Conan: What's wrong with my Yan Shuangying's painting style?

But the current situation at the airport left him a little confused.

This was strange. The assassins stationed in this area were from a mysterious organization. Even though they were armed with submachine guns, they weren't supposed to be shooting at a plane occupied by their own men. Could this be a mission to silence them?

The sniper's finger is on the trigger, and it is neither right to press nor not to press.

As a codename killer of a mysterious organization, he is not on the same level as those peripheral killers who are just consumables. He directly obeys the orders of that gentleman. Now that that gentleman has no instructions, he cannot act rashly.

However, at this moment, a buzzing sound came from the intercom placed next to him.

Sizzle————

The sniper turned his head to look at the walkie-talkie, and the voice of a killer from the mysterious organization was heard from the walkie-talkie.

"Turtledove, didn't you say that only you and I were assigned to go on this mission?"

"Why are there a bunch of lunatics with submachine guns shooting at the wheels of a plane that's taxiing for an emergency landing before we even start? Did that gentleman have some other instructions that you didn't pass on to us?"

————What are you talking about? There are also a group of people with submachine guns?

The sniper looked puzzled.

He adjusted the magnification of the sniper scope and recorded the figures of the submachine gunners who were approaching the stopped plane at the airport. However, these submachine gunners were wearing hoods.

Therefore, even if the sniper really observes carefully, he cannot tell the difference between them and the peripheral killers.

However, anyone who can tell the identity of a person whom he has only met once or twice from a mask that only reveals a pair of eyes would be a god. At least, Banjiu, the code-named killer, cannot do it.

"...I'll contact that gentleman. Please stand by for now."

Banjiu answered the peripheral killer's question in a low voice.

He then quickly adjusted the channel and began to contact the gentleman from the mysterious organization. After that, he began to adjust the focus of the sniper scope again to ensure that he could directly hit the submachine gunners in the airport as soon as possible, and then he took aim.

Sizzle————

The buzzing sound of the intercom sounded again, but this time the person talking to Banjiu was no longer a peripheral member of the mysterious organization.

But it's the gentleman who is the leader of a mysterious organization.

However, the gentleman's tone now was quite unfriendly, as if he was dissatisfied with Banjiu contacting him at this time - in fact, no matter who was contacted at this time, they would feel dissatisfied.

After all, normal people are diurnal animals that come out during the day and hide at night, rather than nocturnal animals that come out at night and hide during the day.

"Turtledove, I hope you have something important to tell me, otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk."

The gentleman said this with a hint of anger.

However, when he heard that there was a group of people wearing masks and equipped with submachine guns at Hakodate Airport, shooting at a plane full of assassins from a mysterious organization, his slight anger instantly turned into rage!

You bastard Tama, how dare you kill my people?!

A group of peripheral killers whose loyalty can be bought with money is not important, and the plane they hijacked is not important either, but it is important that these people died on the way back at the hands of a group of unknown guys!

"Kill those bastards, leave no one alive!"

The gentleman said angrily.

Hearing such a clear instruction, Turtledove responded immediately.

"Okay, boss."

As a code killer of the mysterious organization, his abilities are at least on par with those of the code members of the Black Organization. Moreover, because the mysterious organization is more particular about the strength of the code members, he is considered an excellent code killer in the Black Organization.

Even compared with the famous killer Shi Kaobing who used the alias Pu Siqinglan in Tokyo City and was killed by Yan Shuangying, he is no worse.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to shoot down the gliding Kaito Kidd with one shot without exposing himself. As for the submachine gunners at the airport, they were nothing to him and could be easily dealt with.

"Just a sitting duck."

Sniper Turtledove whispered, placing his finger on the trigger and pulling it hard.

call out----

The bullet instantly cut through the air.

At this moment, the Southeast Asian mercenaries under the command of "Death Merchant" Brian D. Kadokura had no idea that they had provoked a behemoth, and were now eager to head to the plane to reap the spoils.

For them, this is a one-time deal. They will rob and then return to Southeast Asia where no one can catch them.

"Come on, take whatever you can get, but the Sapphire Star has to be left for the boss!"

The commander of this operation, the Death Merchant's deputy, was leading the way.

He was not panicked because he knew that there was plenty of time for this operation.

To these mercenaries who had fought their way out of Southeast Asia, the Axe River tycoon was nothing more than a simple man-machine. It was easy for them to infiltrate and interrogate them for intelligence. After all, how could a group of pampered guys keep a secret?

The Hokkaido Hakodate Police Headquarters has been completely bribed by the Axe Zaibatsu.

Taking action at this time will only make the Hakodate Police Headquarters mistakenly believe that it was the Axe Zaibo who took action, and it will definitely take a considerable amount of time for them to arrive at Hakodate Airport to rescue people. They only need to evacuate during this time.

"Ha, don't be so anxious, no one is chasing you..."

The Death Merchant's deputy didn't finish his words.

A mercenary next to him was instantly hit in the back of the head by a bullet.

