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

————What the hell is this? It makes me laugh just thinking about it.

If it is an FPS game, then Yan Shuangying is the kind of player with plug-ins that can lock blood and have perspective, while they are at best just green players with excellent strength. There is no comparison between the two sides at all.

Why do monsters like this exist in the real world that can predict the direction of movement and take preemptive action?

Binga's face couldn't be any darker.

He finally understood why Gin regarded Yan Shuangying as a major threat and mobilized all the forces of the organization in the entire Tokyo metropolitan area to kill Yan Shuangying in Tokyo at all costs.

If you put yourself in Gin's shoes and let him meet this kind of genius, you would probably have the same idea.

"Binga, what's going on? Who did you meet?"

The commando of the organizing action team supported Binga while quickly fleeing downwards. On the way, he looked at Binga's injuries and thought about the bizarre scene that had just happened. He couldn't help but ask,

"What on earth happened? Why did you get shot just after you stuck your head out, and you asked me to take you away quickly?"

"It's Yan Shuangying..."

Binga covered the wound with his hand, tore off the fabric of his inner shirt, and quickly bandaged the wound while running. He endured the severe pain and said to the attacker next to him.

Hearing this, the assaulter couldn't help but gasp.

When he saw the surveillance records inside the secret manor of Fujiang Takusan, he realized that he would never be able to defeat Yan Shuangying, but he still had doubts about whether Binga could defeat Yan Shuangying.

Although Binga is the ace of the airborne operations team, he is also the strongest code member recognized by Rum.

But now Binga was severely injured by Yan Shuangying as soon as he showed his head. If he had reacted slower, he would have been killed instantly. Obviously, both sides are human beings. Can the gap in strength really be so big?

Tick, tick, tick.

Footsteps are coming.

This is the sound of footsteps coming from above.

The attacker did not look up, because he knew that the person coming down now could not be a police officer from the Hakodate Police Headquarters, but could only be the half-human, half-ghost urban legend Yan Shuangying.

He was very aware of his own strength and knew that he could not be a match for Yan Shuangying alone. Now bringing the injured Binga with him to fight Yan Shuangying would be a suicide mission.

Therefore, he did not dare to be negligent at all and just ran away.

He only hated that his parents had not given him two more legs, so that he could not escape faster.

Tick, tick, tick.

In the stairwell, footsteps were coming from top to bottom.

At this moment, the code-named members of the uniform department, Heiji and the Death God Elementary School Student, who were shooting at the bar with guns and supporting Vodka, looked towards the stairwell with some confusion.

The civilian police officers could hear such a loud noise in the lobby on the first floor of the Hakodate Police Headquarters building, and they certainly wouldn't dare come down.

The people moving in the stairwell were most likely Binga and the commando, but why did they come down so quickly? Logically, shouldn't they capture Takumi Axe and then confirm if there were any leaks of organizational intelligence before silencing him?

Could it be that Binga’s interrogation skills were so good that he made Axie Takuzo admit defeat in just a dozen seconds?

Hattori Heiji, who was hiding on the other side and unable to raise his head due to the firepower, looked at Conan.

They could see the solemnity in each other's eyes.

This time, the Black Organization will probably get what it wants!

Chapter 473 Coordinated Operations

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of footsteps came from above.

The Codename members and Vodka, who were maintaining a crossfire, shifted their attention from Hattori Heiji and the Shinigami elementary school student near the bar to the stairwell.

The reason was simple: they felt that there was something wrong with the footsteps.

As well-trained code-name members of the organization, they are better trained in footsteps than ordinary people. Therefore, just by listening to the footsteps coming from above, they can hear that something is obviously wrong.

The footsteps were too hasty, too chaotic, and too heavy.

The code name members of the organization should not make such a mistake, especially as members of the organization's elite action team, and the ace of the action team who is regarded as the elite among the elite. This is too strange.

The code member turned his head and looked at Vodka.

Both of them could see suspicion in each other's eyes.

“…Drive the car over here.”

The codename member of the action team whispered.

Hearing this, Vodka, who had been serving as a logistics staff and driver, nodded slightly, took a step back, protected the codenamed member in front of him, walked back slowly, remained vigilant, and moved towards the black luxury car.

As a member of the Black Organization's action team, you may not be strong in other aspects, but you must be good at running away.

If something really happens here and they have to evacuate immediately, driving the vehicle over now is just the right time to make preparations in advance to prevent the entire action team from being caught here when they try to escape and not having enough time.

————Vodka couldn’t even imagine how it would feel if the action group was wiped out in the first operation just after it was reorganized.

I guess if this really happened, that adult and Rum would consider whether to simply cancel the concept of organizing an action group and instead come up with a new form of regional responsibility system.

Vodka's figure slowly retreated.

Although their speed was slow, they were not far from the gate of Hakodate Police Headquarters. They quickly exited the lobby of Hakodate Police Headquarters, turned around, and ran quickly towards the black luxury car they had driven.

Conan's eyes lit up as he observed with the high-tech glasses made by Dr. Agasa.

