Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"There's a road to heaven but you don't take it, there's no door to hell but you insist on breaking in." Gin said lightly.

"Vodka, stop the car in front of them and fight our way out!" Gin showed an impatient and evil smile.

"Porter, how long will it take for the organization to arrive?" Baijiu asked while shooting towards the back.

"It will take at least 10 minutes!" Porter seemed to be looking for something from the back.

"The only advantage these minions have is their greater numbers. There's no need to be nervous about dealing with them. I'm just worried about having no place to vent my anger."

Every word spoken by the blackened Gin was as sharp as a blade, piercing straight into people's hearts, revealing a chill.

"Everyone! Hold on tight!!!"

Vodka stepped on the brakes, turned the steering wheel to turn the front of the car diagonally, and the entire car body moved diagonally.

Baijiu and Gin worked together to smash all the sandbags on the front side.

The dust raised by the rotating wheels blocked the vision of the Flying Knife Party, and countless grains of sand were blown into their eyes.

They brushed away the dust with one hand and covered their eyes with the other. The coughing sounds covered up the sound of Gin and his group getting off the bus.

In the dust, a black shadow holding a knife was moving as fast as the wind. Potter took agile steps, swung the hilt of the sword lightly, and listened to the clean and sharp sound of the blade.

Porter enjoyed swinging the sharp sword very much, showing off various extremely difficult sword techniques in this dusty battlefield.

Porter leaned back on his heels, moved suddenly to the side, and thrust the blade at a 45-degree angle into the enemy's throat, piercing the enemy with a long, sharp blade.

Just like that, the enemy didn't even have the chance to feel pain and hide. There was only the sound of them falling to the ground unconscious and the sound of bleeding like a fountain.

Gradually the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Compared with Porter, Gin seemed much rude. Gin walked slowly with a long-lost smile on his face.

For Gin, nothing is more joyful than killing.

Without giving the Knife Throwing Gang any time to react, Gin reached out and grabbed their hair, pulled them over, and put the still warm muzzle of the gun into their cold mouths.

With sounds like a watermelon cracking, Gin casually repeated this posture over and over again, like an emotionless killing machine.

Suddenly, four knife-throwing gang members holding AKs stood in front of him. They looked at Gin with kindness and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Suddenly, hundreds of bullets were fired at Gin, and enemies with machetes surrounded him on both sides.

They threw their throwing knives towards Gin like a hail of arrows.

"Haha! Die! Even if God comes, you can't escape!"

If an ordinary person encounters such a situation where he is surrounded by enemies on all sides, he will die anyway.

But what they encountered was the person with the highest KDA record in the organization, a ruthless and cold-faced killer.

Gin!

In the 0.6 second moment when the bullet was fired, Gin instantly leaned back and waved his arms to avoid the bullet.

He used the hand speed of someone who had been single for who knows how many years to catch the flying knives on both sides and then threw them to both sides.

At this moment, Gin was like Neo in The Matrix, fearless in the face of danger and dodging the hail of bullets.

In just 3 seconds, Gin demonstrated his powerful reaction and action.

Gin took advantage of the time when the AK men were changing bullets and used the sand and dust to block the way.

He ran towards them with big strides, his long silver hair faintly visible in the dust.

Gin did a sideways kick, with the tip of his shoe poking straight into the enemy's eyes, and then, as if casting an automatic spell, he threw the throwing knives he had just caught into their brain stems at the same time.

Gin once again dual-wielded the AK, stepped on the bodies lying on the ground, held a cigarette in his mouth, and shot at the remnants of the Knife Throwing Gang.

As expected of Gin, there is a reason why he was able to reach the top through his abilities. Baijiu secretly observed the wonderful performance just now.

At this time, the sound of a group of motorcycles came in front of them, and they were speeding towards them like ghosts.

"No, it sounds like..." Baijiu frowned.

"You guys! Hide behind the car immediately! They've sent out the big guys." Gin said to them.

As soon as he finished speaking, several machine guns turned their muzzles and fired at them indiscriminately.

"Vodka! Stop shooting at the air! That's a wall in front of you! What can you see with your sunglasses on?"

