Science Fiction: Starting from Obtaining Sophon

The robber grunted in agreement, "Understood, I'll head back now!"

As he spoke, he twisted the handlebars of the motorcycle, instantly accelerating and shooting off. Just as the motorcycle sped out of the alley, a figure ran out from around the corner.

The figure yelled "Ah!" and hurriedly dodged, but was still grazed by the speeding motorcycle, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

"Damn it, are you blind?!"

The robber cursed angrily and then sped off towards his hideout. He didn't see that the figure who had just fallen had already stood up, a confident smile on his young and handsome face. It was none other than Shinichi Kudo.

He had anticipated that the robbers would try something. After studying the map of the transaction location, he deduced that the robbers would likely pass through this side road, so he waited here in advance.

In the instant they passed each other, he had already attached a locator to the motorcycle, then took out his phone. A map and a constantly moving dot appeared on the screen.

"Very good, now all we need to do is find the kidnappers' hideout."

The motorcycle sped along, passing through most of Beika Town, and arrived at an industrial park. However, the park was abandoned and desolate, with discarded machines everywhere, exposed to the air and left to rust freely.

Wild grass weaves through the gaps between gears and bearings, obscuring these once-rumbling structures. The alternation between life and destruction creates a peculiar sense of desolation.

"boom------"

The door to a closed factory building suddenly opened, a motorcycle drove in, and then the door slammed shut.

"How is it? No problems, right?"

Two men, one tall and one thin, wearing blue work clothes, came out. The thin man stepped forward, took the suitcase, and immediately opened it to count the contents.

"Hahaha, another ten million yen!"

The robber on the motorcycle also took off his helmet, revealing his slightly fierce face. His triangular eyes were like those of a venomous snake, his eyebrows were sparse, and a thin scar divided his left eyebrow in two, making him look extremely menacing.

"What an naive fellow! He's getting this excited over a mere ten million. This is just the first vote; we have many more operations to come."

After counting the money, the skinny man's excitement subsided.

"Oh, don't say that. This is our first operation, and I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. I'm just happy."

He then asked, "By the way, what should we do with this brat? Kill him?"

Scarface chuckled, "Of course! This brat saw what we look like; there's absolutely no way we're letting him live."

He then pulled open his leather jacket, grabbed the little boy, and threw him aside.

"Alright, kid, stop looking at me like that. If you want to hate someone, hate your father. After all, it's because of him..."

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out his pistol and screwed the silencer onto the muzzle. Although the place was very remote, the sudden gunshot would still pose a risk of being exposed. It was always better to be careful.

"Go to hell, little devil!"

"Whoosh—smack—ah!"

With a whoosh, an object struck Scarface's right hand, which was holding a gun, with great force. The pistol flew out of his hand, and Scarface couldn't help but let out a scream.

"who?"

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows; it was Shinichi Kudo, who had followed them here.

As for what just happened, it was obviously because he used the bugged skill "Soccer Impact".

Although he doesn't have shoes to enhance his kicking power and can't smash a satellite with a single ball, a high school student's full-force shot can still cause considerable damage.

At this point, Scarface's right hand was completely drooping and unusable for a while; what a brutal skill!

If that ball landed on my face, the result would definitely be disfigurement.

May there be no bugs in heaven, Amen.

The soccer ball bounced and landed at Shinichi Kudo's feet again. He looked at the three of them with a cold gaze.

"Alright, that's enough. You three had better surrender now, or you'll regret it."

The tall thug, who hadn't spoken until now, couldn't hold back any longer and rushed over. However, his fate was even worse; a vicious soccer ball splattered onto his face, and bright red blood gushed into the air.

It drew two perfect arcs in the air.

He then slowly walked over to the pistol that had just fallen and picked it up.

Based on my observation just now, these three people should only have one gun. Now that I've confiscated the gun, these three thugs will no longer be able to cause any trouble.

"You can make the call now."

Just then, a shadow slowly appeared at his feet, but his attention was focused on the three thugs, and he did not notice someone quietly approaching.

The figure behind him suddenly raised an iron rod and slammed it down towards Shinichi Kudo!

"what----"

Shinichi Kudo let out a scream and then collapsed to the ground. He had realized that there were not three, but four, of the thugs!

When he saw the assailant's face, his pupils contracted—it was this person!

He had figured everything out by then, but his body was already out of control after taking such a heavy blow, and warm blood was flowing down his head.

The figure slowly picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground again, then pressed it against Shinichi Kudo's forehead, finally revealing his true identity as Morita Sakae, who had appeared at the Lichuan family's house earlier!

