My lover is this organization

Qin Wuque drove Shotaro closely behind and turned left. Compared to Conan, who was so anxious that he wanted to add a rocket booster behind the car to chase him, he was not in a hurry at all.

Compared to the opponent's off-road motorcycle, his road motorcycle has advantages in straight-line acceleration and maximum speed. In a congested urban area like this, it can't play any advantages at all. Even the Eternal Word Spirit can only increase his own speed, but cannot directly change the laws of physics.

Once they entered the narrow alley, the distance between the two sides was widened again.

"Hurry up, faster!" Conan urged loudly.

"Yeah." Qin Wuque responded slowly, and then seemed to suddenly remember something.

"By the way, do you have any offensive items that can be thrown?"

"what?"

While Conan was still thinking about what Qin Wuque meant by this, the two motorcycles had already drifted out of the alley in a smooth arc, one after the other.

The environment changed from bright to dark and then back to bright. The continuous light changes without any transition made Conan squint his eyes.

He suddenly felt cold all over.

Under the dazzling sunlight, Conan suddenly noticed that the criminal who was driving and fleeing in front of him suddenly had a matte black and cold object in his hand.

It's a pistol!

"Get out of the way!"

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By the way, why is it so difficult to recommend the anime "Hunter x Hunter"... It's so good, a masterpiece for otakus!

Chapter 284 Happy Torture Conan

Two motorcycles rushed out of the alley one after the other, with a distance of less than ten meters between them.

After all, we are still in the center of Tokyo, and the traffic on the wide straight road is still dense, but there are still some gaps to squeeze through.

Qin Wuque originally wanted to step on the gas and catch up with him, but as soon as he got out of the alley, he saw the other party taking out a dark and hard big treasure from his arms.

His rich experience made him brake and retreat without hesitation.

As a result, the private cars between the two suffered and became the perfect cover for Qin Wuque.

Bang bang bang bang!

Deafening gunshots echoed through the streets.

Almost at the same time, several bright sparks exploded from the black asphalt road, and more bullets poured onto the hoods of several private cars behind.

In an instant, the traffic on the entire road was in chaos, and the sparks from the bullets hitting the hoods of private cars directly scared a large number of car owners who were driving normally.

This is not Los Santos, where the people are simple and honest. How could ordinary citizens have ever seen such a scene!

The private car hit by the 9mm bullet lost control instantly. The owner sitting in the driver's seat was probably so frightened by the sudden sparks that the steering wheel flew off his hands. He actually tried to openly challenge the king... Oh no, the master, and crashed straight into a dump truck carrying a lot of earth that was slowly driving in the middle of the road.

"Boom!"

Boom!

The dubbing overlaps with the real sound effects.

The blow was so powerful that even though the fully loaded dump truck had a stable bottom, it was still forced to slightly deflect in direction under the self-sacrificing attack of the private car.

The huge inertia caused it to rush unstoppably into the opposite lane on the other side of the road, where it collided head-on with a bus.

Although the bus was big in size, it was much lighter than the dump truck. The whole vehicle was stopped instantly by the collision, and the front of the vehicle was lifted high and flew towards the sidewalk, accurately... hitting a tree and breaking it.

"Great! The private car's tactic of diverting the trouble was quite successful. It hit the bus and caused serious damage to the dump truck!"

Qin Wuque swayed his body from side to side, constantly adjusting his center of gravity as he drove Shotaro around on the chaotic road, while loudly explaining the battle situation in the voice of an announcer with a very translator's accent.

Conan felt a headache when he heard that this bastard actually had the mind to explain. He slapped the gas cap and said loudly.

"Hurry up and think of a solution. Damn it! That guy actually opened fire in the city without regard for the safety of other unrelated people. This won't work. It will cause more casualties!"

"Well, that's what happened."

Qin Wuque nodded as if in agreement, then changed the subject.

"So, you're scared?"

"what?"

Conan turned around and looked at him in disbelief, his mouth wide open.