Baijiu immediately pulled Vodka to hide behind the car, and the bullets followed their trajectory and missed every target perfectly.

Baijiu and Gin took out their pistols at the same time and shot at the gas tank of the van.

"Peng!"

A sea of ​​fire instantly formed behind them, blocking the attack of the "biker gang".

"What a bunch of idiots! They helped us without realizing it." Vodka laughed at the back.

"I don't think they are stupid. On the contrary, I think they are very smart." Baijiu showed an uneasy expression on his face.

"You think so too, Gin, Potter."

Except for Vodka, everyone had a heavy expression on their faces and walked towards Lyon Beach.

"Porter, are you feeling bad about the car?" Vodka stared at him blankly.

"I'll just use the pocket money my dad gave me to buy another one. There's nothing to feel bad about."

The three of them walked towards two rows of empty residential buildings at the same time.

"Hey? Where are you going?" Vodka followed them upstairs in confusion.

"Shh, Vodka, just follow us when you don't understand, and don't say anything if you don't want to be scolded by Gin!"

Baijiu covered his face with his hand and whispered to Vodka.

Looking out over the Lyon Beach entrance, listening to the sound of waves hitting the bottom one after another.

They looked to their left and right, and saw that the biker gang and the Lyon gang were attacking them fully armed not far away.

They formed two circles, surrounding them, and ran toward the alley with rifles in hand.

Behind them, the fire was quickly extinguished. The sounds of shouting and running came from behind their ears, becoming louder and louder.

At this time they presented two breads with cheese.

"Sure enough, it's just as I thought." The three of them said in unison.

Vodka looked outside in panic. The enemies were rushing towards them like a swarm of ants.

"Vodka, don't embarrass me in front of outsiders! We have seen worse situations than this many times!"

Gin calmly took out a cigarette, lit it, and put it in his mouth.

"Why did Gin scold me even though I didn't say anything?" Vodka asked Baijiu in confusion.

"Because you deserve a scolding." Baijiu rolled his eyes and loaded the AK.

"Potter, how long will it take?" Gin asked.

"It's here, I think." Potter stared into the distance.

I saw dozens of modified armored vehicles speeding towards me in the distance, and a muscular man wearing steel armor was holding a machine gun in both hands and shooting at the enemy.

The black steel torrent was like a bulldozer, or perhaps more like an elephant, ruthlessly crushing countless ants on the ground.

"White Bear! We are here!!" Potter waved his arms excitedly.

【“White Bear” is native to Belgium and is a craft beer】

"Organization member, codename White Bear"

"White Bear!!!" White Bear shouted excitedly.

I saw "White Bear" holding two machine guns, jumping directly from the armored vehicle to the ground, like a boss in the game, and ruthlessly shooting at the back of the alley.

"Why does this guy keep repeating his name?" Baijiu asked Porter in confusion.

"Because he could only say the two words 'white bear'. When he was 7 years old, he hit his head on the ground, which caused him to lose his language function, and his intelligence was forever stuck at the age of 7."

Potter said with a sad look on his face.

"But God is fair. Although he lost his language and intellectual growth, his excellent physical quality allowed the organization to train him into a killer."

"But you don't need to be afraid. Don't worry that he will attack us. He still has basic intelligence and can distinguish between friend and foe."

“Isn’t this the Promax version of vodka?” Baijiu said jokingly.

The muzzles of the Gatling guns that White Bear was holding were so hot that they melted, and the timing of the bullets hitting the bottom was just right.

The white bear put down his machine gun and, like a Titan, picked up huge rocks from the ground and smashed them towards the enemy continuously.

The scattered enemies in the rear who had suffered heavy losses dropped their guns and fled when they saw the huge monster in front of them.

"White Bear!! Retreat, follow us." Porter called out to White Bear in the distance.

The white bear jumped up from the ground with his feet and sat on top of the armored vehicle, driving with a serious expression.

Baijiu and the others came downstairs and got on the armored vehicle. Gin spoke coldly while holding the walkie-talkie.

"Everyone return to headquarters immediately. Don't linger. There is something more important that I need to do."

"That is--"

"I'm going to conduct a major purge of the organization."