Chapter 1881: Temporary Performance

Gelin's face flushed red, looking as if he were about to die on the spot.

The bodyguards' perpetually unchanging poker faces suddenly turned extremely ugly; if anything happened to Gelin, they would inevitably be held accountable!

Qiaozhi looked at the empty water cup beside him and laughed heartlessly.

"You didn't actually eat that pill, did you?"

"No way, no way!"

Gelin's flushed cheeks turned even redder, but because he had been shot in the chest, he had no Method to utter a single word.

He could only retch continuously, wanting to spit the pill out of his mouth.

But it seemed to have not the slightest effect.

The two captured assassins laughed, "Qiaozhi, your brother is about to die, and you're still laughing!"

"That was a pill made from a poisonous toad; he won't survive."

Qiaozhi held that pill in his hand and shoved it into the assassin's mouth at that very moment, pressing down sharply; the assassin had wanted to use his tongue to block it.

But Qiaozhi didn't give him that chance at all, forcing him to swallow the pill directly.

The assassin stared at Qiaozhi in horror, fear flashing in his eyes.

Qiaozhi laughed coldly: "Now you're poisoned too; how about considering handing over the antidote?"

The assassin looked around and sneered: "Hand it over? Can I live?"

"No."

The assassin chuckled: "Since that's the case, why should I hand over the antidote? It wouldn't be bad to have someone to cushion my fall."

Qiaozhi sighed and said: "Gelin, look, no matter how I pressure them, they won't hand over the antidote."

"These two assassins intend to throw their lives away for that bastard Daoqi; there are such stupid people in this world."

Gelin stopped struggling, opened his hand to reveal a pill—it was that very poison.

Seeing this turn of events, everyone was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the two of them, they didn't know why they would do this.

Qiaozhi chuckled and explained: "Don't misunderstand, we two were just too bored here and wanted to find some amusement."

"So we put on this little play."

"Gelin, I told you this script was too trashy, but you wouldn't listen. Just think, in this situation, we catch two spies and don't kill them, but instead force them to take poison to make them hand over the antidote—who would make a poison and also make an antidote? Otherwise, how would you poison someone to death?"

Qiaozhi looked at the two assassins and said to himself: "Am I right?"

Gelin waved his hand in protest; he had adapted this from those martial arts stories popular in Longyan.

Such a plot device was something one could never tire of in martial arts stories.

Gelin pursed his lips and didn't continue speaking.

The assassins finally realized that the scene just now was a script the two had discussed beforehand, a clumsy performance.

"You played us!"

"If you want to kill, then kill! Why so much nonsense!" the assassin said angrily.

Qiaozhi shook his head and said with a faint smile: "You probably don't know, ever since we two were protected by General Amotisi's bodyguards, Daoqi hasn't been able to come."

"We both saw his expression day by day, anxious to get Gelin killed, but he had no way to strike directly here."

"That expression was too interesting."

"It's a pity I won't see it anymore, but it's a good thing you came and offered us such a performance."

Hearing Qiaozhi's words, the assassin was slightly stunned, staring at Qiaozhi without moving his gaze: "You were waiting for us to come and kill you!"

Qiaozhi nodded.

He changed his previous exaggerated expression and said calmly: "Yes, we two were just waiting for Daoqi to come and kill us."

"Even without General Amotisi's bodyguards, we were waiting for Daoqi to make a move, but that coward never dared to do it."

"Later, when General Astimo offered to protect us, I was a bit disappointed, but then I thought, with bodyguards, the difficulty is higher, which would definitely force Daoqi to act even more."

Qiaozhi took a revolver from under his pillow and sighed: "What a pity, after preparing for so long, it didn't come in handy."

The assassin raised an eyebrow: "So if Daoqi makes a move, he is bound to die?"

Qiaozhi nodded.

The assassin laughed again; he had originally thought they were the ones plotting against others, but he hadn't expected that from start to finish, it was the others plotting against them.

As long as the two of them were caught, even if they didn't die, it would sooner or later be investigated back to Daoqi.

He was undoubtedly going to die.

For this, he was thoroughly impressed by Qiaozhi.

Qiaozhi said: "However, I still hope the two of you will personally confess the crimes Daoqi has committed; this will make his charges more solid, and when we move against him, no one will object."

"No, I absolutely will not..."

Bang!

The assassin's words and expression remained frozen for an instant; the color in his eyes gradually faded.

Qiaozhi gently blew the smoke from the revolver in his hand and said indifferently: "I didn't ask you to actually confess."

Qiaozhi signaled with his eyes, took out a pre-written list of Daoqi's crimes, and the two bodyguards pressed the handprint of the now-dead assassin onto it.

Qiaozhi looked coldly at the nurse assassin beside him who had been scared silly by this scene and said calmly: "How do you choose?"

Seeing that she didn't answer, Qiaozhi raised his gun again.

"Forget it, forget it, no matter how you choose, the result is the same."

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the nurse assassin hurriedly shouted: "I'll talk! I'll confess all of Daoqi's crimes."

Qiaozhi didn't pull the trigger; he retracted the gun and grinned at her.

"You should have said so earlier, then there wouldn't have been so much trouble."

Qiaozhi said to the bodyguard: "Someone attempted murder and has been shot dead; the accomplice assassin confessed that they were sent by the frontline commander, Daoqi."

The bodyguard wrote down Qiaozhi's words.

They were immediately submitted to the British Colonial District, to Kelinxi's office.

Meanwhile, another bodyguard was currently leading a team of men to the front line to arrest Daoqi and the others.

After Qiaozhi and Gelin finished all this, they lay calmly on their beds, while the guards were startled by the sound of gunfire coming from inside the hospital.

But upon seeing that General Amotisi's bodyguards were there and realizing the gravity of the situation, they merely helped clean up the room.

The hospital even offered to transfer Qiaozhi and Gelin to a different ward, but they both refused.

For the two of them, spending the night on the battlefield guarding the corpses of enemies and comrades was already a very common occurrence.

Sleeping in a room where someone had died posed no psychological burden for them.

However, tonight, Qiaozhi was uncharacteristically suffering from insomnia.

He thought about what Daoqi had done to Gelin, and he also thought about the death of Qiuer.

He took out the oil painting that Qiuer had handed to him before dying and took a look at it; he had no clues regarding the lifelike little girl with Longyan features depicted on it.

America was too vast; there was no telling how long it would take to find a girl who looked like that.

Moreover, when this painting was made, the little girl could not have been very old.

It was unknown how many years had passed since then.

Trying to find someone based on such an oil painting was just too inconceivable.

Qiaozhi sighed, deciding to do his best to complete this task; perhaps Mr. Qingyang Shuo might have some clues.

Thinking this, Qiaozhi pressed the painting against his chest and fell into a deep sleep...