Now that Vodka has left, there is only one code member of the Black Organization left on the field. If he and Hattori Heiji attack together, there will be no problem in getting rid of this code member.

However, there is a problem in this regard...

That is what to do with the other two code members of the Black Organization coming down from the stairwell. If they show up at this time, what will happen if he and Hattori Heiji are unable to get rid of this code member before those two people go downstairs.

I'm afraid we will end up being attacked from three sides.

By then, they will have lost their advantage in cover and will be facing attacks from three sides. Their situation will probably be much more dangerous than it is now.

The Shinigami elementary school student turned his head to look at the wooden sword in Hattori Heiji's hand next to him.

He knew that Hattori Heiji was quite good at swordsmanship. If he was given a good sword, he had no doubt that this guy, whose fighting ability could hardly be considered among high school students, could cut bullets with his sword.

But the problem is that Hattori Heiji only has a wooden sword in his hand.

No matter how skilled Hattori Heiji was, a wooden sword would break at the first contact with a bullet. There was no chance he could fight against the codenamed members of the Black Organization. If he attacked rashly, Hattori Heiji would also be defeated here...

The Death God Elementary School Student hesitated.

However, Hattori Heiji did not think so much.

His fingers pinched his hat, which had been turned in a different direction. His whole body was boiling with passion and seriousness. He grabbed the wooden sword and whispered to the Death God Elementary School Student,

"Now is a good opportunity. The fat man in black has left temporarily, and the remaining two men in black have not come down yet."

"I'll go out and attract this guy's attention. You seize the opportunity and hit him on the head with your football. Kudo, can you do it? I think you should be able to do it."

He had already witnessed Conan's football skills during the city-wide battle royale involving Yan Shuangying.

Therefore, he has great confidence in Conan's ability. Even though he is indeed a little bit carried away by passion, if he does not trust Conan's strength, how could he possibly come up with the idea of ​​letting himself become the target?

Hearing this, Conan finally made up his mind, nodded, and said seriously,

"Okay, let's do it. Hurry up and make quick decisions!"

call out----

The wooden sword instantly tore through the air and flew towards the head of the codenamed member of the Black Organization.

Suddenly, the codenamed member who stayed behind couldn't help but focus his eyes, grabbed the gun in his hand, and fired directly in the direction of the wooden sword, instantly breaking the wooden sword in the air.

Hattori Heiji also seized the opportunity when the code member's attention was drawn and rushed out from the side.

This amazing scene immediately attracted the code member's attention to Hattori Heiji. He subconsciously turned the gun and pulled the trigger, letting the bullet chase Hattori Heiji.

However, the moment he turned the gun, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The two little ghosts who were blocking their movement had been moving together just now, so why was there only the black ghost now? Where was the other ghost in the blue suit?

The code name member reacted immediately by turning the gun around and aiming it back towards the bar.

However, just the few seconds he was attracted was enough for Conan to press the switch on his belt, eject an inflatable football, and press the electrical switch on his sneakers to complete the aiming operation.

The code name member's submachine gun and Conan's football were aimed at each other at the same time.

In the next moment, the football tore through the air and flew out.

At this moment, the violent sound of gunfire from a submachine gun was also heard. However, the speed of the football was too fierce and its power was too great. Even if the bullet from the submachine gun hit the football and caused it to deflate, the remaining power could still make the football fly out!

There was no time to dodge or think, the rapidly deflating, shriveled football was already within reach.

The code member only had time to open his mouth and yell for Vodka to come over for help, but before he could open his mouth, he was hit by the deflated football. The powerful force directly knocked the code member out.

Click————

The glass door of the Hakodate Police Headquarters was instantly shattered by his body.

Vodka, who had just driven back, was shocked when he saw this scene. He opened the car door, held the submachine gun in one hand and fired at the Death God Elementary School Student and Hattori Heiji in the hall, and grabbed the hand of the code member.

With a little force, he was pulled directly into the car and rescued by a teammate.

Chapter 474 Damn, it’s Yan Shuangying, we’re done

Knock knock knock————

The sound of submachine gun fire attracted the attention of Binga and the assaulter.

Their faces looked a little ugly, and they didn't know what new accident had happened in the hall.

————It was obvious that there were only two little devils in the hall who were hindering the organization's action, but Vodka and his men haven't dealt with them yet, and they even took out submachine guns and opened fire on them?

These two guys...really...

Binga felt like cursing out loud.

Who wouldn't be upset when seeing this level of accomplishment on my teammates' part? Before I became the ace and leader, I just thought Gin was a jerk, and he could do it too. But after I became the ace, I realized that even Gin had a hard time.

I heard that before the reorganization, everyone in Gin's action team except Vodka was a sniper.

During one operation, four people set up three sniper rifles at the same spot. The lenses were so reflective that there was no need to turn on the lights. I really don't know how Gin tolerated his group of people who were even more talented than my teammates for so long.

If he were to switch places with Gin, he probably wouldn't be able to work for a day!