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

As expected, those peripheral members all shook their heads, indicating that they had not discovered anything.

Seeing this, he pulled out the communicator hanging around his waist.

Afterwards, he switched to the channel of the three-person team downstairs responsible for the response and asked calmly.

"We didn't find the dangerous person on the fifth floor. Is there any emergency on the fourth floor?"

no answer.

But sometimes, no answer is also an answer.

The peripheral member's face immediately changed and he spoke loudly.

"Oh no! Yan Shuangying is downstairs, and he killed all the brothers who were responsible for the support downstairs!"

"We have to get down quickly. Otherwise, if he blows up this stairwell and we have to defend the other stairwell, we'll be surrounded and caught in a trap!"

One person surrounded a dozen well-trained, armed peripheral members of the Black Organization?

Such things would make people laugh if they were told. Even if it was just an ordinary person carrying a gun, if he kept shooting at a person, he could kill that person with a random gunshot. How could he be surrounded by that person in turn?

But when the peripheral member said this, many peripheral members in the corridor did not have any questioning thoughts.

The tragic situation inside the car company of Pisk, a veteran of the organization, has already demonstrated how terrifying and chilling the urban legend called Yan Shuangying is!

Most of them immediately returned to the previous stairwell, and then some of them split off and headed for another stairwell.

Act separately! If we have a communicator, we can keep in touch with each other. If the other party has explosives, it will be safer than acting as a group!

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the fifth-floor corridor, which had been charred black by explosives.

Then, the hurried footsteps stopped instantly.

Instead, there was the sound of a person's footsteps.

There was the sound of footsteps coming from the stairwell going from the fourth to the fifth floor.

"It's him! He's here!"

The peripheral member immediately became nervous and said so, raising the gun in his hand and aiming.

The other members acted the same way—

The next moment.

Something flew out from the corner of the stairwell, hit the wall, and flew straight towards the corridor!

Rumble!

The homemade grenade exploded suddenly!

Amidst the flames of the explosion, countless submachine gun bullets pierced through the air and flew towards the peripheral members in the corridor!

In the blink of an eye, 90% of the peripheral members who escaped the explosion range of the homemade grenade were killed!

Only the last two or three peripheral members were left hiding in the next room, barely surviving.

The peripheral member who had been walking in the front to explore the way and was walking at the back when returning took out the communicator and spoke loudly.

"Yan Shuangying has a homemade grenade! He's on the fifth floor, he's on the fifth floor!"

"he----"

A gun was pressed against his forehead.

The two companions next to him had already fallen to the ground, each with a flying knife at their throat.

The peripheral members slowly raised their heads and saw the face of the urban legend wearing sunglasses.

“——found me.”

boom!

The body fell to the ground!

Chapter 56 For the sake of the organization, give your brother a hand!

On the outskirts of Tokyo, the Black Organization's armed base.

The Black Organization's ace, the renowned Gin, was standing in front of the central computer screen in the base, looking at the image displayed on the screen with an extremely unfriendly expression.

On the other side of the screen is the image of Rum, an old acquaintance of Gin and the second-in-command of the Black Organization.

It seemed that Rum looked quite leisurely at the moment. He was lying on the sofa, holding a lit cigar in one hand, and said slowly to Gin inside the armed base.

"Gin, stop it. What you're doing is making too much noise, and it might affect the organization's plans."

"What plan? Binga's plan to dive into the Pacific buoy?"

Gin said with an unkind sneer.

He didn't understand why Rum could still appear calm. Was it because the dead members of the Black Organization were not members of the base directly under Rum's control, so he didn't take it seriously at all?

Doesn’t Rum know that Yan Shuangying has been wandering around Tokyo City?

What is harmed is not the interests of the boss, but the interests of the entire Black Organization. Rum himself also has industries in Tokyo. Doesn’t Rum worry that Yan Shuangying will wipe out all his industries one day?

"Hmph, that's enough, Gin, you're so arrogant!"

"I'm the second-in-command of this organization. Watch your identity and your words!"

Rum snapped his cigar in half, his tone suddenly getting heavier as he spoke angrily.

