Science Fiction: Starting from Obtaining Sophon

Genda River smiled and said, "It's alright. I left some goodies for them in the hallway and on the stairs earlier. They'll definitely be able to experience the joy of gliding now. Besides, we need to make some preparations."

It wasn't until everyone went outside that they understood the meaning behind his words.

There was an extra layer of grease on the floors of the corridors and stairs; clearly, this was the work of Genda River.

The thugs who were about to rush up were caught off guard. After they reached the top of the stairs, they stepped directly onto the slippery cooking oil. With the lubrication of the cooking oil, the already smooth tiles seemed to have lost all friction, making it impossible for them to stand up.

Moreover, there were many people coming, and it was already somewhat crowded. If one person lost their footing and fell, it could trip up a whole group of people.

So what was originally a very somber situation now became comical.

"I saw you go to the kitchen earlier, and you used all the cooking oil I had stored here!" Eri exclaimed in admiration.

The method seems simple, but it is actually very concise and effective. This ability to adapt to changing circumstances is truly remarkable.

Genda River nodded, then shouted loudly at the chaotic thugs:

"Gentlemen, I've already poured gasoline all over the corridor. If you keep rushing up, I'll set it on fire. Then it'll be a fight to the death. You just want to make money, you don't need to risk your lives, do you?"

To put it simply, it's like that saying: if you only make a few hundred yuan a month, why are you risking your life?

The actions just now show that these guys are not very capable; a mere barrel of oil threw them into disarray.

At this moment, a figure downstairs was none other than Kenji Hōyama, who had been knocked unconscious by Gendagawa earlier. Seeing his subordinates running away in a panic, he couldn't help but feel furious.

"Trash, it's all trash!"

A man with a scar on his face said, "Brother, it seems they were prepared. But to pour gasoline in the stairwell is practically suicide. We don't even need them to set it on fire; we can burn them all to death."

Kenji Hōyama glared at him fiercely: "Idiot, do you think the other side wouldn't have thought of this? He did this on purpose. Once the fire starts, someone in the neighborhood will call the police, and our operation will no longer be able to be kept secret."

"This building is quite large. A fire that starts in the stairwell won't spread throughout the entire building quickly. Do you want me to confront the police head-on then?"

Chapter Ninety: At All Costs!

This is their dilemma: they need to kill to cover it up, but they also need to find a way to minimize the damage, such as killing the person and then setting the entire building on fire.

If someone sets fire to a place before the person is dead, allowing the police to arrive in time, that's just nonsense.

The situation took an unexpected turn; the enemy had dodged the sniper's fatal attack and was well-prepared for their surprise attack.

The idea of ​​completing the task silently became nothing but a pipe dream!

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly; things were spiraling out of control, like a runaway horse.

Involuntarily, the image of the young man who had knocked him unconscious flashed through his mind like a cold wind, causing him to inexplicably collapse. When he woke up, the memory of that scene filled him with dread.

As someone who had been involved in the underworld for many years, he clearly knew his place; he was just a knife in the hands of a powerful figure.

The purpose of a knife is to kill or cut people. If a knife can no longer cut people, it has lost its purpose and needs to be scrapped.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he also wanted to die.

He was aware of this matter. Although he had threatened Eri Kisaki aggressively during the day and even harbored more wicked thoughts, he was aware of it.

But he also knew that once he did these things, the powerful figures behind him would have no choice but to throw him out as a scapegoat.

So his idea was that although he had to kill the witnesses, he should try to make it look like an accident. As long as there was room for negotiation, things might take a turn for the better.

Moreover, having worked as a white glove maker for so many years, he has accumulated a lot of knowledge that can play a huge role in critical moments!

But now it seems that I have no choice.

A deep, resonant voice came through his earpiece, interrupting his thoughts:

"Hōyama, why haven't you made a move yet? I order you to act immediately. Someone in the Metropolitan Police Department has already intervened in this matter. If it can't be resolved quickly, things will become very troublesome. And let me tell you, the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division is already heading there!"

"What? Butler Shimura, didn't we say that hackers had used technical means to block all the communication equipment in the building? How can they still send messages?"

A cold snort came from the other end of the phone:

"You want to know? I want to know too! The master is very angry now, and you don't have much time left. Kenji, you are someone I promoted myself, and I know you very well."

I've already sent people to retrieve the things you secretly hoarded. Your wife and daughters, whom you secretly sent abroad, are now in my hands as well. You know what to do, don't I?

The eerie voice, like a summons from hell, sent chills down one's spine.

Kenji Hōyama's eyes widened, his muscular body trembled slightly, and his pupils contracted and expanded in his bull-like eyes.

After trembling for a moment, he sighed softly, his eyes faintly glowing with blood red, and his voice filled with deathly stillness.

