After COS real people crossed, they tried to cover their vests to save their lives

The tearing sound of the propeller stirring up the airflow was constantly approaching from high above.

The moment the car door was opened, the wind that was blowing on the car window suddenly messed up the young man's long hair wantonly.

Under the signal of gin, he took advantage of the firepower of the Chianti who was in charge of sniping and assassination on the helicopter to force him to chase and intercept, and accurately grasped the falling rope ladder. The climbing speed was not fast but very steady.

Knowing that it was meaningless to continue, Toru Amuro stared at the gradually shrinking shadow in the night not far away from the single-sided visible car window.

When "Z" left, he was so determined that he didn't look back.

It was as if the sound of the organized crime evidence being handed over to him in the daytime sounded in his ears.

'The rest I'll try to get. '

beep——

Fist hammered on the steering wheel, hit the horn and blew ear-piercingly, Toru Amuro lowered his head with self-blame and forbearance.

If he had realized earlier... what happened now would not have happened.

Why is he always late—

Toru Amuro buried his face in the palm of his hand, and soon he raised his head and returned to work, contacting the upper management to report the failure of the robbery.At present, all strategies have not been exhausted, and they have completely fallen into a dead end.

His undercover status as Bourbon should come in handy.

—

the other side.

AH-64DJ stopped at the top of a certain building, and then joined Gin and others who had escaped from the police.

This is a research and development company in the chip field that is actually controlled by the black organization. It is mentioned in the data summarized by the system that the conspicuous helicopter target will be tracked and locked for investigation soon.

The company is an empty shell for money laundering, and this is tantamount to abandoning the place.

Of course, an armed helicopter worth hundreds of millions of dollars is not a small sum even for a rich and powerful winery. Cohen drove away after putting down his man.

Hatomi Sanada took the elevator to the first floor under the supervision of Chianti.

After waiting for about half an hour, high beams cut through the darkness and entered the underground parking lot.

Looks like that old vintage Porsche is finally dead.

Sanada Hato saw the belly of the high-end business car in front of him, without any abnormality or hesitation on his face, he was blindfolded obediently, and calmly sat in the car door that opened from the inside as if inviting you into the urn.

Who was inside, he had already seen clearly through the small map.

Vodka was driving in the front; on the left was gin that was slightly injured when the car was abandoned, and the air pressure was very low; there was also unfamiliar rum that was only encountered once in the organization, and its status was second only to "that gentleman".

Rum, the second-in-command, is currently working as Wakita Kanenori at the Mika Iroha sushi restaurant near the Mori Detective Agency.

At the moment, Rum doesn't have any comedian disguises such as wigs and front teeth. He is just an ordinary bald head who looks a little bit fierce.

Already in his fifties, he carefully looked at the young man opposite him inch by inch with his one-eyed wrinkled eyes.

He gestured, and the rear car started.

"See you, Sanada Hato?"

Hearing the malicious smiling tone, he called out this name.

His eyes were covered by tight ties, and the blue-haired young man turned his head sideways to the place where the voice came from.

This angle makes the jaw line more sharp and clear, like the owner who doesn't care about strange voices, he finally asked the destination with a declarative sentence: "Where are you going?"

The aura on his body was more relaxed than calm.

After staring at him for a while, forgetting the sudden illusion, Rum, who is impatient by nature, knows that the other party has excellent professional ability in order to avoid long nights and dreams. Maybe he can write down the direction and route in this situation.

So he signaled Gin to inject anesthesia into the man, making him pass out and be more honest.

Cointreau keenly caught something, and the body entered a state of alert.

"what?"

"Don't worry, it's not poison."

Rum answered with some eagerness.

When the syringe needle approached the neck, it seemed that he was driven by the instinct to be dangerously close to the artery. The young man raised his hand and clasped the wrist.

"Treau..." Under the shadow of the gin top hat, the cold-blooded animal-like green eyes were filled with a bit of chill, and he skipped the threat and ordered directly: "Stop trying to disobey the order of the organization."

But now the robot puppet is malfunctioning and is clearly out of control.

The blue-haired youth was silent for a few seconds, but he did not let go.

Before the other party took other measures, the young man suddenly called out a name.

"... Renye Karasuma."

The stagnant atmosphere in the compartment instantly seemed to drop to freezing point.

"The destination is not to meet him."

In an instant, the muzzle of the gun was icy cold, and there was a slight murderous intent, which seemed to be able to freeze the entire brain from the brow.

Slowly tightening the trigger, the silver-haired killer stopped calling his code name: "Makoto Ito, where did you know this name?"

The identity of the BOSS is absolutely confidential.

Even Vodka, who has been with the organization for many years and has been by the side, is not clear.

Sanada Hato saw that one hand controlled the syringe on the side of the neck, and the other hand did not draw the gun. Instead, he gave up resisting and took off the black silk cloth that blocked his sight.

The heterochromatic pupils glanced at the light screen floating in front of them, invisible to others. It showed that the direction they were heading was a tissue biology laboratory, and "that gentleman" was not there.

Withdrawing the gaze and turning to one side can pierce the skin by a fraction of a second, which is similar to the type of needle used to inject poison actively in order to gain trust when sneaking into the undercover mission at the beginning.

The young man frowned slightly: "Sorry, let's stop here."

Incomprehensible words came out of his mouth.

"I'm human now, and I have to be a little more careful about what I put into my body."

Turning off the facial paralysis program, Hatomi Sanada looked up after using the illusion skill card, and a vivid expression gradually appeared on that face, which was always expressionless and rigid in the impression of others.

