It was just the blink of an eye.
The gun-wielding assassin fell into intense hallucinations and began to flail around on the spot.
Gu Ji hid behind a tree and observed for a mont.
After confirming that the other party had completely lost autonomous consciousness, he slowly approached, first delivering a whip kick to knock the gun out of his hand, then quickly disarming him of another pistol after his gaze swept across the man’s waist.
What surprised him a bit was.
That both pistols were not South Korean-made K5, but rather Baikdu Mountain guns from North Korea, a knockoff version of the CZ75. Though the weapons seed old, they were reliable, highly accurate, and comfortable to handle, just like the NZ75, which Xia had also copied back in the day.
The one the assassin fired was even equipped with an Osprey silencer.
The serial numbers of the three main components — slide, slide seat, and barrel — had all been filed off, aning these two guns were untraceable, and in case of any incident, the bla could easily be shifted to North Korea.
The man’s facial features were also typical of a military style.
Like "Jin Zhijiu," rough lines, sharp angles, younger than the previous Jin Canyu, with seemingly better skills. His hands were full of calluses, and his elbows were covered with a thick layer of skin, indicating that he had undergone special training for years.
Gu Ji carefully searched the gunman’s body once more.
He found a car ODM controller, two phones, an old North Korean AKM tactical knife, two concussion bombs, and three spare magazines.
Going through the motions completely, he really wondered where the military found these antiques.
He brushed off all the poisoned stingers from the assassin’s body with his sleeve.
Finally, he raised the gun, aiming it at the assassin’s head and torso.
Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger repeatedly.
Bang Bang Bang!
After emptying an entire magazine, the assassin’s head looked like a beehive, and blood trickled down his neck, staining the collar of his gray hoodie red.
Gu Ji lowered the gun.
The reason for his actions was simple.
Although keeping the assassin alive might uncover more secrets, he could judge from the person’s conduct and skills that he had undoubtedly been subjected to special military training for a long ti.
Such a person would seize any opportunity to fight back, even if tied up.
Gu Ji was alone, and he didn’t want any mid-way mishaps.
Moreover, he couldn’t explain the Poison Needle Trap mine.
Two unard prosecutors and a gang thug would arouse suspicion from anyone if they managed to capture a military special ops mber unscathed. To ensure the continuity of future actions and for "Jin Zhijiu’s" path ahead, he had to dispose of the assassin.
Gu Ji dragged the assassin’s body and Cui Ridou’s body onto the black Hyundai sedan.
Using the excuse of avoiding detection by passersby, he could freely tamper with the scene.
This served his storytelling purposes better.
Inside the car, Gu Ji tapped the steering wheel with the forefinger of his left hand and checked the man’s phone with his right. Other than so location information, there were no valuable clues inside.
After much thought, he took out his phone and called Li Xianzhen.
Exactly.
He was now in direct conflict with the military.
Given the magnitude of the incident, only the Cheongwadae’s secretarial office chief could handle it.
Moreover, he had helped the South Korean Governnt so much, and if this matter couldn’t be clarified for him, the ga was as good as over.
"Mr. Jin, is there an issue?"
"Mr. Li, I was just chased and shot at, two people died at the scene."
On the phone, Li Xianzhen seed to be eating.
Hearing Gu Ji’s words, there was a distinct sound of a chair being pushed back, suggesting that he stood up in surprise.
"What exactly happened?"
"I seem to have discovered so secrets of the Wushan Base military." Gu Ji narrated the whole event.
After a long pause, Li Xianzhen let out a breath.
"I’ll send soone to pick you up imdiately, where are you now?"
"On the expressway from Pingze to Seoul."
After hanging up, Gu Ji recorded the conversation and set a tid email to automatically send to Jiang Youzhen and Lin Renna three days later.
Although he didn’t think Li Xianzhen would betray him, considering even the national governnt’s core powers were concealing things for the military, he couldn’t see a way it could backfire.
But everything must follow the "add one more layer of danger" principle.
Setting the tid email was at least an extra layer of insurance for himself.
The efficiency of Cheongwadae was remarkably high.
In about half an hour, a black Hyundai Genesis sedan stopped next to him.
The car door opened, and three tall n, wearing black suits, tactical headsets, and masks, got out.
"Hello Mr. Jin, we’re from Cheongwadae Security, please get in the car, we’ll handle the scene for you."
"Okay."
Gu Ji rubbed the blood off his gloves, handed the gun over to the security team leader, and then climbed into the back seat of the Genesis sedan with his briefcase.
Through the window, he saw the security reversing the Hyundai sedan in the opposite direction, driving it elsewhere.
The vehicle went all the way to the Seoul city area and didn’t head to Cheongwadae but instead found a standalone villa near the city.
"Mr. Jin, we’re here, this is one of Cheongwadae’s safe houses, the security inside is tight enough to ensure your safety!"
"Where is Mr. Li?"
"He’s already on his way, please don’t worry."
Gu Ji could only follow the security personnel into the villa.
In the yard, two suited security guards were stationed at the front door of the house. After inputting a password and fingerprint, the room’s layout inside was no different from a typical family ho.
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