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Just before the other party's finger pulled the trigger, he used the enhanced mental perception field of the Flame Necklace to detect the other party's killing intent and muscle movements in advance.
He moved to the right first, seemingly narrowly avoiding the bullet, but in fact, he had everything under control.
At the same time, Qingze casually waved his hand.
The invisible wind blades condensed and shot out again.
The mercenary, who was firing wildly, abruptly stopped roaring.
His head, with a distorted expression, was separated from his body.
The out-of-control gun barrel finally rose upwards, hitting the ceiling and leaving several bullet holes before falling silent completely.
When the remaining two mercenaries found that firearms were completely ineffective, they resorted to more extreme methods.
One of them roared and yanked the safety pin off the grenade, intending to throw it forward.
Qingze moved his fingers slightly.
The wind blade precisely grazed the man's forearm, which was holding the grenade.
His arm was severed at the elbow, and the grenade he was holding about to explode fell to the ground with a "thud".
"Do not!!!"
Under the mercenary's desperate gaze, the grenade exploded!
boom! ! !
The shrapnel, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, instantly embedded itself in his torso and face.
He didn't even get a chance to scream before he fell straight down.
The last mercenary, witnessing this scene, had a look of madness on his face.
He suddenly ripped open his coat, revealing a row of explosives strapped to his waist.
"You damned devil! You should go to hell with me!!!"
He roared, trying to detonate it.
Qingze's eyes remained expressionless; he simply waved his hand again.
A more condensed wind blade sliced across at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
Swish.
The mercenary's body, along with the explosives at his waist, was neatly cut in two.
His upper body fell to the ground, his internal organs and blood splattering out.
The intense pain caused him to let out inhuman howls.
Being cut in half at the waist won't result in instant death like in TV dramas.
On the contrary, a person can live for a period of time after being cut in half at the waist.
Although none of the people who were cut in half wanted to continue living.
The mercenaries' desperate screams struck the broker's eardrums and heart like heavy hammer blows.
He was so frightened that his legs trembled violently, and warm liquid soaked his crotch.
Furuya couldn't understand why they, who had an overwhelming firepower advantage, were wiped out in an instant.
These are elite soldiers who survived real battlefields!
His face was deathly pale. Looking at the demon-like figure, his lips trembled as he tried to utter words of pleading: "I...I..."
However, Qingze did not give him any chance.
With a flick of the wrist, a wind blade appeared.
The real estate agent's head, filled with endless fear, was severed from his neck.
The label "Black Market Merchant" turned red and disappeared into Qingze's brow.
In a short period of time, absorbing the power of six red name tags in succession, the surging warm current flowing into the magical stream in the dantian brought a much stronger and more comfortable sense of amplification than a single tag.
"what……"
Qingze sighed contentedly, as if he had drunk a fine wine.
He walked to the landline phone in the living room, picked up the receiver, and skillfully dialed the Metropolitan Police Department's number.
Before the operator on the other end could ask any questions, he said quickly in a low voice, "There's a bomb in the ventilation ducts of the underground shopping mall at the west exit of Shinjuku Station."
There are also bombs inside the main support structure at the base of Tokyo Skytree.
The operator on the other end of the phone was clearly shocked by this sudden news. After a moment of stunned silence, she hurriedly asked, "How...how do you know all this?! Who are you?!"
Qingze spoke clearly into the microphone:
"I'm a fox."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Chapter 115 Brings You Big News
Jingle Bell!
The silence inside the surveillance vehicle was shattered by the urgent ringing of a cell phone.
Kiyoshi Kaneda shifted his gaze from the row of monitor screens flashing black and white images in front of him.
He took out his phone and glanced at the screen. It was a call from the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters. He immediately pressed the answer button.
"Hello, it's me. What happened?"
"Deputy team leader, we just received an urgent message: Fox... Fox has issued a bomb threat against us!"
Upon hearing this news, Kiyoshi Kaneda's first reaction was that it was absurd.
Fox? Bomb threat?
This is completely inconsistent with his analysis and profiling of the "fox's" behavior patterns to date.
He calmed himself down and said in a serious tone, "Tell me the whole story in detail, from beginning to end."
The team member on the other end of the phone didn't dare to delay and quickly recounted the conversation between the operator and "Fox".
After listening, Kiyoshi Kaneda immediately made a judgment.
This is not a bomb threat at all.
"Arrange for bomb disposal experts to go to the location Fox mentioned on the phone to conduct a search!"
He decisively ordered, "At the same time, immediately trace the source of that phone call signal!"
"Yes!"
The team members responded immediately.
Kiyoshi Kaneda could hear hurried footsteps and static from the communication equipment coming through the receiver.
After a while, the team member's voice came again: "Deputy team leader, we found it! The signal source address is 5-18-2 Ikebukuro!"
Kiyoshi Kaneda said quickly, "Immediately notify the Ikebukuro Police Station and nearby patrol officers to go to the address and cordon off the scene."
At the same time, dispatch the forensic team immediately.
"understand!"
After hanging up the phone, Kiyoshi Kaneda's expression turned serious.
Brad, who was standing nearby, immediately turned his head and asked, "Is it the fox's case?"
"Ah."
Kiyoshi Kaneda nodded, his gaze sweeping once more over the monitor screen where Yukio Kawai was leisurely drinking.
He pondered, "Since the fox has appeared in Ikebukuro, the possibility of him appearing in Ota Ward is extremely slim."
Let's close the net.
He made this decision because Yukio Kawai had booked a flight to Canada for 8 p.m. tonight.
If "The Fox" really intends to make a move against Yukio Kawai, tonight is the last chance.
However, "Fox" was currently active in Toshima Ward. Given Tokyo's traffic conditions, it would be virtually impossible for him to reach Ota Ward before Kawai boarded the plane, intercept him, and carry out the assassination.
This means that their carefully planned "fishing" operation has failed.
Brad frowned, staring at Yukio Kawai on the screen, muttering to himself, "Why is the fox not reacting to this guy at all?"
“Our plan has likely been leaked, and he knows it’s a trap.”
"This is impossible!"
Brad instinctively retorted, "Those involved in this operation are all trustworthy people on our side!"
Are they all really on our side?
Kiyoshi Kaneda asked a meaningful question in return.
This statement caused Brad to fall silent abruptly.
He began to quickly review the participants in the operation in his mind.
First of all, he brought people directly from the Seventh Fleet, so their loyalty is beyond question.
But... what about the CIA agents who are responsible for cooperating and providing intelligence support?
Are they on the same page as me?
To outsiders, the CIA and the U.S. Seventh Fleet both belong to the U.S. system, so they are naturally considered "one of us".
However, the United States is riddled with factions.
"America of the Democrats," "America of the Republicans," "America of the CIA," "America of the Seventh Fleet"...
Every department and every interest group has its own interests and demands.
Do those people in the CIA really want the "fox" to be caught quickly?
If the "fox," this "threat from Xia," continues to go unpunished, wouldn't they have a reason to apply to Congress for more funding and resources for their activities?