I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

He turned off the engine, pulled the handbrake, and after confirming that there were no vehicles approaching from behind, he opened the door and got out of the car. He took out a yellow warning sign from the trunk and placed it fifty meters behind the car.

"Okay, let's go."

"Uh... um."

Conan nodded in sudden realization and trotted after them.

I have to say that Serabelle's way of handling the situation was indeed the most appropriate at the moment. Not only did it not attract the attention of Hirota Masami, but if a yellow card was put behind the car, even if a curious passerby saw it, they would not find it strange.

If a car is parked with a yellow card behind it, it means that the car has broken down.

As for why there was no one next to the car, it was probably because they went to get help. After all, this place is not far from the city.

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Back to the path leading to the abandoned dock warehouse, Hirota Masami had been gone for a while.

At this moment, the sky had completely darkened. The wasteland outside the city was dark and covered with half-human-high weeds. To accurately find a person in such a place and under such lighting conditions was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Fortunately, there is only one road in front of us. At least if Hirota Masami came here to meet someone, the most likely place would be the abandoned dock warehouse at the end of the road.

The two walked along the gravel road, getting closer and closer to the dock warehouse. The occasional breeze at night made the surrounding weeds sway and rub against each other, and the sound they made just covered up the sound of their footsteps.

There are not many warehouses on the dock, only six in total, large and small, but they are arranged quite neatly, with doors facing each other and a clear view from head to tail. The things inside have been emptied, leaving only a few scattered and dilapidated wooden shelves.

It is extremely dangerous to start searching rashly in such an empty place.

What to do, what to do?

Conan gritted his teeth and thought of a countermeasure when someone pinched his neck.

The only person who could do this in this situation was naturally Serabel. When he looked up, he saw her putting her index finger in front of her lips as a gesture of silence, pointing to her ear, and then pointing to another abandoned warehouse diagonally opposite.

Does that mean there's movement in that warehouse?

Conan was slightly stunned, then he understood.

So the two of them slowed down their pace and came to the back of another warehouse opposite.

It is completely impossible to hear what is happening inside at this distance.

Taking advantage of the cover of dusk, Conan bravely stuck his head out to take a look.

The next second, it was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Those were two people in a standoff.

One of them is naturally Hirota Masami.

The other person who was confronting her was a very tall, silver-haired man. His face could not be seen clearly because his back was facing away, but his long black windbreaker was fluttering in the wind like the robe of the Grim Reaper with a giant scythe.

"It's the guys who made my body smaller!" Conan gritted his teeth out of control.

The body becomes smaller?

Catching the key words, Serabelle dropped her eyes for a moment.

"…I really want to know what's going on, but the situation is urgent. If we don't take action immediately, Ms. Hirota will probably be killed soon. But before we act, I'd better make it clear—"

"Ok?"

"If you wake up with a cold then I'm sorry."

Um! ?

As soon as she finished speaking, Serabelle put her fingers together like a knife and slashed at the back of the former's neck.

The force was just right and he was knocked down on the spot.

Serabelle caught Conan, who was falling limply, with one hand and gently put him down against the wall of the warehouse.

Pulling some weeds nearby to cover the small figure, the Fog City Ripper stood up, and several silver lights fell down and were steadily taken into his fingers.

The sleeves are full of swords!

Chapter 34 Are you also a lay Buddhist who adds money?

In the warehouse, the two sides confronted each other.

Hirota Masami's breathing was a little rapid, which was the result of her trying hard to conceal it.

Now she is like an unarmed person who encounters a Northeast Golden Tabby in the wild.

Unable to defeat, and unable to escape, the only thing one can do is pray that the other party will let him go... No, it should be said that it is even more terrifying than that.

At least the Northeastern Golden Shadow will hardly attack humans if it is full and does not feel threatened, but the person in front of him is different.

Hirota Masami almost didn't think that she could leave today, and the reason she came here was entirely out of that little fantasy that even she found ridiculous.

"Gin..."

She forced the syllable out through her clenched teeth.

As if he could see the nervousness of the woman in front of him, the man with long silver hair smiled coldly, his voice sounding like the teeth of sharks grinding against each other in the sea.

"You don't have to be so nervous, Hirota Masami... No, it's better to call you Miyano Akemi?"

It turns out her name is not Hirota Masami, but Miyano Akemi?

Not far outside the warehouse, Serabelle, who was approaching slowly with her footsteps completely suppressed, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly when she heard the name.

He has a good memory. Akai Mary did say that she once had a sister named Sera Elena, who married a man named Miyano Atsushi in Japan 20 years ago. Since then, she has changed her surname to Miyano Elena.

It is now known that the drug that makes Akai Mary shrink was taken by Elena Miyano, and the man named Gin in front of her seems to be a member of the organization that makes the rejuvenation drug, and Miyano Akemi not only has the last name Miyano, but also seems to know this Gin.

Please, what is Miyano Akemi's identity?

Well, there is no need to think about this kind of question. If you still can't guess it, then it's outrageous, just like how it was outrageous that Naruto was bullied crazily in the early days of Naruto.

It's like the Fourth Hokage has only been dead for a dozen years, but his face has been carved into a statue and placed on a cliff for people to admire. Naruto's surname is Uzumaki, and it is known that all members of the Uzumaki clan have red hair, except Naruto, who has yellow hair despite his surname. And the only one in the Uzumaki clan who could possibly give birth to a child with yellow hair is Uzumaki Shinkuna, who is married to the Fourth Hokage, who has yellow hair.