Chapter Thirty-Four: A Last-Minute Rescue!

"How about it? Surprised?"

Morita Sakae pressed a pistol against Kudo Shinichi's head, his otherwise ordinary face now bearing a mocking expression.

"It was you, it was you who revealed the Lichuan family's affairs, which is why..."

Morita Sakae sneered, "Of course! That hypocritical guy, Hiroshi Lichuan, if it weren't for him, how could I have ended up like this! He and I have been friends for many years. I accidentally incurred a huge gambling debt and have reached the end of my rope."

"So I went to beg him, saying that if he could lend me some money, I could win back my losses and get out of this predicament. But this hypocritical bastard, no matter how much I begged him, he refused to lend me any money and even told me to quit my gambling habit!"

His expression suddenly turned extremely ferocious, and the cold muzzle of the gun made Shinichi Kudo, who was already in excruciating pain, feel the taste of death.

"He clearly has money, but he just won't lend it to me. If he had just lent me a little, I wouldn't have done this, but he just won't. What a damn bastard!"

Shinichi Kudo forcefully propped himself up on his arms, staring intently at the other person:

"No one has the right to force someone to lend you money unless it's voluntary. You squandered your fortune on gambling and now you're blaming others for it? That's utterly outrageous!"

Morita Sakae sneered, "Insane? Hahaha, I really am insane. But whatever my fate, you so-called high school detective will never see it again. Just thinking about how a famous figure like Sherlock Holmes from the Heisei era is about to die under my gun is quite satisfying."

Many wealthy men were once keen to marry female celebrities. The root cause was a special psychology: the sense of accomplishment from having a glamorous and dazzling female star on stage under their control was very satisfying.

The impact of deciding the life or death of a celebrity is far more intense.

His fierce eyes gleamed with an excited red light, like those of a bloodthirsty demon.

"Farewell, great detective!"

At this critical moment, a figure suddenly leaped out of the darkness like a ghost and arrived at Morita Sakae's side in the blink of an eye.

The incredible speed brought a gust of wind that instantly hit Morita Sakae's face, like the wind from an electric fan, making him want to look over to see what was happening.

Before he could react, a huge fist slammed down on his face.

This is no ordinary fist; it is a fist that has mastered the breathing technique and cultivated it to the second level, which is the state of total concentration.

Although he didn't have a Nichirin Blade, the power of this punch was enough to cause terrible consequences.

It's like a pay-to-win player. No skills or advantages? No problem. As long as you pay enough, you'll master all sorts of skills. And as long as your equipment level is high, you won't be afraid of the opponent's fancy footwork.

The truth is, when you have a complete advantage in basic attributes, you can achieve a complete domination with just a little care.

With just one punch, Morita Sakae experienced what a car crash scene was like.

He completed a Thomas Flair in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Genda River immediately snatched the gun from his hand, pointed the muzzle at the ground, and pulled the trigger.

"boom------"

The powerful recoil made Genda Gawa, who had no experience firing a gun, feel a tightness in his wrist. However, because of his mastery of breathing techniques, his physical strength had been greatly enhanced without him even realizing it.

Moreover, the pistol's recoil was very limited, and the muzzle was immediately stabilized. However, due to hand tremors, the bullet deviated significantly and almost hit the scarred man.

A scorching bullet grazed past me, sending a chill down my spine and making me shiver all over.

This immediately made the three people who were still trying to struggle raise their hands.

“I have already reported the exact location to the police. In other words, you lot are now trapped. So now, I hope you will stop making futile struggles, otherwise I don’t mind calling it ‘self-defense’!”

As he spoke, he pointed the gun at the three men. Under their complicated gazes, he slowly walked to the little boy, Lichuan Xingtai, gently tore off the tape from his mouth, and then untied the ropes binding him.

She then hugged the little boy and gently comforted him.

However, his gun was always pointed at the three men, and his eyes were fixed on them without blinking, giving them no chance whatsoever.

It must be said that Gendagawa's preemptive strike played a crucial role.

He first took down Morita Sakae with a single punch, then seized the gun and decisively pulled the trigger, his eyes showing not a trace of weakness.

What terrified the three even more was the miserable state of their eldest brother lying on the ground.

He only took one punch, so why is he lying on the ground motionless?

Scarface gritted his teeth and tried to turn and run away. He was just a high school student. I bet his gun wasn't loaded. No, I bet he didn't dare to fire!

The other two thugs also realized what was happening. There were three of them, but if they rushed at him together, this hothead might just open fire.