I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Gin is not stupid enough to think that Miyano Akemi would really come to the party alone without bringing anything. If he really doesn't care at all, the gun might be pointed at his back in the next second.

So we must strike first and kill as many as we can!

However, reality often does not develop as the parties imagine.

"No, big brother!"

Um! ?

Following Vodka's slightly panicked voice behind him, Gin turned his head suddenly.

His younger brother could only hunch over slightly at this moment, his arms were bleeding profusely and hanging down weakly on both sides of his body due to gravity, and the pistol fell at his feet and he still didn't pick it up.

Were the tendons severed by the two stab wounds just now?

No, it's impossible.

Gin immediately rejected this idea in his mind. If the damage was caused by the two flying knives before, Vodka should have been pierced through the elbow, not just a minor flesh wound like now.

The next second, a careless voice sounded in the warehouse.

"Oh? You're still thinking about other things when you're playing against me?"

!

Gin's heart was filled with alarm bells, and he suddenly realized that he had made a fatal mistake in the battle.

That is, when facing an opponent who must give his all, he actually thought of something else!

Without any time to think, knowing it was too late to dodge, Gin immediately turned sideways and tensed his arm muscles.

At the same time, three flying knives flew through the air again. Two of them fell into the air because he dodged in time, but the middle one was unavoidable and pierced deeply into the outside of his upper arm.

The sudden burning sensation made Gin's lips tighten suddenly. He was mentally prepared for the severe pain that would follow.

But the pain made it stop...

It's amazing, even though I was stabbed by a flying knife, it didn't hurt at all?

No, there is anesthetic on the knife! And it is a very strong anesthetic!

Gin's thinking was much quicker and more cautious than Vodka's. When he realized something was wrong, he immediately rolled over on the ground, pulled out the flying knife that was stuck in his arm and threw it away.

Even this is not enough to stop the anesthetic from spreading through the body.

Then he made an even more surprising move.

boom!

A gunshot like thunder rang out in the warehouse, and a pool of dark red blood immediately appeared on the sleeve of Gin's right windbreaker.

He actually shot himself in order to resist the toxins from the anesthetic, using the severe pain to force himself to stay awake while bleeding to remove some of the toxins.

"Hurry, go!"

Without any hesitation, Gin stumbled towards the warehouse exit on the Vodka side with one arm hanging down. At the same time, his left arm holding the gun moved like a pointer, aiming at the rear and firing continuously, forcing Serabelle into the bunker with temporary fire suppression. The clinking bullets hit the load-bearing steel frame of the warehouse, emitting dazzling sparks.

Miyano Akemi was not stupid either. After realizing that Vodka had lost his ability to attack, she rolled over into a bunker made of wooden frames nearby, took out the pistol in her arms, and fired several shots at Gin who was trying to evacuate.

Unfortunately, my shooting skills were so poor that I only managed to hit the moving targets at close range with tactical strokes.

Serabel was standing close to the warehouse door from beginning to end. He slipped out the door as Gin fired the first bullet, and listened to the thirteen gunshots with his back against the wall.

The Beretta F92M has a capacity of fifteen rounds, which means there are two rounds left...

Two shots...

Two... huh?

Suddenly feeling that something was wrong, Serabelle looked up.

It was not an illusion, he indeed hadn't heard any gunshots for two full seconds.

She couldn't rule out the possibility that the other party was holding back the last two bullets and was waiting to shoot her as soon as she showed her head. Serabelle took off her coat and threw it lightly. The coat fell to the ground in the twilight like a dark bat.

Still no gunfire.

No way, how can you be so tolerant?

Then eat my flash bomb!

He took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight without even opening the camera or starting continuous shooting. A bright white light, like that from a high-beam knight's belt, immediately burst out from the flash on the back of the phone, illuminating the entire warehouse.

Although it may sound a bit childish at first, this is indeed a commonly used tactic in indoor combat in dark environments, especially when it is suddenly opened when turning a corner, which is enough to temporarily blind an adult with excellent eyesight.

Those with poorer psychological quality may just shoot randomly and expose their own position.

However, there was still no gunfire.

Have these two people ever quit drugs?

"..."

Sensing that something that he originally thought was a very small possibility might have happened, Serabelle moved the tip of her left thumb to the option to turn on and off the flashlight function on the phone, and three new throwing knives appeared in her right hand. As her left thumb pressed, they flashed out, and her right hand made a gesture to throw the sharp weapons.

However, there was no target to lock onto.

In the empty warehouse, apart from Miyano Akemi, who looked nervous and weak, pitiful and helpless, clinging to the wooden shelf and sticking half of her head out from behind the shelter to look out, there was no sign of Gin and Vodka. Only an abandoned pistol was lying quietly there.

No way, he really slipped away?

Is this true, Serabelle thought to herself.

At the same time, on the road two hundred meters away from the dock warehouse, two men in black climbed out of the reeds that were half a person's height, and without even bothering to clean the weeds on their bodies, they struggled to climb over the guardrail.

A completely black Porsche 356A was parked quietly on the side of the road, as if it had been waiting here for a long time.

Gin opened the car door and sat heavily in the driver's seat, then opened the passenger door from the inside. Vodka, whose arms were completely paralyzed by the anesthetic, also hurried in, gasping for breath.

"Brother, but that woman..."

"Don't worry about her, she's already dead." Gin fastened his seat belt.

Vodka was stunned: "Really?"

He never questioned what Gin said, but with his IQ, he couldn't figure out how Miyano Akemi, who was unharmed from beginning to end, could inexplicably become dead.

"The other party is Figol the Ripper." Gin started the car and glanced at him coldly, "You haven't heard of this name?"

