Chapter 263 The greater the power, the greater the responsibility

Onmyoji opened his blurry eyes, looked at Yin Hui, and finally smiled miserably, without saying a word, slowly closed his eyes and fell on his seat.

"Damn, I want to commit suicide?" Yin Hui's thought came to his mind, trying to open his mouth so that he would not commit suicide by taking poison or biting his tongue.

But it was too late, and a line of blood flowed out of his mouth.

"Damn it." Yin Hui kicked him away and jumped out of the car.

Jingtie said coldly: "This guy pretends to be dead and sends him to the hospital for rescue."

"Pretending to be dead?" Yin Hui looked at the Onmyoji with pale face and closed eyes with some disbelief.

"Yes, the Japanese like to pretend to be dead. If they really want to die, they will commit suicide by cesarean section, which is the so-called true loyalty to the emperor." Jingtiao preached without fear of wasting his words.

"I understand." Yin Huiying finally learned another trick.

But this guy vomited all over his body, how could he carry him?

"Special forces, carry him on and send him to the hospital. I will send someone to take care of him. Don't forget to let the doctor inject him with sedatives. The rest, follow me to the US Embassy in China." Thorn ordered them, and at the same time quickly turned around and left.

The special forces soldier didn't care about the mess, grabbed the Onmyoji's arm with both hands, carried him to his shoulders, and walked in front with big strides. He was still afraid that Onmyoji would wake up by himself, and he would not be able to deal with him by himself.

The rest followed the thorns into the car, and drove towards the U.S. Embassy in China under the lead of the American Hummer.

"Yin Hunyi, look, what level does this Onmyoji belong to in the Japanese Onmyoji family?" Jingthorn looked at Yin Hun who was dedicated to driving with eager eyes.

"In my opinion... this guy may also be at the level of a small leader, otherwise it would be impossible for him to come out alone to perform tasks."

After hearing his analysis, Jingtie nodded thoughtfully.

"But I think this guy has his own ideas when he actually entered the tiger's den. Maybe he would think we would go to the US Embassy in China according to the information from the superiors." Coldonan put forward his own opinions.

"Well, you're right, I think so too." Yin Hui also nodded.

"But where did the head of the head receive the order?" This was the last question, but no one could answer it.

The bustling Xidan Building is filled with people, and the colorful neon lights embellish this place into a world of colors.

The majestic and spectacular US Embassy in China is standing quietly and peacefully among the crowd, as if proving to the Chinese people that with me, the world is peaceful.

"Is there any false information on the top? There is no Japanese Onmyoji attack here?" Looking at the US Embassy standing in this prosperous world, Yin Hui raised his doubts.

"Yes." The scalpel also echoed: "It seems that the information from the top is just to lead us out of the comprehensive office so that the Japanese Onmyoji can start to blow up the comprehensive office."

"Shut up." Jingtie suddenly shouted loudly.

Everyone knew the dangerous situation when Thorns got angry, so they closed their mouths and stopped talking.

She frowned and thought for a long time, but in the end she didn't come up with any clues.

The world seemed to have frozen, and no one dared to speak, and even the sound of breathing was deliberately lowered a lot.

"Yin Hun, how do you think this matter... explains?" Jing Thorn finally focused his helping eyes on Yin Hun.

When she asked this, everyone at the scene was stunned.

I can't guess what position Yin Hui was put in in the heart of this stubborn woman.

Even Yin Hui himself was a little flattered and hurriedly said his thoughts: "In my opinion, is there any traitor among the people who provide us with information?"

"Traitor?" Everyone who was stunned by Yin Hui's bold idea stared at Yin Hui incredibly: "You can eat food, and you can talk nonsense."

"All such fake information can be provided to us. Could it be that the first source of the fake information was deliberately provided to us by the other party's spy?"

Regardless of what Yin Hui said, the people at the scene were just looking disbelieving.

In the end, they focused their help on Thorns, hoping that she could make the final decision.

"This...is possible." Jingtie couldn't make up his mind. Although he was still a little denial of this idea, this idea was spoken from Yin Hui's mouth, and she was more or less convinced.

"Let's go, let's go to the hospital to interrogate the Onmyoji." Jingtie got into the car casually and closed the door with a clang.

It was obvious that this incident made her very unhappy because she couldn't explain it.

Everyone looked at each other, then shrugged, expressing their helplessness, and also got into the car.

When he came back, he drove with a scalpel, while Yin Hui sat peacefully in the car and looked at the surrounding scenery, feeling a little melancholy.

He had to deal with death every day. Is it too hard for such a life? He even considered whether to quit this high-paying job.

However, when he thought of his superiors' values, his values ​​on himself, and his dependence on him, he completely gave up this idea. He should forget it, take one step at a time, and serve his name while saving his life.

Who made me born to be the savior of human life, the savior of the world, and the earth without me, it would be impossible to turn.

There is a saying that goes, the greater the power, the greater the responsibility. When I am about to be promoted by my superiors, does it also mean that my responsibility will become greater and greater?

This problem made him a little dizzy and he stopped thinking about it.

The transparent and round light bulb was hanging in the air, and the light released illuminated a small area around. Moths were lingering around. Even though they knew they were dying, they still did not change their never-submission heart.

Slap sex.

Under the highway bridge, a group of children were setting off firecrackers, and the crackling sound was crisp in his ears, making him miss his childhood.

But it was this string of firecrackers that suddenly reminded him of something.

Firecrackers, bombs, bombs, firecrackers.

Thinking of the word bomb, his head exploded.

"Thorns." Yin Hui shouted suddenly.

His throat was too sudden, and everyone in the car trembled, looking at Yin Hui like a monster.

"What's wrong?" asked the calm and steady Bramble, curiously.

"Bomb." Yin Hui's voice was extremely miserable, but his expression was filled with bitter smiles.

"Bomb?" She also repeated in surprise, then patted her head and cursed: "Damn, why did I forget this? Let's go, hurry up and go to the comprehensive office of the Daxing Branch."

After being reminded in secret by Jingthorn, everyone suddenly woke up.

When Onmyoji went, there was a bomb tied around his waist, but when he came back, the bomb disappeared without a trace. Isn’t this enough to explain the problem?

It must have been Onmyoji who threw the bomb into a certain area while he was spinning around the car.

When the driver's scalpel was in a mess, he had many treasures in it. If he really exploded like this, wouldn't everything be started over?

The worst-looking explosionist was about to cry. It contained his research efforts and dozens of patents. He was preparing to quit his job as the incredible group of the National Security Bureau and apply for a patent. If he succeeded, it would be impossible for him to claim his rebirth of Nobel in the future.

But now it seems that all dreams will disappear with this explosion.

Now his mind is full of explosions, explosions, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang…

He didn't even know if he could stand out from the car door when he saw the explosion scene later.

The scalpel looked at the crying expression on the face of the Blaster's face and probably guessed the whole story. So he compared him with his own losses.

Compared with the loss of the explosion hand, what is that little money? I felt a lot more relaxed and even had the smell of gloating.

The yellow Hummer flew over the highway like crazy, raising a thick stream of dust.

From a distance, I saw a black smoke rising into the sky, crowded with people watching the fun, and their cars couldn't squeeze in at all.

"Scrape the police lights." Coldau ordered south.
Chapter completed!