Beauty Gathered: the Second Dimension of Shen Lin

Miyano Akemi wouldn't believe that the warehouse was empty except for herself... at least that's what her intuition told her.

"Thank you, Masami Hirota...Akemi Miyano"

With a cold voice coming from behind, Miyano Akemi turned her head, and at the position of the rolling shutter, there were two men in jet black standing.

"Can I ask a question? Why did you kill them both?" Miyano Akemi said.

The burly Vodka laughed cruelly, while the other slender man, Gin, said: "This is our usual style, well, you can hand over the money."

"The money is not here, I put the money in another place."

"What!?" As if feeling that he was being played by someone, he drank vodka.

"Before that, bring my sister here first. We made an appointment in advance. After this matter is over, let our sister leave the organization." Miyano Akemi said.

"This is impossible. Your sister is one of the few top-minded people in the organization. She is different from you. The organization needs people like him very much now..." Qin Jiu sneered, his chin raised high, Lu's glasses suddenly burst into a cold light.

"Then...you didn't intend to keep your promise from the beginning!" Miyano Akemi's eyes widened.

"Hurry up, don't keep me waiting, this is your last chance, where is the money?" Gin raised his hand, aiming the pistol at Miyano Akemi.

"You are so naive, if you kill me, you will never know where I put the money." Miyano Akemi also pointed the gun in her hand at Gin.

"I think it's you who are naive, we already knew that you would put the money in the safe, and..." Gin said, "I also said that this is your last chance"

With the finger on the trigger, within a second, the bullets can burst out from the muzzle of the gun.

"pat..."

Footsteps sounded abruptly.

From the rolling gate, a black figure stepped over.

The large black robe with gold trim passed over the pitch-black guns, and the smile on his face was always accompanied by the loose black braids.

"come"

"Just right"

Turning around, the visitor looked at Kotori on the opposite side and said.

"you!"

After being dazed, Vodka instantly raised his pistol and pointed it at the black-haired man who suddenly broke into the scene.

Regardless of the raised muzzle of the gun, the man in the black monk uniform reached out and pressed Miyano Akemi's hand.

"Guns Down"

Hearing the other party's request, Miyano Akemi stared at the other party with wide eyes.

The purple eyes are calm and unwavering, expressing the emotion of not caring about everything, but looking down on everything below from above.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

There were three shots in one face, and the brass bullets shot out from the fireworks at the muzzle of the gun, and shot straight into the distance.

Not sure

This is the feeling of gin, but since the opponent's back is facing his own space, there is no need to question or worry, just focus on shooting, because opportunities are never allowed to be missed.

"She, standing on your feet is the land of hell"

"She, if you hold it with both hands, you will die"

"You are just crows who stick to decay, only the darkness that mixes all the colors in this world is the stable and peaceful darkness"

第690五章：死？

The hot bullet arrived in an instant, pushing the tip to tear the frozen air.

With his right hand lightly raised, the wide monastic uniform moved automatically without wind, and the loose hem covered his figure.

The black stick was grasped with one hand and pulled out.

The sharp silver blade shines against the black background.

A striking look of surprise flashed in Gin Jiu's eyes.

that's a sickle

How to hide it, he didn't care.

Just like himself, there is not only a pistol hidden under the black coat, but even a sniper rifle, as long as it is disassembled, it can be hidden on the body.

The right hand holding the sickle was raised high, and then swung down suddenly.

The surroundings were quiet.

The three bullets fired just now have been reduced to pieces without any effort.

Qin Jiu decisively pulled out a miniature submachine gun from under the black windbreaker, and pointed it at the man opposite, no, to be more precise, he was just a boy around fifteen or sixteen years old.

killing intent