The high-powered bullet instantly blew the mercenary's head apart. He died in a horrific manner. He didn't even have time to react before he died instantly and fell forward to the ground.

The Death Merchant's deputy's pupils suddenly shrank.

This is a sniper! But why is there a sniper shooting at them near Hakodate Airport?!

Damn it, I've always known that the people in Tokyo's Beika-cho are wild, but I didn't expect they were so wild that they'd arrange for snipers to lie in ambush as security personnel just for a gem?!

"Quick, find a place to hide!"

The Death Merchant's deputy shouted.

He himself also took the lead in looking for cover, but during this time, the mercenaries fell one after another, without any ability to fight back, and their morale was instantly completely lost——

Even on the battlefields in Southeast Asia, they had never encountered such terrible casualties!

Chapter 341 You Disturbed the Ghost (3/5)

In a short period of time, the situation reversed.

The top official who was using a telescope to check the situation at the airport was horrified.

He originally thought that this group of thugs who dared to use submachine guns to fire at the taxiing plane on the runway were the limit of this field, but he never expected that there were actually masters beyond this!

This thug firing a submachine gun is like harvesting wheat. Who fired the sniper shot?!

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of footsteps continues.

The mercenaries under the Death Merchant were in a panic and had used the fuselage of flight SKJ865 as a cover to prevent the mysterious sniper from shooting again and hunting them.

However, what they didn't know was that Turtledove, who had been planning to continue the fight, had already received new instructions.

"Boss, should we retreat now? However, if we continue like this, it will take at most ten minutes to eliminate these people... I understand. I will notify the other assassins outside to evacuate."

Banjiu skillfully dismantled the sniper rifle, not forgetting to notify the peripheral killers who were still lurking to evacuate.

The gentleman just now has given new instructions, asking them to evacuate from Hakodate Airport immediately.

Because the Hakodate Police Headquarters has already taken action, several police helicopters and a large number of special mobile teams were dispatched to Hakodate Airport at once, although the quality of the police officers in this country is not very good and is rather average.

But if they really surrounded this place, it would be extremely difficult for the sniper, Banjiu, to escape.

Therefore, instead of letting Banjiu fight to the death with that group of unknown thugs here, it is better to evacuate Banjiu from Hakodate Airport in advance. After all, compared with the peripheral killers, Banjiu as a code killer is much more valuable!

At this moment, the Death Merchant mercenaries who were hiding in the fuselage of flight SKJ865 still had not come out.

The deputy who had barely escaped the disaster frowned.

There had been no sniper fire since the beginning. Could it be that the sniper had already retreated? Or was it that he had temporarily stopped shooting because there were no teammates within the sniper's range?

Anyway, you can give it a try.

He took off his hat, placed it on the muzzle of the submachine gun, and then slowly extended the hat out of the bunker - there was no gunshot, nothing, and it seemed very calm.

Although he didn't know what was going on, the Death Merchant's deputy frowned.

This encounter was really an unexpected disaster. A sniper of such high level suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The time to escape from Hakodate Airport was greatly shortened, and we had to speed up.

He pulled out the communicator from his clothes and was about to ask other mercenaries to go over and get the Sapphire Star.

However, the other mercenaries had already taken action before he gave the order.

Because they also tried to test it after they found that the gunshots had stopped, and when they found that they were not shot again, they plucked up their courage and prepared to get the money first - the timid ones will starve to death, and the bold ones will die of gluttony!

Although it is tragic to have money but no life, it is even more tragic to have life but no money!

"hurry up……"

A mercenary member called out to his teammates next to him.

He led the way up and soon reached the location of the overturned cabin door. He originally planned to manage it as usual and shoot the cabin door with a submachine gun to open it.

However, to his surprise, the cabin door had been opened.

————When the plane flipped over, the fuselage deformed, making it difficult to maintain the closed cabin door, so it automatically opened? If someone could maintain self-awareness in a plane crash of this magnitude, it would be terrifying.

A sense of fear suddenly emerged in the mercenary soldier's heart.

He shook his head, shaking off the unrealistic fantasies in his mind.

The mercenary soldier who was working with him came to his side, looked at his timid appearance, patted his shoulder with regret, and said loudly.

"Hey, man, we came out of this sea of ​​fire and swords, don't lose points! I'll go first and show you an example!"

He adjusted the position of his submachine gun to ensure it wouldn't catch fire when he climbed inside. He then went straight to the cabin door facing the sky, ready to enter the interior of flight SKJ865 to look for the sapphire star the boss wanted.

Also, take a look to see if there are any other valuable jewels to fill up your own piggy bank.

However, the mercenary soldier looked inside the cabin door, but did not see the jewels. Instead, he saw a figure standing on the slanted wall, looking up at him.

The figure's body was completely hidden in darkness, without any other color.

So much so that when the mercenary soldier saw the figure for the first time, he thought it was a shadow created by some special effects. It was not until he saw his own shadow fall next to the figure and there was a color difference that he realized something was wrong.

Tick, tick, tick.

He saw the mercenary soldier who said he would give him a lesson suddenly standing motionless beside the cabin door.