The reason for ignoring the police evacuation order is because.

——He is not going to use conventional means.

Sanada Hato saw the danger, but suddenly found that his body could not move, and the white-haired man who was staring at him with horrified eyes curled up his lips.

"Thank you for taking care of me all the time."

"That gun worked great and I'll keep it forever."

For some reason, the other two didn't seem to have seen the changes that happened close at hand, and Qin Jiu suddenly realized that the capable man he recognized was really good at acting.

He never doubted this person's sincerity to the organization.

The murderous intent swept across, and the low and hoarse male voice struggled to pronounce: "Makoto Ito——"

The blue-haired young man had pity in his strange eyes.

Sighing lightly, telling the truth made him understand.

"Actually, I am Hatomi Sanada, an undercover agent from the Japanese public security."

Qin Jiu's fierce and frightening eyes clearly said impossible.

The fingertips clasping his wrist moved slightly, and Sanada Hatomi said in a relaxed tone: "You are the first person I use a magic spell with a human body."

"Farewell, gin."

……

The moon hangs high in the night.

The clear brilliance is sprinkled on the corners of the city. It rained earlier, and there are some puddles in the ground depressions, reflecting the brilliant colors of neon lights, and the patterns are rippling and broken when the wind blows.

The commercial vehicle made a U-turn at the next intersection and headed towards a villa gathering area.

—

—

The next day, the sun rose as usual.

"squeak--"

Pushing open the somewhat rusty courtyard door, wearing a mask and hood to cover up the unidentifiable figure, came out of the medieval villa.

Just after taking a few steps, suddenly a wave of dizziness overlapped and blurred in front of my eyes.

The young man pinched his eyebrows wearily.

When the mantra spirit is driven by the mantra, it doesn't feel tired at all. After turning back into a human, it's a little too much to just work all night and stay up all night. It can't be because of getting older, right?

Hatomi Sanada was thinking about whether to buy some health care products, but unfortunately he didn't understand them at all, so it was better to let the system that knew his body better to help him choose.

There were no taxis coming here, so he avoided the monitoring and walked out.

While replaying in my mind.

The matter is almost handled, but it is impractical to obtain so much information directly, so it has to be hidden for a while.

At present, he uses "inaction transformation" to turn the three core members in the business car last night, as well as the boss Renye Karasuma of the black organization, into half-cursed spirits.

Sanada Jiujian's superb manipulation ability allows them to continue to maintain their current state, without skin discoloration or twisting into other creatures, as if they are still alive.

But this test of camouflage requires relatively more sophisticated operations.

Unlike in the city of Rome, dozens or hundreds of them can be driven at the same time.

Afterwards, the information was passed on, that the top management of the organization had actually died or even rebelled, and suffered heavy losses both internally and externally, and wanted to eradicate this entangled black and evil force as much as possible...

It is no longer a fool's dream.

Hatomi Sanada knows that he is not a qualified police officer, and there is a high probability that he will be dismissed for making unauthorized claims.

This is the best solution he can think of.

Even if there are twice as many skill cards on hand, it will be difficult to manage the winery by one person, and the huge workload will certainly not be able to avoid panic.

And those key information must have an aboveboard source.

Next, Hatomi Sanada is going to go. He bought a safe house for storing weapons and stayed for a while, passing the information back to the police one after another.

It was just dawn, and the air was exceptionally fresh after a night of precipitation, which was the most comfortable time of the day in the scorching heat.

At this point the morning peak has not yet started.

After walking out of the area where the crime was committed, the young man adjusted his image and facial features slightly, took off his hat and mask to make himself less suspicious, took a taxi, sat in the back seat and reported his address.

The driver didn't start right away.

His work experience is not considered old, he seemed to be turning around the name of the place in his head, but he didn't remember it, thinking that he had heard wrong and asked again.

After the passenger repeated where to go, he muttered: "Is there a rice flower town in Tokyo?"

The people in the back seat had keen hearing and were slightly taken aback when they heard the words.

The driver saw that the other party was a well-behaved black-haired boy with the appearance of a student, and he didn't seem to be joking with him, so he used the navigation to search, but still found nothing.

Hatomi Sanada stared at him in the rearview mirror.

"..."

The former smiled awkwardly but politely from time to time, and opened the light screen to frantically poke at the mail.

【system! ! ! 】

【system! ! 】

[I seem to be wearing it again——]

In the world on the other side of the system, the comic plot did not draw what happened in the commercial vehicle.

Just like the game console that was blocked by branches in the ward before, it was revised in a direction that would not collapse the world view and character design, and some lines about "human beings" and "spells" were also deleted.

When it received Sanada Hatomi's contact, it was not surprised at all.

From being shocked and at a loss as to how to deal with it, now I can selectively ignore it, and even observe human beings with an inquiring mind.

The system exits the forum full of duck calls.

It immediately tries to locate where Sanada Hatomi is currently by staying back up.

[Stay where you are, don't act rashly, I'll be right there. 】

Received an email reply in two seconds.

【I'm afraid...】

【A little difficult. 】

The taxi co-pilot's door was suddenly pulled open.

A familiar yet extremely unfamiliar person dressed in high-level conjuration costumes naturally sat in and said.

"Where are you going, together?"

Hatomi Sanada stared at his blindfold for a moment.

He glanced at the small map on the light screen in the upper left corner, and confirmed that there were only two nearby green dots representing ordinary people.

After a short thought, he looked at the taxi driver and said seriously.

"Go to the nearest police station."