Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Chapter 468 Chapter 471, King Gigi

In the beginning, it was nothing more than closing the distance, making it impossible for Sano to reload.

Even let Sano find a chance and change the bomb.

It was still possible to rely on the advantage of the crowd tactics to overwhelm Sano.

But these are all under the premise that Sano is using a pistol.

No matter how unafraid of death is this continuous-fire automatic submachine gun with a capacity of dozens of rounds, it is impossible to say that it is actively going to die in vain, right?
"This guy, where did he hide the weapon??"

The group of people temporarily hiding behind the bunker felt a little depressed in their hearts.

But even so.

These people don't think they have lost.

What happened to the gun?
So what if it's a submachine gun?
Is it possible that this gun can still have infinite bullets?

It's nothing more than a slightly larger sacrifice, anyway compared to last time.

There are also more people here.

The middle-aged man with a gloomy face thought so.

This guy can only be blamed for insisting on targeting himself, causing himself to replace the other guys in the meeting and paying a little more price.

No, when the matter is resolved, I have to find a way to make up for this loss.

However, when the middle-aged man had already begun to think about it and plan afterwards.

The gun in Sano's hand had already been shot in one shot.

"Quick, change the clip while he is!"

A group of people hiding behind the bunker rushed out immediately.

Sano also reached into his pocket again, as if to take out a magazine.

But when Sano's hand came out of his pocket, he brought it out.

Yet another submachine gun.

Ah.

The corners of Sano's mouth raised slightly.

Unlimited bullets can't be talked about, but unlimited firepower should be barely counted.

After all, with such a large arsenal, if you don’t put the loaded gun, if you put the bullets or the loaded magazines, isn’t it a bad brain?
...that is, there is a caliber requirement, otherwise.

Sano must have stuffed a few Gatlings in, just in case.

one way or another.

Game over, little Karamis.

"Da da da!!"

The gunshots that had paused for a moment rang out again.

The middle-aged man upstairs shrank his pupils, grasped the railing, and his veins bulged.

Damn, how does it feel to follow this rhythm.

It is no longer a matter of loss, but a matter of life and death?

I'm afraid that even if they win in the end, the casualties will make it extremely difficult to "negotiate claims" afterwards, and they may even be expelled from the meeting directly.

It's all a big problem...

wrong.

The middle-aged man shook his head. The key now is his own life.

Judging from the current situation, it is necessary to fight for the number of people and the ammunition in the opponent's hands...or ask your subordinates to pull out their guns and try?
The number of people here is plentiful, but not endless.

Support should be here soon...

The middle-aged man finally began to feel anxious.

... On the other end, Calvados was sitting in the car, using a sniper rifle to observe the situation inside the building through the window opened by the co-pilot.

The angle of view is too narrow to see fully.

However, rye seems to have the upper hand?

Speaking of which, what are those guys thinking? After all, they are one of the best cadres in the meeting, and their subordinates can't even afford a gun, right?
Just when Calvados, who had no information because of his dull temperament, was puzzled in his heart, one car after another suddenly appeared from the end of the road and sprinted at an extremely fast speed. With a "squeak--" it slammed on the brakes and stopped beside the building.

Dozens of men in black quickly got out of the car and rushed to the door of the building without saying a word.

Reinforcements?

so fast?
Calvados frowned and turned his gun.

This high probability is only the first wave. I don’t know how many waves will come later. When will it arrive? Let’s help attract some firepower and solve it as soon as possible, right?

But before Calvados could shoot, a figure in his sight made him startled.

"call."

A group of men in black running at the front looked towards the alley next to the building.

A foreign man in a suit stood on one foot and raised his arms back.

It looks like a pitcher throws the ball in... a baseball game.

"Snapped!"

Sano kicked hard, and at the same time threw out his right arm like a whip.

In the ear-piercing sound of breaking through the air.

Countless small black shadows traveled a distance of 30 meters in an instant.

"Pfft!"

Followed by the sound of piercing flesh and blood.

Within a range of 20 meters shrouded by tiny black shadows, no one could continue to stand.

Even if it was not hit directly to the vitals, the penetrating injury would not be considered minor.

The howling and screaming of rolling all over the ground continued.

At the same time, some small black beads wrapped in blood can also be seen in the pool of blood on the ground.

steel balls.

This is also a method that Sano came up with on a whim.

The main source of inspiration is Sano's experience of throwing people at the Twin Towers last time, as well as a reference to a character nicknamed King Gigi in an anime.

Use super strength to throw things out.

Is it a long-range attack?

At least relatively speaking, it is a long distance.

Of course this is not really important.

Because of the method of throwing, there is a limit to the distance after all.

Compared with the speed of rushing directly to the body, it is not much different.

The most critical thing is that the mob suit and the Superman pendant have a similar problem.

Not durable enough.

Although the thug suit can bring Sano enough attack power to kill in seconds.

It can be limited by fists and feet, no matter how instant kills can be, it is only limited to a single body.

Perhaps compared to the battle mode of the Superman pendant because it needs spider venom to compensate for the attack power, the physical consumption of the mob suit is a little smaller, but it is only a little smaller, especially when attacking, it is not casual With such a little effort, it can be solved lightly.

Therefore, quantify the throwing object and play the effect of a range attack.

In the face of crowd tactics, it will be a good strategy.

Sano even thought that converting these steel balls into bombs or smearing them with spider venom can further achieve better results. Of course, for now, this is not necessary, ordinary small steel balls are enough .

...The reinforcements following behind were frightened by this sudden accident.

Come back again.

Sano had already pulled out a second "baseball" and put it in the same pose as before.

"call out!"

"what!"

Looking at the densely packed steel balls, it brings out the picture of countless blood.

Calvados' forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

... What kind of terrifying power is this?

To be able to throw steel balls with bare hands, which is more terrifying than a shotgun?

In horror, Calvados recalled the previous conversation between Sano and Gin.

Since he never showed up, Calvados almost forgot about it.

Is this guy the foreign aid invited by Rye?

Watch as the man beats a bunch of people until no one is standing after three throws in a row.

Calvados was taken aback.

Wait a minute, where does this appearance seem to be... Is it a killer black cat?
Calvados suddenly remembered that, because he went on the mission with Rye and didn't participate, and the Gin Six did it and didn't finish it.

The last mission accepted by an outsider.

...To be precise, it shouldn't be taken over by an outsider, but just a pure coincidence?
However, this person has been rumored to be a monster. Calvados, who has been fighting in the underground world for so many years, will inevitably have some bad opinions.

Why would Rye get involved with this guy?

Before Calvados frowned, he thought about it.

It was discovered that the black cat did not enter the building to support after finishing dealing with the people outside.

Instead, he walked towards himself.

After being stunned for a moment, Calvados quickly raised his vigilance, quietly took out his pistol, and hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute, the two of us are not enemies!"

... This guy, do you think you thought he was a mud attendee?
Sano kept walking, and finally stood still in front of the car.

(End of this chapter)