"Do you know what you're talking about? That's a real gun! It's a real gun, the kind that can kill people if it hits them!"

"I know."

Qin Wuque answered lightly.

"Isn't this kind of thing predictable from the beginning? Normally, a sniper should be equipped with a submachine gun or a fully automatic pistol for self-defense in addition to a sniper rifle. He only has a semi-automatic pistol now, and you are already afraid?"

"I'm not scared, I just..." Conan tried to explain.

"I know, you're just hot-headed."

Qin Wuque skillfully lowered his head to avoid the stray bullets, his movements were so skillful that he could be compared to a car player. At the same time, he secretly increased the speed of the car again. Shengtaro, with light flowing all around him, almost turned into a winding light band on the road.

"If you really thought carefully before rushing out to chase the criminal, you wouldn't have shouted so loudly when you found the criminal. Don't you know what the consequences of alarming a desperado in public are?"

At this point, Qin Wuque let out a sigh that sounded more like a mockery than an exclamation.

"So I asked you to put aside your weird sense of justice. If you watched less detective dramas and more spy movies, you wouldn't be as straightforward as you. Not all criminals are susceptible to your bullshit. You are neither Uzumaki Naruto nor Zhuge Village Man. Do you really think that everyone can be persuaded by your lofty speech to kneel down and repent and cry and be taken away by the police?"

"I……"

Conan was speechless.

"Forget it, we can talk about this later. Compared to this, do you have a gun on you now?"

"What did you say? A gun!?"

Qin Wuque looked extremely shocked.

"Oh my god, I can't believe such horrible words came out of your mouth. Gouzi, you have changed. You were not like this before. You always advocated abiding by the law and didn't even dare to run a red light. But now you actually want to shoot people in the street. What happened to you? Why did you become like this?"

"I'm not asking you to kill him! I want to make him lose his ability to move!" Conan's head almost exploded, "Instead of talking to me about this, why don't you stop him immediately? Besides, didn't you say that he was causing trouble on your territory? Then you should stop him quickly, otherwise it will cause more casualties!"

"Eh? So you heard that?"

Qin Wuque's tone instantly returned to calm.

"But I still have to tell you a sad fact. I don't have a gun with me."

"what?!"

Conan was simply stunned by this guy's sudden display of the Tohsaka family's traditional performing arts.

"Aren't you a gangster? Aren't you a killer? Why don't you even carry a gun with you?" he asked loudly.

"Are you teaching me how to do something?"

Qin Wuque's expression gradually became happy.

"Besides, who says gangsters must carry guns? Some people carry guns because if they don't carry guns, they will die if they meet someone with guns. But it's different for me. As long as I hide fast enough, bullets can't catch up with me."

"what?"

Conan thought to himself what a mess this was.

"Watch carefully~" Qin Wuque said suddenly.

Before Conan could react to what this guy said, he saw Qin Wuque suddenly loosen his left hand and slowly lift it up into the air... and then disappeared!

No, it was not disappearance, but a failure of visual capture due to the fast speed. The image signal transmitted to the brain seemed to have suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

When it appeared again, a yellow 9mm bullet had already appeared between Qin Wuque's fingers, clamped between his index and middle fingers.

Due to the excessive force, the bullet even had slight deformation visible to the naked eye.

"You..." Conan's tongue was stuck.

"Is this magic?" he murmured.

"Magic is bullshit, it's strange." Qin Wuque said contemptuously, "If you don't believe me, you can touch it. It's just a little hot, fresh out of the body."

"I do not……"

Conan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but a dark blue round object rose in his sight and flew from the ground in front of him into the air.

When he looked closely, the blood in his body suddenly turned cold.

It was a grenade with the fuse pulled!!!

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Oh my god, there was a sudden thunder when I was typing, my DNA went out of control and I almost turned off the computer.

Later I thought about it carefully. When I was a child, my father would ask me to turn off the computer every time there was thunder, saying that it would be damaged, but the air conditioner, fan, refrigerator and other things would be completely fine.

So, is my computer a lightning rod?

