Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

The operation in the Golden Hall was smooth sailing, but it seemed that the other side was not so lucky.

"Huhuchi"

Crow held the pistol and kept panting, leaning against the bunker and licking the cold sweat from the corner of his mouth. In fact, at this moment, he desperately wished that what he was holding was a grenade or a rocket launcher, so that he could kill the bastard on the opposite side.

That way, I wouldn't be like now, running away while shooting, calculating my stamina and ammunition, knowing in my heart that "he can't beat him at all".

(To the north, you have to tell the three people below not to come up.)

He could hear the gunshots below and could probably tell what the situation was.

In his opinion, even without Fujimaru Ritsuka, just relying on Sakura and Yasha to deal with those shrimp soldiers and crab generals is enough. They have always come here like this, with only a few injuries at most.

But, the guy in front of me is different.

boom!

With his back against the bunker, Crow bent his elbow and swung the gun back. The bullet shot out straight, tongues of fire spurted out from the muzzle, and the murder weapon cut through the airflow and flew towards the seemingly defenseless man.

Then, it was cut in half by the white light.

It was a samurai sword. I don’t know where the “manager” took it out. It was not long and not very sharp, but it was just placed on the path where the bullet passed. It was slightly raised at the moment when the tip of the bullet and the blade overlapped. , the bullet split into two, leaving bullet marks on the stone railing placed nearby.

So damn speechless!

Crow swore angrily.

Cutting bullets by hand? What kind of fresh beef and mutton do you think this is? Can I still cut it by hand?

In his memory, even among mixed breeds, there are only a few people who can do this kind of thing, maybe they can be counted on one hand, and the only one who can do it so easily is probably the young master of his family, right?

After all, cutting bullets requires not only knife skills, but also reflex nerves, calculation ability, and physical ability. Otherwise, how can you see through the trajectory of the bullet and place the knife in that place?

You know, this is something that even the Marvel hero in a red tights can do!

It was embarrassing to say that when it came to reflexes and physical abilities, the first thing he thought of was the girl he interviewed two days ago.

The young master and the juniors that the young master is interested in, one is in his twenties and the other is fifteen years old. The guy in front of him looks and feels very different from the young master.

**[Japanese swear words], geniuses appear in droves nowadays, right? ! Where is the wholesaler from? Have you secretly done genetic modification?

It feels good to complain, but the crisis is not over yet.

Behind the bunker with his back turned, the manager was still humming some melody, strolling towards him.

From time to time, I would look down through the railing, overlooking the battle situation on the first floor, and then sigh.

Crow knew that if the other person wanted to kill him, he would have finished killing him long ago, and even this time would be enough time for him to paint himself a manicure and send a chat software to clock in after killing him.

There is only one possibility why there is no movement yet.

Is he waiting for the people below to come up and kill him?

Crow must admit that his calculation was wrong this time. He did not expect that this person's strength would reach this level. To put it bluntly, it made him feel like he was being hunted by Young Master Yuan Zhisheng.

This evaluation has really made the crows smack their lips.

If he knew this information in advance, would he still contact him head-on, or would he turn around and run away?

In fact, they can still fight. It is impossible to just let the generals of the fierce ghosts leave like this. But if there are only Misbuki Yaksha and himself, the crow will choose the three of them to go together, and then after getting enough information, he will take the rear Let the other two people go back and deliver the information to the young master.

Now actually we could have done this, but

【Someone asked me to check your condition. 】

(Fujimaru Ritsuka, do the fierce ghosts also feel a sense of crisis about our new monsters?)

At least, Fujimaru Ritsuka must not be allowed to fall into his hands.

[Kaguya, help me pass the message. 】

Although almost no information was found except "The Dragon King of the Demons is so powerful", but he could no longer increase his chips, Crow made a decision and sent the text he had just secretly typed into his phone through Kaguya. Send it to Yasha Misbuki Sakura and others.

And almost at the same time, a huge explosion came from below.

Crow knew that Low's battle was coming to an end, and he adjusted his glasses with a smile.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Crow also knew that he had to give them some time to evacuate now.

