Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

"But in this way, this little girl seems to be useless."

"Or just do it?"

Sano's eyes turned cold, and he subconsciously planned to stick to it, but no matter how hard he exerted his feet, he couldn't move the hand locked in the machine.

What should I do.

Use words to divert the attention of these guys, so as to delay the transmission time.

What if it is too late.

If only Sano's own problem was the problem, it would be much easier to handle.

No matter how bad it is, the worst thing is that Sano will abandon this body, and even go so far as to say it recklessly.

It is not impossible to directly release the replica and silence all witnesses.

Countless thoughts flashed through Sano's brain within two or three seconds.

But my body is faster than my brain.

Sano's feet continued to exert force, and all the strength of his body was gathered on his legs, and he sprinted forward.

If Sano is locked by iron chains.

If you don't work hard, you can really break it.

Not really.

Seeing that the tip of the knife was getting closer and closer to the little girl's snow-white neck.

Sano's eyes are getting colder and colder, and the strength in his body is also getting stronger.

Huangmao rushed forward to make a final struggle, but it was just to no avail.

Increased injuries.

time.

Every minute and every second of time seems to be crucial at this moment.

Outside the workshop, half of Sano's body had been transmitted.

Talk, talk may be able to buy a certain amount of time.

perhaps.

Why on earth do you have to gamble on that possibility?
Bloodshots spread in Sano's eyes, and finally covered the entire eyeball, converging in one place.

"prick--"

Ok?
The guy closest to Sano turned his head suspiciously.

Seeing the sleeve of Sano's left arm, it tore open.

The lining under the windbreaker jacket of the special attack suit was also torn, exposing the skin.

The skin is constantly tensed.

Suddenly it was torn apart, exposing the muscles, the muscles were torn, blood splashed out, exposing the bones.

Bones rattled.

Finally, it snapped in two.

……This guy! ?
The black afterimage instantly spanned a distance of more than ten meters with the spilled blood.

"boom!!"

With a punch, the head of the man holding the little girl was instantly attached to the ground.

The huge muffled sound seemed to fall from a dozen-story building.

While the ground was cracking, there was no doubt that the skull had also cracked.

The scarlet eyes turned, and two red lines were drawn.

Sano grabbed the little girl with his backhand and threw it at Huang Mao, while turning around and kicking in the air.

Kicked the guy with the knife flying ten meters away.

Dust was everywhere.

Sano's figure paused for a second, but it wasn't because of the broken arm.

Sano did it on purpose.

The purpose is to let these guys react from the shock.

Only in this way can these guys taste it in a more subtle way.

Isn't it the fear that Sano got from tearing off a hand?
Looking at the blurry face because of the dust splashing and the speed is too fast, except for the two big red lantern-like eyes and the unusually prominent tall and straight figure, the remaining half The lonely big arm, the blood is still gushing out from the wound.

A picture of black and red colliding.

A sudden and unexpected development.

The momentum attribute has been steadily improved.

The oppressive feeling on Sano's body became extremely strong, and the people around felt that their breathing was about to freeze, and their heartbeats stopped at this moment.

A strong sense of crisis continued to mount.

... This lunatic cut off his hand! ?
What's more, you have a bad brain, why don't you be so decisive! ?

By the way, where did this guy get the knife, it can be cut from the upper arm... It's impossible with a dagger, and it's not easy to use a long knife to cut yourself.

How did you do it?
Only the guy who witnessed the whole process for a few seconds and knew what was going on, his eyes were wider than anyone else—relying on his own brute force, he tore off one of his hands, let alone How much strength does this take.

Just this willingness, and the tolerance to pain, are already terribly impersonal.

After a moment of horror and silence.

"Come!"

Sano took the lead in launching the attack, and a group of people panicked and responded in a hurry.

But it was all in vain.

So what if one hand is missing.

It will not hinder Sano's overall mobility, especially the martial arts bandage is still in effect.

It's nothing more than a fully armed armored vehicle with one missing muzzle.

If a leg is missing, it will be like missing a wheel, and it will get in the way a lot.

Even with only one hand.

Sano——Black Death can still kill all directions!

Under Huang Mao's dull gaze, Sano quickly lost four or five people.

By the time the rest of the people finally reacted and wanted to draw their guns, it was already too late.

Although it sounds professional, it is as professional as gin.

It's not even 01:30.

Not to mention being affected by the aura attribute, the already collapsed mentality of this group of people can be said to be collapsed and collapsed until the first gun is actually drawn.

Already only two or three people were still breathing.

"Bang bang..."

Sano could have dodged a few shots in panic, but he didn't dodge.

Block the face from facing the person with your right arm bent, while arching your body.

Even the possibility of a half-hit hitting the nail was annihilated.

Sano quickly approached against the bullet, and completely wiped out the remaining two or three people.

The dust has settled.

The eyes that seemed to be bloodshot turned to the yellow hair.

Huang Mao's body trembled, and he subconsciously looked away, feeling something was wrong in the next second.

He hurriedly turned his gaze back and said worriedly, "Boss, your...hand?"

"No problem."

Sano glanced at the big arm that was still bleeding: "Take her away, fast, the real source will arrive at some point, I'll wait here."

Huang Mao was stunned: "Boss, are you going to sit on the sidelines and wait for the rabbit, but now you..."

"I now?"

Sano glanced over again, Huang Mao shut his mouth immediately, got up hurriedly and took the little girl away first - even though he didn't quite understand.

Why did Sano continue, but as a younger brother.

Huang Mao has absolute trust in Sano.

the fact is.

Sano lost a hand, and suffered injuries that were placed on ordinary people and had already been sent for first aid. The source of all this, from a certain level.

It's yellow hair.

Huang Mao felt guilty and uneasy.

But Sano's attitude, performance, the foundation established earlier by the two sides, and Huangmao's psychology, cognition, constantly impacted, and finally just adopted an instinctive reaction.

... Cough, to be honest.

Sano's situation was pretty much the same as what Huang Mao thought.

Sano, who was wearing a special attack suit, was durable enough, but he was not really immortal.

Serious injuries don't affect mobility too much, which doesn't mean that Sano won't die even if he bleeds dry.

Especially this kind of "waiting for a rabbit", I don't know how long it will take, but.

Does it matter?

The Rye body wearing a passerby hat appeared behind Sano.

The replica was released, and Sano reached out to catch the replica doll, and then turned to look.

That hand was still locked inside the machine.

What an amazing experience.

Sano quickly groped the body from the ground and took out the remote control of the mechanism, and took out his arm.

After thinking about it, Sano stuffed his hands into his wallet.

Well, it has become an independent dead entity, so it can naturally be converted into banknotes.

This made Sano think of a good way to divide the corpse and hide it... Cough, look for a chance to see if it is possible to connect the arm back with the physical bonus of the special attack suit.