patted the walkie-talkie on his chest: "If you encounter trouble, notify the nearest people immediately. This time our Lord is making a quick decision."

"As far as we know, there are three safe passages in this building and two elevators, which are divided into VIP elevators and employee elevators. The VIP elevators require ID cards, and there are spare ID cards at the front desk. According to the plan, the seeds of the frog and the Squirrel , you take safe passages A and B respectively, and Pikachu and I take safe passage C, Blastoise, you go to the front desk to find a spare ID card and take the VIP elevator to the management to control those top people."

"As expected of the team leader." Pikachu carried a box and expressed his admiration to the fire-breathing dragon captain.

"This kind of division of labor can be easily arranged by everyone, right?" The fire-breathing dragon captain didn't seem to want to accept this flattery.

"No, I mean you can memorize the names of all the pokemon in just half a day without watching "Pokemon" is amazing"

The fire-breathing dragon captain pinched his eyebrows and seemed to have a headache: "Pikachu, don't talk about things that have nothing to do with the mission."

"Yes!" Pikachu immediately stood at attention, and finally felt that it was not enough, so he added: "Pika Pika!"

The fire-breathing dragon captain almost had the urge to shoot Pikachu Lidi, why didn't he find such a funny guy mixed in with the elite team when he called up the manpower?
After the division of labor was completed, several Pokemon immediately scattered and rushed into the elevator and the safe passage, leaving only the thug wearing a Blastoise headgear leisurely walking towards the front desk with a gold-plated sand eagle, and scooped up the Pokemon from behind. Miss Yoshiko Suzuki, who was still in tinnitus when she got up, received the receptionist.

"English が话せるの (Can you speak English)?" Blastoise slowly picked up Ms. Suzuki, whose face was covered with bloody glass scum, with the barrel of a pistol, and asked respectively in 'Japanese' and 'English'. Say more than once.

"I can." Unexpectedly, Ms. Suzuki was surprisingly resilient, and she was able to organize words under such circumstances.

"It's still conscious, that's easy to say." Blastoise touched his chin, and looked up and down at the beautiful Miss Suzuki.

The blast tore off pieces of Ms. Suzuki's clothes, revealing a few touches of whiteness, which were particularly eye-catching in the smoke and dust. This moved him, a pervert who was originally obsessed with gunfights and women's sex, and couldn't help but think that Japanese people are all A face-conscious nation, the bigger the company, the more so.Even if dust and glass shards scratched this woman's face, judging from her outline and figure, it is clear that she is a beauty who is not weaker than a plane model standing on the street. This kind of talent does not want to be the boss's secretary but Come to the front desk to be a receptionist?What a waste of money.

For a while, Blastoise had a lot of rambling thoughts, and the Sand Eagle barrel in his hand was raised and then burrowed into Miss Suzuki's neckline. For the perverts, even if some things were out of season, they could only add a little bit to them. Sexual interest.

Hunters are all jobs of licking blood with the tip of a knife. They gather all kinds of people from all over the world. Under the huge rewards and the high pressure of life and death, it is quite normal to have a few perverts occasionally, and the water arrow turtle is naturally that pervert. Before this mission, he could be regarded as a slutty guy who could kill people like dogs under gunfire in Yemen, the Middle East, while tearing whole wheat bread in refugee slums to buy young girls for entertainment.

It is said that he came with a reward of 2000 million U.S. dollars for this mission. Murdering a general in a war-torn country in the Middle East is only 500 million U.S. dollars. During the period, he had to risk being caught by various heavy weapons and drones. The danger of bombing.

But here, you can get 2000 million yuan for killing an underage boy from a third-rate arms company in a peaceful country. Even if it is divided into cooperative teams, there are 500 million bonuses. For him, it was as simple as a vacation.

For something like a vacation, there must be scenery, and the cherry blossoms that bloom in early March in Japan are barely counted.Drinks are required, and I heard that the two flavors of shochu and sake are a blessing that cannot be enjoyed elsewhere.If there is a beauty, isn't this beauty in his hands right now?
Although the plan of the fire-breathing dragon captain is very precise, it is obvious that controlling the high-level is not a particularly important part of the mission. Delaying a few minutes in other small places is not a big problem, right?
The weak Miss Suzuki lowered her eyes and sat slumped on the front desk (she was pulled and carried to the table), Blastoise picked the barrel of the gold-plated sand eagle on her jaw and tore off her black buttocks skirt, but when he was about to take the next move, an accident happened, but his perspective was suddenly pierced by a spot of light, and his eyes suddenly went blank and he lost his vision!

