Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Big brother..."

Vodka tightened his grip on the gun.

A strange guy appeared here...

"Vodka, take the things out of the trunk." Gin's temperament was still tough, and his hands had already started to put a silencer on the pistol.

The warrior wearing a yellow hood, haha, it's a bit funny...

"Yes, brother!" Vodka turned around immediately.

"Who are you?"

Tiejian did not attack immediately, as he was quite curious about the identities of the two men.

He could see that the boy with glasses had changed since he got the news, becoming a little anxious and nervous.

In this kind of weather, they were dressed so warmly, it was really shameful. Moreover, both of them had guns in their hands.

"If you want to live, get out of here and hand over that woman." Gin's tone was cold with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips.

No one will answer your questions.

You just have to do what I say!

Funny samurai...

"Really? It seems we can't have a calm conversation." Tiejian leaned forward slightly, gripping the hilt of the sword with both hands. His eyes became focused and sharp, and the muscles in his waist and legs were tense.

Facing unknown dangerous enemies, we must be serious.

The murderous aura on the other party was of such a level that ordinary people would feel terrified at the mere sight of it.

"cut!"

The iron sword moved.

In just a moment, the figure wearing a hood and kendo uniform in front of Gin disappeared.

No, to be precise, it didn’t disappear. It was so fast that it was beyond the common people’s cognition.

The knife has been unsheathed, and its sharp edge pierces people's hearts.

The cold-blooded killer raised his gun almost instinctively and barely blocked the first knife.

Without the opportunity or angle to shoot, he could only block.

"Danglang~"

The sound of metal falling to the ground was particularly harsh in the silent night, and blood gushed out.

Vodka, who was groping at the rear of the car, was stunned and turned his head to look over.

The eldest brother's pistol was cut off by a knife, and the knife was stained with blood.

This picture, this feeling...

"Now you can answer my question."

"Who are you?"

Tiejian spoke calmly, standing with the sword in hand.

Although he was wearing a funny headgear, the other two people couldn't laugh at all at this time.

This knife is really sharp.

"..."

"Vodka!"

Gin looked at the samurai standing in front of him and suddenly shouted, with a look of madness on his face.

Yes, the feeling is back again, the feeling of standing on the edge of death!
"Big brother!"

Vodka stood up instantly. He pulled out a gun from the trunk and was holding an AK in his hand.

"Sigh~"

Tiejian's eyesight was much better than that of ordinary people. He tilted his head slightly, took a deep breath, bent his knees, and changed his steps.

In an instant, he performed a series of actions, but Vodka jumped out and pulled the trigger and shot.

Bullets poured out like a rainstorm, dazzling flames burst out from the muzzles, smoke filled the air, and loud and deafening gunshots echoed in the silent neighborhood.

In just a few seconds, Vodka emptied the magazine.

Gin leaned against the car door and touched the knife wound on his chest with his palm.

Not only did I feel the threat to my life from this warrior, I also felt it from Vodka just now.

This gun is a bit floaty.

"Brother, are you okay?"

The guy with the hood had disappeared. Vodka asked nervously and immediately reached into the trunk for his gun. This guy is like a ghost!
"He's fine."

Tiejian had stood on the wall beside the street without knowing when, looking down at the two men, and helped the man in the windbreaker reply to the man in sunglasses.

"Who are you?" Gin's eyes were cold.

He couldn't understand why Shindou Sumire would call the police when there was someone like this around her.

Or is this person the murderer?

No, absolutely impossible.

He didn't have the temperament of a murderer, let alone a serial killer, and he even withdrew the knife that was about to strike himself.

"I am a samurai."

Tiejian remembered that Conan and the others had said that he must never reveal his true identity.

Now I really understand it.

These are a group of terrorists, carrying such weapons and shooting indiscriminately in the streets in the early morning.

If this kind of person targets someone, he might secretly install a bomb and blow that person up into the sky.

"Another guy who is hiding his head and showing his tail!"

Gin gnashed his teeth and pulled out a pistol from his arms. He would drag you to hell with him even if he died...

……

Seven or eight minutes later.

Peace returned to the neighborhood.

Because of the noise, no one dared to go out to check the situation, and the police phone was almost blown up.

"Vodka, is he dead?"

In the black car, Gin was covered in blood, with a hideous knife wound on his face. He held the steering wheel with one hand and stepped hard on the accelerator.

Not long after the fight officially started, Vodka fell down. Fortunately, the opponent was young and did not have such a strong desire to kill, otherwise...

It is true that the person is still alive, but the situation that follows is completely out of control.

The Metropolitan Police Department may have already dispatched its counter-terrorism unit.

However, the SAT group is just like that and nothing can be achieved.

The worst thing is that Sumire Shindou, the woman who called the police and claimed to know the truth, didn't get what she wanted.

The whereabouts of that memory card became a mystery again.

"Big brother..."

Vodka, who was thrown into the back seat after suffering a severe blow to the back of the head, slowly woke up.

"Contact Ireland immediately. The woman has escaped and will most likely find the police."

Gin turned his head slightly and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I understand, brother."

Vodka saw that his eldest brother had a wound about six or seven centimeters long on his left cheek, and blood was flowing from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. It was really a bit scary. He suddenly shuddered all over and woke up completely.

After briefly explaining the situation to the other party, Vodka hung up the phone and asked with a little concern: "Brother, are you okay?"

The smell of blood in the car was extremely strong.

"Let's get ready to change the car. You drive it."

Gin's tone remained calm, but his throat was hoarse and his face was pale, and he didn't look like he was okay.

Find a safe place to hide first.

The so-called exchange is actually snatching.

Not only do they rob, they also knock the person unconscious to prevent him from calling the police.

The duo robbed a drunk's car and stopped a drunk driving case.

"What do you say in Ireland?"

Gin pressed his hand on a wound on his right shoulder, with a cigarette in his mouth.

"The police have sent a helicopter, but there is still no news about Sumire Shindou. She doesn't seem to have contacted the police." Vodka shook his head and said.

It looks like this line is going to break.

"Vodka, drive faster..."

Gin felt that his health was decreasing rapidly... (End of this chapter)