"without……"

"I'm too lazy to think about the distant past, so let me tell you about the most recent one. About half a month ago, all the prominent gangs in Peckham, London, England, disappeared overnight. Do you understand? All of them."

After Gin finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator and the Porsche moved forward.

The slight shaking of the car body woke up the vodka in the passenger seat.

The Peckham area of ​​London is a well-known illegal area in the UK. It is almost entirely the territory of gangs. Even the London government finds it difficult to intervene. They want to make all the gangs there disappear overnight... What kind of indiscriminate killer is this?

If she had encountered such an indiscriminate killer, then Akemi Miyano, who was left in the warehouse, would certainly not have been spared.

This is trying to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

Vodka immediately understood what his big brother meant. His thumbs, which were hanging limply due to the effect of the anesthetic, were slightly raised, and the other four fingers were barely closed.

"Goodbye, brother."

Chapter 36 Let’s go get a room

The view turns back to the dock warehouse.

Miyano Akemi was still slumped in the gap between two wooden shelves, the pistol with an empty magazine dropped beside her, and she was gasping for breath in shock.

Serabelle did not rush forward to negotiate with her, but patiently picked up the scattered flying knives on the ground, wiped them clean with the napkins she carried with her, and then came to the latter's side.

He didn't get too close, and there was a stack of half-person-high wooden shelves between the two of them.

Serabelle leaned forward slightly, casually folded her arms in front of her body like an elementary school student in class, and leaned her head over the top of the obstacle to look at the woman sitting on the ground below.

At the same time, Miyano Akemi also raised her head to look at him, their eyes met in the air, and the young man greeted her like a gentleman.

"Good evening, Ms. Miyano."

"night……"

Miyano Akemi could only say two words before she couldn't continue.

Now is the time to greet each other in a friendly manner!

Serabelle looked around and realized this, so she simply stretched out a hand.

"This is really not a good place to chat. Let's go somewhere else and talk slowly."

"……Um."

Miyano Akemi had no choice but to nod in agreement and gently hold the extended hand.

She thought that Serabelle would take her away immediately, but she didn't expect that this guy would pull her through another warehouse, turn a corner, lean over and reach into a messy weeds, and gently pick up a boy with glasses who looked about seven or eight years old like catching a cat.

"This child is..."

Although it was dim at night, Akemi Miyano immediately recognized Conan.

They had met once when she went to the Mori Detective Agency, and again when she found Hirota Kenzo. Together with the meeting in the hotel elevator tonight, this was their fourth meeting.

"I'm here to save you too, but considering that a fight might break out, I'll knock him out first." Serabelle said as a throwing knife fell into her hand and she gently scratched Conan's neck.

Needless to say, the blade was extremely sharp. Miyano Akemi only saw a flash of silver light, and then a thin line of blood appeared on the boy's slender neck, with tiny drops of blood oozing out of it.

Serabelle put away the flying knife and wiped away the blood with her thumb.

"Don't worry, it's just a minor skin break. The bleeding will stop in two minutes. There's anesthetic on the knife, which will improve his sleep quality a little bit."

"……Oh."

Miyano Akemi's face turned red, and she immediately realized that she had misunderstood what the other person meant.

Serabel threw Conan over her shoulder like a sack, then hooked her finger at Miyano Akemi to signal her to follow.

"Let's go. The car is on the side of the road. I hope those two cowardly lizards are not so crazy as to find my car and blow up its tires."

The rest of the journey was a bit silent. As the material of the road surface under their feet changed from rough gravel to smooth asphalt, the three people, two adults and one child, returned to the side of the road from which they came.

The black Audi A3 was still parked on the ramp, the body of the car was intact and there were no bullet holes on the wheels.

"This is it, get in the car."

As Serabelle spoke, she took out the car keys from her pocket and unlocked the car door. She first opened the back door and threw Conan, who seemed to be sleeping soundly after drinking three bottles of sleeping tea, into the back seat. Then she put the yellow warning sign that she had taken back when she came back into the trunk, and finally walked around to the left front door, opened it and got in.

When he got into the car, Miyano Akemi also sat down in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt obediently.

With the car door closed, the biting cold wind of the early spring night and the noise of vehicles passing by on the road outside were immediately isolated outside the car.

Serabelle started the car, and a low, slight roar came from the engine.

Turn on the air conditioner and the interior lights, and warm air will immediately flow out from the air-conditioning vents, accompanied by warm light from overhead.

The atmosphere suddenly became warm and relaxed.

Serabel was in no hurry to start and leave. He casually placed one hand on the steering wheel and looked through the rearview mirror at Mingmei's face in the passenger seat.

"Let me clarify my position for the time being. Ms. Miyano, the organization you want to take your sister away from is also the organization I am currently investigating. So to some extent, our positions are the same. So I have a few questions to ask, and I hope Ms. Miyano can answer them truthfully."

"……Can."

Miyano Akemi thought about it seriously and nodded slightly.

Serabelle raised her index finger and said, "First question, is the name Miyano Akemi your real name, Ms. Miyano?"

"Yes."

"Very good. Then the second question is, Ms. Miyano, what is the name of the sister you want to take away from the organization?"

"My sister's name is Miyano Shiho. Shirley is her code name in the organization. Only core members have code names in the organization. Since I am an outer member, I don't have any."

When mentioning her sister, Miyano Akemi's face looked even more worried.

Serabelle didn't care and asked the third question right away.

"In that case, do you know someone named Miyano Elena in that organization?"

"That, that's..."

Obviously knowing the name, Miyano Akemi reacted immediately when she heard it. She opened her mouth in some surprise and blurted out the answer without thinking.