Conan's Organization No. 3

The beauty and the son are cold, and it is immediately from the top of the roof.

"squeak!"

A car saw suddenly appearing on the road, hurriedly stepping down the brakes, can't stop in the beauty and children.

However, the beauty of the beauty is still a cold, and immediately chasing the middle-aged man immediately after standing up, and the movement is rapid to the extreme.

Don't want to escape!

Looking at the figures in the field of village, the beauty and the son bite the teeth and quickly cross the railings.

This kind of guy,

She will never let go.

...

" ..."

In the narrow roadway, the two figures are running ahead.

The front figure is running while running, I still don't forget to move back, I have been scared by it.

I saw that when I saw a woman's hand, I had already made more things.

Black-cold gloss, there is a touch of smoke,

That is a pistol!

"Alas!"

The middle-aged man issued a strange voice, and the pupil slammed I, but it was more rapidly ran forward.

"boom!"

A sudden wall suddenly hit him, let him have a pain,

Just, at this time, he has completely caught the pain of the body, and the look panic relies on the cold wall, and when you turn around, turn around,

The beautiful child has already blocked his face, and his hands holding the black pistol, letting the fear in his heart has deepened many.

This police officer will definitely kill him.

Who?

Who is going to save him?

...

"Ready to do ~"! "

A distracted and cold voice sounded, giving people a feeling of ice-cooled bones, and even more distinctive atmospheres with air.

The sound just fell, and the dark thing appeared in a closed palm.

"Hey!"

The index finger and middle finger are only a micro-power, and they will be crushed like.

Immediately, a beautiful parabola immediately appeared in the air and fell to the roadside sewer.

The low footsteps are suddenly sounded, and they will disappear in the distance.

...

"..."

In a narrow roadway, a slightly heavy chuan voice and a low-procurdy peak.

Looking at the pistols in the hands of the children, the middle-aged man has no crazy and calm, and the look is thorough.

"and many more,"

He hurriedly raised his hands with the beauty and explained very popular.

"In fact, that's not me."

"I think you must often, often have a child in your mind,"

When it comes to this, he is like a resisted straw, and it is closely crazy about the ridiculous reasons, and strives to convince each other.

"Call you, told you to kill the police, wrong, you should say no matter what people are good,"

"Yes, so say, this can't blame me ..."

Looking at the distorted face of the middle-aged man, the hate in the god of the child is getting deeper, and the pistol in the hand is slowly upstairs.

The middle-aged man immediately explained more powerfully, and the look is very popular with fear, and there is a hope of survival as the descendant wild dog.