I'm no elf

Chapter 263 On that day, Murayama finally remembered...

"If you can, you can try it."

After a brief laugh, Zi's eyes were like a spring of water, clear and without fluctuations.

Du's pupils shrank sharply, is this girl crazy?The other party is an extreme villain who dares to play terrorists, and basically has no psychological burden to kill people.

Should it be said that she is jealous of evil, or is she brave and foolish?
Going to mess with Cunshan now, to put it bluntly, wouldn't that be courting death?

"very good."

Sure enough, Murayama's expression became more and more crazy.

"You will pay for your arrogance."

Without his heart beating or his hands shaking, Murayama aimed at Zi's leg and pulled the trigger.

He was not in a hurry to kill the other party, so he didn't aim at the fatal part, but wanted to destroy her psychological defense first, so that she would be swallowed up by fear bit by bit in despair.

boom!
A gunshot added to the fear in everyone's hearts.

The firearm spewed out dazzling tongues of flame, and Murayama watched the gradually dissipating gunpowder smoke, but was stunned by the sight in front of him.

The bullet hit Zi's leg accurately, but it didn't hit. The orange-yellow bullet spun wildly in front of her leg until it lost all kinetic energy, then fell powerlessly to the ground, making a jingling sound.

"This this……"

Murayama looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, this situation was completely beyond his cognition.

Not only Murayama, Du, the young people, the hostages who secretly raised their heads, but also those men in black with guns on guard, everyone was dumbfounded.

Is this a human or a Pokémon?Can actually block the next bullet without a hair?
"Good game, but, sorry."

Zi shrugged, and kicked up with lightning speed, kicking Murayama's gun away with great force.

"Varied!"

Murayama withdrew his hand subconsciously, and before he finished speaking, Zi jumped back lightly, took out two pitch-black baby balls that he had never seen before from his waist, quickly enlarged them, and threw them out.

Two kick-offs were heard, and then a thick smoke spread out, obscuring Murayama's sight.

It seemed that what Zi threw was not a baby ball, but a smoke bomb.

The smoke seemed to be to cover up something unknown, and Murayama noticed that there was a glaring white light in the dark smoke.

"Shoot the white light inside the smoke screen!"

Murayama hurriedly ordered loudly, and he himself took advantage of this time to pick up a firearm at random.

Hearing the sound, the men in black around came back to their senses and immediately raised their guns to shoot.

The hail of bullets came from all directions, and all the firepower was concentrated on the white light in the smoke screen.

It has to be said that the marksmanship of these terrorists is still passable.

"Did you make it?"

Murayama stared at the white light closely, not daring to neglect in the slightest.

For some reason, even with such intensive firepower, he still had a bad premonition in his heart.

brush!
After a long time, amidst the smoke of gunfire and bullets, there was a whistling sound of wind.

The sound of the wind spread with terrifying wind pressure, and for a moment, Murayama felt his face being stabbed by the airflow, like being stabbed by a knife.

After waving his hands to signal his subordinates to stop shooting, Murayama suddenly realized something, and began to adjust his firearm, replacing it with a special capture gun for Pokémon.

The rest of the men in black also recalled it, and half of them also switched to capture guns, while the rest still used live ammunition as a precaution.

The smoke slowly dissipated, Zi didn't know when she retreated into the crowd, and there was a ghost floating around her.

At this time, this ghost is setting up a barrier that reduces reflection by half, covering everyone.

As for the scattered men in black in the crowd, they fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep with drooling from the corners of their mouths, apparently hypnotized by Ghost.

But these are nothing, the most surprising thing is the huge pair of wings that caught everyone's eyes in the smoke screen.

It was white, holy, and shining, like the wings of some kind of bird, but it was more than a hundred times more beautiful than that.

The huge wings wrapped and converged, and a faint barrier surrounded it. Near there, the ground was full of fragmented bullets that had lost power.

"Is this wing... some kind of Pokémon?"

Du was also terribly shocked at this time, even though he was a heavenly king and investigator, he had never seen such wings.

All he could do was to stare at the spectacle of the wings, just like Murayama.

Not so for Murayama, because he almost remembered the owner of these wings.

"White Feather?"

Mumbling with an ugly face, Murayama finally recalled the fear of being dominated by Bai Yu in the Kanto area that day.

Sure enough, the huge wings slowly opened, revealing the white-haired Master Li inside.

"This is Bai Yu?"

Du heard Murayama talking to himself, and repeated it in shock.

As an investigator, even though Du had never met Master Li, he knew him better than anyone else.

I have searched countless times of information at work, and I can't understand a series of his deeds.

Originally, after the Quartz Conference was over, the alliance would assign him to negotiate with Bai Yu, but unexpectedly, since then, the other party disappeared like a human being, and there was no trace of him at all, so the task of crossing is gone Of.

However, today, several months later, he unexpectedly met Bai Yu in a dream, and it was still in such...uh, such an aggrieved way.

Du glanced at the rope on his body and the limp Kuailong beside him, and sighed helplessly.

Regardless of whether Bai Yu was released by that purple-haired girl, he can only pray now.

Pray that Bai Yu is strong enough to defeat this group of people.

"Long time no see, Murayama, the last time I escaped with a grenade, it was really amazing."

Seeing that Zi and Guisi had successfully protected the hostages, Master Li shook his white hair with confidence and made fun of Murayama.

"Speaking!"

"Is that the legendary White Feather?"

"Have you been saved?"

Under the protection of the halving reflex, the crowd suddenly relaxed a lot, and began to secretly look at Master Li, talking a lot.

Murayama's cold sweat dripped down his cheeks, and he stared at Master Li in horror.

The dusty memory, coupled with the handover firepower of the bullets, couldn't do anything to the opponent, and Murayama suddenly panicked.

"Boss, what should I do?"

The voice of his subordinates woke up Murayama suddenly, no, there is no need to be afraid, all his accomplices are here, and there are also a large number of extremely aggressive Pokémon and some props dedicated to Pokémon, it is possible to be afraid A mere white feather?
Having figured this out, Murayama immediately regained his composure, ignored Master Li, and ordered with a wave of his hand: "Fire! Use a special capture bomb!"

Click!

The men in black all set up their guns and aimed at Master Li.

……

(End of this chapter)