On the desk at the front desk, Miss Suzuki suddenly held a broken lens in her hand. It was this lens that reflected light and blinded the thugs in front of her!

After all, Blastoise is also an experienced hunter who has been born and died. He forced his eyes wide open while leaning back to try to open the distance and raise his gun to fight back - unfortunately, the distance he opened was not enough. Lose the effect, but if the distance between the two sides is less than one meter and within the critical distance, the unarmed will have enough opportunities to reverse this situation.

Raising his hand, he pointed the Sand Eagle at the position where Miss Suzuki was slumped in his memory, but before he could shoot, he was hit by the gun body of the Sand Eagle and the inside of his forearm by a lightning strike, and the Sand Eagle flew out and fell. Landed on the ground and slid for half a meter, Miss Suzuki, who was clutching the sharp lens in her hand, had already jumped in front of him like a leopard in his field of vision!
Blastoise felt a chill in his heart, and at the same time, his hands were not slow. His fast and fast right hand grabbed Miss Suzuki's jaw and thumb, and his left hand pressed down with all his strength to force the sharp lens in the opponent's hand. The flesh and blood of the palm of the hand was cut off together, and fell to the ground together with the lens. This kind of severe pain can make anyone howl and temporarily lose the ability of logical thinking.

Blastoise drew back and was about to pull out the spare pistol at the back of his waist, but Miss Suzuki grabbed his cuff with a palm that had lost half of his flesh and was dragged to the ground, even using his strength to crawl Get up and want to attack further!
"Crazy woman, let go!" Water Arrow Turtle took out a spare pistol and pointed it at Miss Suzuki's head on the ground, and was about to shoot. He shouldered the bullet in the gun chamber, his body trembled and slammed into his arms at the same time, a knee butt and a dive sprint knocked him down, and sat heavily on him!
The eyes of the turtle on the ground protruded and his mouth opened, but he did not forget to fight back even in the severe pain. He grabbed Miss Suzuki's neckline and pulled it towards his face while shrinking down. This is when he is overwhelmed in jujitsu. A technique to get away, the tiles on the ground instantly magnified in Ms. Suzuki's eyes. If the tiles fell and concussed, she would not have to run away, but she covered her face with her hands as expected, and the whole person was in a hurry Roll forward and leave the body of the water arrow turtle.

"Bitch, you're finished!" Finally pulling away, Water Arrow Turtle rolled over with red eyes and took out the dagger on the side of his thigh and got up from the ground, but when he turned around, he saw kneeling on the ground with a gold-plated sand eagle pointed at his Miss Suzuki.

The distance between the two was kept at three meters, seven steps away.

"you--"

The gunshots were loud, and Ms. Suzuki fired continuously with a grim face. The muzzle flame sprayed large-caliber bullets, accompanied by the frantic jumping of the muzzle, and made bloody cavities one after another in the water arrow turtle. After falling to the ground and trembling, She also didn’t forget to empty all the bullets in the magazine against the corpses on the ground—this was her habit. Before retiring from the special police force, there was a clear regulation that once a shot was fired during a mission, all bullets must be poured out to ensure the death of the enemy.

Almost after the deafening explosion of the Sand Eagle pierced Blastoise's chest, she lowered the gun in her hand to relax her tense arm muscles, and took out the shattered screen in her pocket with her still intact left hand. The phone turned on the screen, and she made a call while taking off her high heels—she had completed the entire battle just now while wearing high heels.

After the call was connected, Ms. Suzuki was finally relieved.

"Is the owner of Ryoma? There are some small problems in the company building."

"Well, some people died. The situation is still under control."

"How is the subordinate injured? Oh, the master is still so gentle. The subordinate only suffered a slight injury, and he still has the strength to pursue."

In the hall filled with smoke, Ms. Suzuki, holding a phone, trotted to load the gold-plated Sand Eagle and chased to the safe passage not far away. When passing by the corpse of the Blastoise, she did not forget to kick the bad man's lower body. Spit.Many people who were still alive behind her also shook their heads and stood up. Seeing the corpse of the water arrow turtle on the ground, they all sighed after realizing what happened, and began to search for the nearest murder weapon independently.

——They probably have to work overtime again today.

(End of this chapter)