Conan and I start the hell-level main line

On a roaring helicopter, the black Black Hawk shuttled through the darkness and arrived at the designated location under the full moon.

However, if you look at it from the outside, you can see that this helicopter is unusually large and has two rotors.

That’s right, this is the top equipment that far surpasses all arms dealers and can even be said to be the best in a country.

V-22 Osprey transport helicopter! (Yes, that's the M20 that killed Gin...)

Hennessy sat in the co-pilot seat, looking at the gradually approaching dock below. He could already vaguely see people, but the most eye-catching one was the familiar Fu Huashi, who stood with his hands on his hips, as if he was trying to show off by following the approaching helicopter.

Fu Huashi faced the turbulent sea water and the cold wind and shouted, "I have long guessed that you would have other plans. So have I~"

"We're in trouble. Here comes a big guy that's hard to deal with." Akai Shuichi glanced at him indifferently.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air. Akai Shuichi moved after hearing the sound and moved away from his original position. There were several darts inserted into the ground.

Seeing that his sneak attack failed, Ballantine drew out his dagger, then sensed something and looked suddenly towards Saint Martin who was also on top of the container in the distance.

He dodged the fatal bullet as best he could, fell out with a split step, then deftly supported himself on the ground, used the force to soar into the air, and stabbed Akai Shuichi fiercely!

Swish—a cold light flashed in the darkness.

Saint Martin snorted coldly and loaded the gun again, but maybe it was his sixth sense or something else, a sense of life and death crisis lingered in his heart, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

On the plane, Hennessy said to the young man behind him with a cold face, "Cover Ballantine's and open fire."

"Yes, sir!" Jäger laughed evilly, operated the helicopter's control computer, and began to frantically activate one weapon system after another.

"Missiles, launch!"

Outside the helicopter, in the pure darkness, a red fire snake with a symbol of disaster burst out, and in the blink of an eye, a missile bombed the container where San Martin was.

If Saint Martin had not sensed the danger in advance, he would not have cared about anything else and would have jumped directly as if he was running for his life.

Then, the missile almost hit my face, and I was almost scared to death. If there was a Guinness World Record, there would definitely be a world record for the clearest "King of Hell waving at you".

BOOM! ! Saint Martin jumped up and down in the flames, almost turning into charcoal.

NaliangΣ(っ °Д °;)っ: Oh my god, they were shooting bullets, your organization is too awesome, shooting missiles is too exaggerated? ! ! !

It’s too late for me to quit now... ( ￣д￣;)

The flames burned fiercely, burning the darkness. The red flames of war completely illuminated everyone and tensed everyone's heartstrings.

Akai Shuichi: "It's not easy."

At this time, Fu Huashi admired the flames of the organization's Jedi counterattack and laughed out loud, "Now, it's our turn again, hahahaha!!"

"Fire!!!" He was so pretentious. . Then...

The helicopter remained unmoved, as if giving Fu Huashi a disdainful look, treating her like air.

"Master Hennessy, open fire..." Fu Huashi was so embarrassed, this is a slap in my face.

"You little brat, you told me there was a dangerous matter that needed our help, and I thought it was a big deal, but this is it?"

"I've already flown my helicopter here, and this is what you're talking about?"

"You are surrounded by the FBI because of your incompetence. I can just send a few of my men to help you. There is no need to bring a helicopter over. Do you know that this is very expensive?!" Hennessy cursed loudly, and Fu Huashi's ears were almost flying off.

Fu Huashi said bitterly: "Um... Master Hennessy, I don't think I asked you to come here by helicopter. I just wanted to borrow some helpers..."

Hennessy raised his eyebrows and laughed angrily, "Oh, you dare to talk back, I'm worried about you, since you don't appreciate it, I think you can handle it by yourself, so I'll withdraw first~"

Fu Huashi: "No, Master Hennessy, since you are here, why don't you get some credit? We are well-equipped this time, and we will definitely catch the FBI and the Tianjian Star who dared to be the enemy of the organization!"

"Well, that makes sense~" Hennessy shrugged thoughtfully, "Okay, I'll continue to help you~"

"Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome. Once the payment is made, we owe each other nothing."

"ah?.."

"Come on, do you think there is a free lunch in the world? I come here to help you personally not just to say thank you. In society, feelings are unreliable. Only interests are the most reliable~" Hennessy chuckled.

I've said so much just to make some money from this unfortunate Fu Hua Shi.

Fu Huashi slapped her face helplessly, "Oh my god, if I wasn't afraid that Gin would discover Conan and Ai's identities, I wouldn't have asked this guy for help."

"Okay, whatever you want."

"Wait a minute, Fu Huashi, you see, I even flew a helicopter here just to help you with all my heart, don't try to fool me with some crappy favor~"

"You have to pay more!" Hennessy was so confident.

Fuhuashi (﹁“﹁): Damn, Mr. Jiaqian, it’s just a lion’s mouth.

Not far away, Naliang didn't know if he was having a seizure or what, he was just as nonsensical as him and kept talking nonsense.