Chapter 285 Jill is worn out by you

The news of the sniper murder in the observation hall on the first floor of Suzuki Tower soon spread to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Today is the first day of the opening ceremony of the Suzuki Tower. Various security measures are almost fully implemented at the opening ceremony. Moreover, this is also another huge investment by the Suzuki Group in Japan.

A behemoth like the Suzuki Group would be extremely welcome no matter which country in the world it moved to.

Therefore, in order to ensure that the Suzuki Group continues to have sufficient confidence in Japan and does not think of moving to other countries for development, the news of the sniper murder case received a unanimous positive response from the criminal police department as soon as it reached the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Dozens of police cars roared out of the Metropolitan Police Department parking lot with their lights on, heading quickly to the places where the criminals were spotted as assigned by their superiors, while keeping an eye on the route reports sent by the traffic police department based on the criminals' movements observed through traffic surveillance cameras.

"The suspect's license plate is Shinjuku se3317! According to the latest eyewitness testimony, the suspect has already crossed the Kototomi Bridge and is heading south along the Sumida River!"

In the command center of the Metropolitan Police Department, Officer Takagi, who received the alarm from Dr. Agasa, was making a serious and concise report.

On the large screen above the control console in the command center, a map of Tokyo city was simply composed of slightly thicker green lines, with red dots representing the locations where the suspect had appeared flashing conspicuously on it.

On the small split screen on the side, the information of the victims who died in the sniper killings has been displayed.

Judging from the photo, he is a middle-aged man in his forties, named Fujinami Hiroaki, and he looks like a profiteer in the photo.

After listening to Takagi's report, the slightly older policeman sitting in front of the console decisively pulled the microphone in front of him and shouted.

"All patrol vehicles nearby, please quickly go and lock on to the suspect. Once found, report and track him immediately. But be careful not to attempt to arrest him without authorization. The suspect may have other guns on him!"

This order was transmitted to every police car on patrol in the Tokyo city area at an extremely fast speed.

Almost at the same time, ordinary citizens in various parts of Tokyo city saw that the police cars that were originally patrolling slowly on the road seemed to be guided by something. They lowered the passenger window and took out the police lights that were rarely used and attached them to the roof.

Accompanied by the whistling sound of sirens, the speed of the police cars suddenly increased. One by one, they made a 180-degree turn on the road with an elegant arc comparable to that of a veteran driver of Ji Mingshan, and then rushed towards the same destination like summoned worker ants.

"Report! The suspect has been spotted, turning left from National Highway 6 and entering the area of ​​the money-hiding bridge!"

"Received! The southern end of the Money Hiding Bridge has been blocked and can be surrounded from both ends!"

"Reporting to headquarters! There is another thing. We found that there is another motorcycle chasing the suspect. According to our rough judgment, the motorcycle chasing the suspect is not a model sold by any motorcycle company on the market. It is suspected to be an illegally modified vehicle!"

"Don't worry about that! The important thing now is to arrest the suspect in the sniper case as soon as possible. Everything else can be dealt with later!"

"Understood...wait!"

In the police car that was chasing the suspect all the way, the policeman sitting in the passenger seat who had just finished reporting was about to put down the walkie-talkie, but when he looked up, he suddenly noticed that the strange-shaped motorcycle with gorgeous light strips all over it, which was also chasing the suspect in front of him, suddenly slowed down without any warning.

At the same time, in front, a round and inconspicuous dark blue ball that could make one's pupils shrink was thrown into the air and was slowly falling.

!!!

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Qin Wuque squeezed the brakes while driving at high speed. The highest-specification GT-class brakes on the market modified by the Los Santos Car Modifier played a crucial role at this time.

The brakes screeched and the tires left charred skid marks on the road.

In just less than two seconds, he reduced his speed from almost 120 mph to only 20 or 30 mph. At the same time, he turned the front of the car hard to the right and stepped on the accelerator again.

He used his feet as a needle gauge and the rear wheel as a pen gauge, and turned the entire locomotive sideways like a compass.