Please, who are Naruto’s biological father and mother?

This is the answer that anyone can figure out with a spinal cord, yet in the entire early period of the Hokage era, no one in the village knew about it, and they all rushed forward to madly bully the son of the Fourth Hokage who died for the village.

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After waiting for a while, Miyano Akemi still didn't speak again, so Gin curled the corners of his mouth expressionlessly.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Did you bring the money?"

"...Where is my sister, Shiho?" Miyano Akemi was not going to be led by the nose.

"Don't worry, you will see her."

Gin continued to sneer, raising his right hand and making a somewhat strange gesture.

Miyano Akemi immediately became alert and turned her head cautiously to glance behind her.

As expected, the next second, another figure appeared outside the warehouse door at the rear side.

He was a man also dressed in a black suit, but he was slightly shorter than the tall Gin. Under his black round hat was a very short and neat crew cut, his face was a little wide and a little overbite, and he wore a pair of sunglasses on his face. He looked quite sturdy.

The standoff was broken, and the two men sandwiched Miyano Akemi in the middle, one in front and one behind.

"Vodka..."

Miyano Akemi recognized the other person's identity in an instant and her face turned pale.

This duo was well-known throughout the entire organization for their ruthlessness, and even she, a low-level non-staff member, knew it.

Gin was too lazy to say any more nonsense. He slowly pulled his left hand out of his pocket, pulled out a shiny black Beretta M92F pistol, and pointed the black muzzle at the woman in front of him.

"Okay, I'll give you one last chance, Miyano Akemi. Did you bring the 1 billion yen?"

"Hey hey hey..."

As if he had already seen the scene where the latter's plan failed and he knelt down in despair, Vodka let out a creepy and malicious laugh from behind.

Miyano Akemi pursed her lips, and clenched her five fingers holding the pistol inside her coat until her knuckles turned white, and then loosened them little by little, as if she had lost all her strength.

This is a situation where death is inevitable.

She is well aware of this.

It should be said that since the appearance of vodka, I have lost all hope of turning the situation around.

Even if she shoots at Gin right now and both of them shoot at each other at the same time, Vodka will still be there to shoot her again.

But Miyano Akemi was not going to give up just like that. Although she was so scared that her legs almost went weak, she still held her head high.

"Don't get me wrong. Our original deal was that I earned 1 billion for the organization, and you let Shiho and I leave the organization. I didn't bring the money with me. If you bring Shiho here and let us go, I will tell you where the money is. By the way, if you kill me here, you will never get the money in your life."

"Huh, this woman really doesn't understand the situation."

Gin's index finger slightly tightened the trigger, and the smile on his pale face completely disappeared.

"It's true that Shirley is an important researcher in the organization, but as for you..."

His words seemed a bit incoherent, but in fact the logic was very clear.

A slightly expanded translation would be - it's true that Shirley is an important researcher in the organization, but you are not, so it doesn't matter even if we kill you here. As for whether Shirley will refuse to continue the research after you die, if she refuses, then we'll just kill her. At worst, we can just find someone else to continue.

The absolute cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness were vividly reflected in this short sentence.

Miyano Akemi's expression turned into complete despair, the breath of death gradually enveloped her, waiting for the sound of a gunshot...

No gunshots were heard, but a fourth voice was heard in the warehouse.

"Hey, hey, hey~ What are two grown men planning to do by tricking a girl into coming to a place like this in the middle of the night?"

!!!

The same sound falls into the ears of three different people, and the reactions are also different.

Miyano Akemi recognized the voice and was slightly startled.

At the same time, Gin gave up shooting without hesitation and jumped out with all his strength. The next moment, three flying knives with flashing cold light fell on the place where he was originally standing.

Vodka seemed to be even more stubborn. He pulled out a pistol from his waist and was about to shoot, but in the next second, he was stabbed in the left and right arms by two flying knives that brushed past Miyano Akemi's body. The pistol flew out of his hand with blood splattering.

"Excuse me~ your weapon."

Serabelle spoke in an exaggerated and joking tone as she staggered out from the shadows, with three new throwing knives clamped between the fingers of her left and right hands, just like Wolverine's claws.

Gin stared at the flying knife in his hand that was carved with strange patterns, as if he found it a little unbelievable.

"Fegor the Ripper?"

"Oh my? I didn't expect that I'm so famous that my fame has spread to Japan. But... that's all history."

Serabelle spread her hands and shrugged, and as she turned her wrist, the blade of the flying knife flashed with cold light.

"Old almanac?" Gin sneered, "You mean the old almanac from half a month ago?"

"Hey, how should I explain it to you..."

Serabelle put the tip of the knife against her forehead and scratched it.

"In short, someone is paying for your life."

After a little thought, he added another line imitating the lines in the movie.

“I’m willing to spend the money.”

Chapter 35 Gin: Retreat! Retreat quickly!

Generally speaking, in the real world, killers focus on PVE rather than PVP.

After all, this is not the world view of John Wick: Chapter 11. Everyone works for money. How can they think about screwing over their peers every day?

Unless there are benefits to be gained, they must be benefits sufficient to offset the risks.

There are always exceptions to everything. With killing going on every day, it is inevitable that hatred will grow, and it is natural to be targeted.

In that case, then——

"Do it!"

When two brave men meet in a narrow road, the brave one wins. Gin decisively raised his voice and shouted.

He was yelling to Vodka. Whether or not they could kill Serabelle here today was another matter, but at least they had to get rid of the traitor Miyano Akemi, and secondly, they had to be able to go back alive.