"Butler Shimura, I know what to do, but I hope that after I complete my mission, you will release my wife and daughter. Otherwise, I'm not without backup plans. You should have already sent another group to deal with the victim's family, right? That lawyer, Kiyoshi, thought she had hidden them well, but in reality, I found them long ago, and the person you sent to follow them was also deceived by me."

A gasp of surprise came from the other end of the phone, followed by a moment of silence.

"What do you want?"

Kenji Hōyama sneered, "It's not about what I want, but what you want! I've made my conditions very clear, don't play dumb. I've already made arrangements. If something happens to me this time, or if nothing happens to me but something happens to my wife and daughter, then many things that can't be kept in the light of day should be exposed to the light of day."

He hung up the phone abruptly and took a deep breath.

"Now everyone listen to my command, charge forward at all costs and eliminate everyone in the law firm!"

Everyone nodded in unison, took off their shirts, tore them open, and wrapped them around their feet to prevent slipping. Then, armed with their weapons, they rushed towards the stairwell entrance.

These people were carrying sticks, machetes, daggers and other weapons. But what was most terrifying was that several people were hiding among them, each holding a dark object in their hand – a pistol!

At this moment, Kenji Hōyama also cocked his pistol, released the safety, and put it in a ready-to-fire state. His gaze was cold and sharp. After tonight, everything would disappear!

"Bang—Ah! Ah!"

The sounds of blunt force trauma striking flesh, screams mixed with the cracking of bones, became the dominant noise in the entire corridor.

Kogoro Mouri, Eri Kisaki, Midori Kuriyama, Ran, and Shinichi Kudo also witnessed Gendagawa's first action.

The long stick he had just disassembled from a chair was like a divine weapon in his hands, falling on the thugs with fluid and effortless movements.

The long stick fell, and one of the thugs was instantly covered in blood. Then, with a kick, the thug was sent flying backward, landing in the crowd.

Then, with a series of rapid strikes from the long staff, the interplay of staff shadows created the illusion of a magnificent stream flowing through the shadows and sweeping towards the crowd.

This left Kogoro Mouri, who was already eager for close-quarters combat, completely dumbfounded.

Isn’t this too fierce?

This isn't one-on-one, or one-on-two, but one-on-dozens!

Although the narrow stairwell limited their movement, the sheer number of opponents made any skill ineffective in such a one-against-many situation.

But Gendagawa seemed completely at ease!

His long stick, whether pointing or striking, combined with his fists and feet, made him seem like a human weapon, beating the thugs to a pulp. The thugs' attacks couldn't even touch him; he simply stood in front and blocked all the thugs!

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"Hey!"

Xiao Lan suddenly jumped up and delivered a knee strike, landing heavily on the chest of a thug. The steel pipe that the thug had instinctively held in front of his chest bent instantly. This vicious blow sent him crashing to the ground, unable to get up.

"Well done, Xiaolan!"

Shinichi Kudo, standing to the side, had just kicked away everything he could, such as a trash can, several small cabinets, and a helmet, causing some damage. However, compared to the endless stream of enemies, it was still a drop in the ocean.

Ultimately, all the pressure could only fall on Gendagawa and Ran.

"Whoohoo-"

Xiao Lan gasped for breath as she unleashed a series of difficult attacks, which took a huge toll on her stamina.

This is Xiaolan's weakness. She is very powerful in a short period of time, but once the battle lasts longer, her stamina will become a fatal weakness.

"It's all because I'm so useless; I couldn't help Genda-kun at all."

Looking at the towering figure in the crowd, like a god of war, the girl's eyes trembled.

"No matter how powerful he is, if the enemy keeps attacking like this, he will be defeated sooner or later. What should we do?"

Meanwhile, Genda River became increasingly brave and excited as the battle progressed.

His shirt was soaked with sweat, and through the damp clothes, one could vaguely see the bulges of muscles on his back.

It's not visible now, only the outline of the muscles can be seen, but when these muscles fully bulge and clear boundaries of muscle bundles appear, the most terrifying muscle ghost back will appear in this world!

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Chapter Ninety-One: Blocking the Enemy!

He fought with increasing ferocity and madness, his long staff, fists, elbows, knees, and feet all becoming formidable weapons.

This was the first time he had attacked without using swords, and this kind of hand-to-hand combat made his blood boil.

At this moment, the long staff in his hand had become a sword, and every part of his body had also been transformed into a weapon.

That was exhilarating, absolutely exhilarating!

Although he didn't go all out, a swordsman who is close to the 'Pillar' level, after gaining powerful muscle strength, is not as simple as one plus one!

With the increase in muscle strength, he can now easily master some sword techniques that were previously less powerful, as well as some hand-to-hand combat skills.

In fact, there is no conflict between them. Although fighting and weapons are not the same, they are interconnected.

Those skilled in hand-to-hand combat are unlikely to be bad at using weapons, and those skilled with weapons are unlikely to be weak in their techniques.

The difference lies solely in the method of attack and the means of defeating the enemy.