Phew. If I had known earlier, I should have given the girl at the izakaya more money to enjoy herself for a longer time last night.

I don’t know what the young master’s reaction will be if I die. They won’t replace me immediately, don’t. Don’t forget about me and just replace me and go to work. It will take at least another three years!

As for Fujimaru Ritsuka

A senior who died in the line of duty on the first day would not leave much of an impression. As Fujimaru Ritsuka said, he was a bit like the captain of the Kingdom Guard who died in the line of duty in a rookie battle.

You won't even leave your name.

Um, what else is there?

Bye now! Parents, colleagues I drank with, women I slept with, so many. Thanks to the TV station, the revolving restaurant, the sushi buffet, the succulent cactus I raised last year, and so on.

"I can't remember, I'll knock!!"

Crow cursed angrily, turned and crouched and fired.

His marksmanship is considered to be very good. In fact, he is one of the elites of the Executive Department after all. Although his bloodline is not high, his rich combat experience still prevents him from becoming defenseless in front of the enemy. Chicken.

From his perspective, the manager had already loosened his hair at this moment. The originally greasy-looking hairstyle that contradicted his temperament had been erased. The loose hair reached below his shoulders. It was a little messy, but he was much more handsome than before. point.

He was still watching the battle on the first floor, and he didn't know what he saw. There was a bit of surprise on his face, and he didn't look at himself at all.

Mudd! You look down on people, right? Then you have to suffer!

Equipping himself with a death flag, the crow shoots while moving, and all the bullets fly accurately to the enemy's fatal position.

The murder weapon that pierced the air did not win the victory. They were all knocked down less than half a meter away from the boy. Several white lights passed by. The crow couldn't even see how many times he had swung. He only felt that his gesture was like He is the dojo master who sends his disciples away.

This time he did not retreat. He had tried to distance himself before by relying on the opponent's casual attitude, but it could only be limited to a certain range. The Dragon King of the Fierce Ghosts had no intention of letting him go.

So this time he stopped pretending and showed his cards.

"Real men just come and shoot!"

He was thinking while provoking his mind.

(As long as you move fast enough to close the distance, you can stop a knife with an arm or a head. As long as the gun can hit him, at least it must leave blood samples and wounds!)

There are many things that blood samples can do, not only to facilitate the tracking of the other party in the future, but also to locate the identity if you are lucky.

As for the wound?

You don’t want to be fatal, but at least leave some results, right?

It is said that this is how it is drawn in comics, Crow thought.

However, the crow approaching at high speed was shocked by what happened in the next second. The dragon king who saw the fierce ghosts did not take the initiative to greet him as he imagined. Instead, his pupils suddenly widened, and he suddenly exploded as if he had seen a ghost. retreat.

? What are you hiding from? Is it your turn to hide?

Before Wu Wu could think about it, he thought that his plan had been discovered, but he was awakened by a loud shout.

"Crow-san! Brake!!"

Um?

His body worked one step ahead of his thoughts. He quickly put his feet on the ground and leaned back. For a moment, he looked like Brother Neo dodging bullets. In the end, he fell to the ground like a novice who stood on the skating rink for the first time.

On the way to his fall, he saw a blurry, huge afterimage.

His sluggish brain whirled uncertainly before finally coming to a conclusion.

Is that a fountain?

His thoughts were interrupted, and he watched the fountain explode with unparalleled kinetic energy, whirling and crashing into the fierce ghost dragon king who had seemed to be at ease from just now, leaving his once confident expression on his face. It smashed into pieces and flew into the inner room with him, erupting with the sound of eardrum shattering.

oh.

Crow walked a few steps dullly and looked towards the first floor.

There, the newcomer named Fujimaru Ritsuka was still panting as she kept throwing the discus. Standing next to her were Yasha and Miss Sakura. Yasha's expression was almost the same as his own, and he was extremely shocked.

Ms. Sakura is a little better. From a distance, her face still seems expressionless, but if you look closely, you will find that her eyes are not focused at all.

This is natural, after all

?

He looked at the water fountain.

I gradually understood everything.