Naliang couldn't help but complain: Come on, it's already so late and it's like a chat between neighbours, you're done with the fun, right? You're treating other people as if they don't exist, right? Show me some respect!!

(As we all know, speaking does not take up time.)

boom! !

A gunshot interrupted Naliang's complaining soul, blood floated in front of Naliang's eyes, and only the sound of hitting the car door was heard, with the pain of endurance.

Judy covered her shoulder, blood flowed down her arm, and the stab wound in her abdomen began to bleed heavily.

Vermouth sneered, "I think you should just rest in peace with your doubts, so you don't have to wonder so much anymore."

But when she turned around and looked at the helicopter in the sky, she didn't expect Fu Huashi to make such a big fuss. Forget it, we are the winners anyway.

Hennessy on the helicopter crossed his legs and looked at the situation below jokingly. It would be difficult for Ballantine's and Fuhuashi to defeat Akai Shuichi.

San Martin also started to come to support. If we did nothing, we would lose.

Hennessy pondered, looked down upon everything below, and said: "The Black Russians are coming, open fire, and clear the obstacles!"

"Yes, sir!" Jäger responded, and after a while of typing on the keyboard, the familiar and thrilling Gatling gun under the helicopter stretched out.

"Just clean it up simply and don't hurt our people." Hennessy said lightly.

"Oh, oh, I see!"

Da da da da da————

The dense rain of bullets was tilted downwards, but it was mainly aimed at Naliang, Akai Shuichi and San Martin, who were the most threatening.

“Sister Bei, let’s hide first!” Fu Huashi pulled Vermouth, who had not yet reacted, and hid behind the car.

There was a series of metallic collisions, and the container was almost shot into a hornet's nest. The entire ground was filled with thick dust and smoke in the flames, making it look like a battlefield in Syria.

Bullets were flying and glass was shattering, but Xiao Ai in the car was looking at everything outside indifferently and calmly, eating candy and not caring at all.

He casually patted the broken glass on his head, and then put on a solemn face as if he was about to die.

"Are they planning to divide us up and defeat us one by one?" Shuichi Akai remained rational and fearless as he analyzed the current situation.

"Someone's coming again!!" San Martin reminded.

In the distance, a small truck drove over, and with great momentum, it stopped behind the three cars. . . Queuing up here. . .

A man with a big beard and a cigarette got off the car. He looked a bit burly and honest.

A group of big men in black clothes began to walk out of the truck, each holding an iron rod or even a gun.

"Boss, are those the people you want us to deal with today?"

Black Russia snorted coldly, "That's right, knock them all down, no matter how hard it is to kill them!"

"Okay!" The younger brothers spat, picked up their weapons, yelled, and rushed forward together!

Vermouth took the initiative to avoid it, and she was also confused by the helper who suddenly appeared before.

No, Fu Huashi, how much have you arranged? It's a bit... overemphasized.

Fu Huashi also noticed Belmode's inquiring eyes. There was no smile, only a worried look and a sad response.

Why do I take it seriously? Why do I consider it so carefully? Why... hum, hum.

Now I have understood a truth, no matter what I do, I must think carefully and not act on impulse, because this is stepping barefoot into the boundary between life and death.

This was earned with blood and tears.

……

That night, flames burned in the blood, it was pain and grief, but I was in a deep coma and could only scream silently.

Life is not a game, I am a real, imperfect person!

……

The scene was in chaos. Black Russia and his gangster brothers were fighting back and forth with the FBI, but it was obvious that the black side had more people.

Is the Red Team going to give up?

"Quick, knock him down!" a younger brother shouted, waving an iron rod in his hand.

But Saint Martin didn't want to waste words with them at all. He flashed in front of this little shrimp and punched him in the face. After a series of combos, this group of extras was directly blown away.

Before Saint Martin could catch his breath, suddenly, a club hit him hard. In desperation, Saint Martin could only raise his hand to block it.

Crack! There was a sound of bones breaking.

Saint Martin's face changed, and he tried his best to maintain his balance, with great strength.

"Hah!!!" The Black Russian raised the iron rod again and hit it hard.

But San Martin would not give this simple-minded but strong-limbed guy any chance. He turned over and kicked Black Russian on the chin.

Then he grabbed his collar, yelled angrily, and threw him heavily to the ground!

St. Martin: It’s so heavy! Heavier than vodka.

Before she could even catch her breath, Fu Huashi punched Saint Martin in the face with deep anger and hatred.

Fu Huashi, with a dark face and eyes as deep as the abyss, said coldly: "Saint Martin, we haven't settled our accounts yet!"

"Bah!" Saint Martin spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at him with disgust, raised the corner of his mouth, and hooked his finger at him with disdain.

"If you want revenge, come here."

Fu Huashi was not blinded by anger like last time, but remained rational and stared at every detail of Saint Martin.

He is no longer the same person he was before.

On the other side, Judy was seriously injured and could hardly move. Only Naliang stood in front of her, blocking her. Oh no, beating up every gangster who came close.