Curacao, who was standing behind the sofa, glanced at the screen and was a little surprised that Gin was furious but couldn't do anything to Rum - after all, Gin was the type who would not wait until tomorrow to take revenge.

Even though she was the second-in-command of Rum, if she provoked Gin, Gin would dare to kill her directly.

In the entire organization, only Rum, Vermouth and the boss who has never appeared since she joined the organization dared to speak to Gin like this without worrying about Gin's retaliation.

"There's no need to say more about this matter. In my opinion, Yan Shuangying isn't that big of a threat!"

"After all, it's just a local urban legend. If he were truly a remarkable figure, I should know his deeds—but I don't, which means he's nothing special."

"Ireland died at his hands simply because he had just arrived in Beika Town and was unprepared. As for Calvados? The one who killed him wasn't Yan Shuangying, but the recently emerged rye whiskey!"

Rum lay back on the sofa while talking to Gin. Finally, he spoke.

"Unless you can show me the true dangers of the urban legend called Yan Shuangying."

"Otherwise, forget about the plan to ambush the National Stadium with explosives and use 57,000 spectators as hostages to lure out Yan Shuangying and kill him! Alternatively, you can directly ask that master for permission, and that master's approval will be fine!"

————If that adult hadn’t sent any news in the past few days, would you have been able to stop my plan of action?

Gin's eyes narrowed slightly, filled with murderous intent.

However, just when Gin could no longer contain his murderous intent and anger and was about to say a few harsh words to Rum.

The communicator hanging on the waist of Vodka, who was standing behind Gin, rang.

Didi—didi—

Gin immediately turned to look at the communicator, frowning slightly.

he asked.

"What channel is displayed on the communicator?"

Vodka took off the communicator, quickly turned it over, looked at the letters on the display, and then said.

"It's Channel K3, the contact channel of the base we left earlier!"

K3 channel? The base I left earlier? What message was that base sending at this time?

Gin directly took the communicator from Vodka's hand, turned on the communication function, and put it to his ear.

"I'm Gin, what's up?"

All I heard was bursts of gunfire coming from the other side of the communicator!

Just by hearing the sound, Gin knew that something big was probably happening in that stronghold.

He asked bluntly.

"Who is attacking the stronghold? How many people are there? What are their origins?"

After hearing what Gin said, whether it was Vodka or Rum and Curacao on the other side of the screen, they were all a little surprised at this moment, and began to explore the Tonghua information on Gin's side.

Generally speaking, it is only when the Black Organization attacks the strongholds of other forces that other forces attack the strongholds of the Black Organization. Even if other forces want to attack, it is unlikely that they can find the location of the stronghold.

But according to Gin, this is an organization's base inside Tokyo that was attacked by other forces?

"There's only one person! He's the urban legend known as 'half-human, half-ghost, the best spearman'! It's Yan Shuangying!"

A voice came from the other side of the communicator.

The commander of the organization's base spoke loudly using the communicator.

"He's already killed most of the brothers in the stronghold. Now there are only five or six of us guarding the sixth floor!"

"That guy is carrying grenades, submachine guns, bombs, and throwing knives! I can already hear the sound of police cars! Brother Gin, for the sake of the organization, please lend a hand! Aren't there other strongholds nearby?"

"As long as a small team comes to cover us, we will definitely be able to break out——"

boom! boom! boom!

The sharp sound of gunfire came from the other side of the communicator.

It was obvious that the peripheral member of the organization who claimed that he could break out was just talking nonsense, because he was most likely dead, killed by the gun of the urban legend Yan Shuangying.

Gin hung up the busy communicator with an expressionless face.

He raised his head and looked at Rum on the screen, and Rum's face became gloomy.

Just when the other party said that there was only one person, Gin had already turned on the hands-free button, making the voice on the other end of the communicator loud enough for everyone in the entire center room to hear.

This naturally includes the rum that communicates directly with the gin using the organization's central computer and the Curacao behind the rum.

"Rum, you should have heard it."

Gin said in a cold voice.

Then he threw the communicator backwards, and Vodka caught it.

he continued.