Me dressed as a gin brother

Kurosawa Hideaki rushed through the suddenly rising flames, and the gradually rising temperature soon made it difficult to breathe.

But this does not affect thinking.

Miyaji Iki said just now that he deserves to be the person who was told by the upper echelon that he needs special attention.

Could it be that the upper echelon of the organization reminded Miyaji Iki who came to the manor to perform a mission?

No.

Not a separate reminder, he came to the manor this time on a whim, and even the invitation was given by Gin.

The organization didn't even know that he would appear in the manor, so how could they remind Miyaji Yiki alone?

Since it was not a separate reminder, it is likely that a meeting was held in response to his existence or an email message was sent to almost all important members at a certain time.

Kurosawa Hideaki squatted down, took a deep breath after slowing down his breathing.

In the case of a raging fire, the air closer to the ground has more oxygen and less dust, and squatting to breathe can take some pressure off your lungs and take some of the burden off your body.

He frowned, and continued to think about what he had just thought.

He has just returned to China for less than two months, and it is unlikely that the organization will hold a separate meeting against him.

Therefore, the channel by which Miyaji Iki got this news must be through email or text message.

As for this message, Gin did not receive it.

If my brother received it, it would be impossible to give him this invitation letter.

A person with a strong desire for control like Gin must have confirmed the situation of the manor in advance, and he was sure that the time this time would not be too dangerous before giving him the invitation letter.

Kurosawa Hideaki blinked his sour eyes from the smoke.

All the information revealed from Miyaji Iki shows that the upper echelons of the organization have begun to fear Gin, and have begun to doubt his relationship with Gin

My brother may be aware of his current situation, that's why he sent Zhu Fu Jingguang to him more than a month ago.

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.

20 seconds have passed since leaving the residential area.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger. He avoided the beams that fell from the broken top of his head, and used the statues on both sides of the hall of the manor as a cover, squatting behind and panting slightly.

Time to exercise.

When he first came here, this data flow body was still very strong, even if he took too much sleeping pills, he was only a little dizzy, and now he even struggled to chase people.

Kurosawa Hideaki pointed his head slightly towards the upright figure in the hall.

"Zi... Ka."

There was the sound of the roulette turning, and then the sound of the metal lock locking.

"boom--"

After a shot, the bullet left a dent in the marble sculpture that Kurosawa Hideaki was leaning against.

Kurosawa Hideaki leaned against the statue holding his breath, smiled slightly, inserted his fingers into his bangs, and pushed the sweat-soaked strand to the top of his head.

Before coming to the manor, he stuffed 7 bullets in the Beretta. He used 2 bullets in the residential area just now, and now he still has 5 bullets.

Listen to the sound of the wheel spinning just before the shot was fired.

Miyaji Iki's gun is a revolver, with a total of 6 rounds of ammunition, one was used up just now, and there are still 5 rounds left.

5 vs. 5.

But at this distance, let alone a moving person, he might not be able to hit a fixed target accurately.

Kurosawa Hideaki opened the insurance, stared at the Beretta for a while, and sighed.

"I used to use an HKP7 police pistol, which has much less recoil than yours."

Kurosawa Hideaki wiped off the ashes that came from nowhere on the gun barrel with his sleeve, "I usually love you so much, you have to fight for me later."

"boom--"

Another bullet grazed the marble sculpture and sank into the ground.

"Officer Kurosawa, the bright light of the Japanese police circle in Heisei years, if I smash your bright light held in the palm of the hand by the Metropolitan Police Department, how sad those old men will be."

The sound of Miyaji Iki's unhurried footsteps was accompanied by the creaking sound when the fire burned the wooden products.

"Really?" Kurosawa Hideaki answered while running to the dark corner behind the stairs in the hall.

A bullet grazed his heel and shattered the tiles.

Miyaji Iki still has 3 bullets.

Kurosawa Hideaki continued to speak, he needed to anger Miyaji Iki.

"I know why you killed Nagai Takashi, he betrayed you, he wants to monopolize that software, the software that can shock the whole world."

He still doesn't understand how the software that everyone is flocking to works, but he clearly knows how to anger Miyaji Iki.

"Do you have a code name? Something like a martini or vodka."

The sound of Miyaji Iki's footsteps stopped.

Kurosawa Hideaki quietly turned to the side closer to Miyaji Iki. From this angle, he could see Miyaji Iki's suppressed angry face illuminated by the fire.

"It's a pity. You are more sincere than anyone else, and you want to get the attention of the leader more than anyone else, but you can't even meet him, let alone get a code name that only a core member can have."

Kurosawa Hideaki's location was soon discovered by Miyaji Iki, and he fired a bullet furiously.

Kurosawa Hideaki recited silently in his heart.

It's almost time to rest, just shorten the distance a bit.

He looked at Beretta in his hand again, and lightly pressed his lips against the butt of the gun.

Gin can hit targets within 680 yards with a sniper rifle, lend your brother some precision.

dear brother.

The appearance of Gin sitting at the dining table briefly slipped through Kurosawa Hideaki's mind, and was quickly hidden deep in his memory.

He slid one step away from the bunker, and approached Miyaji Iki with the fastest speed, and a bullet grazed against his cheek.

Kurosawa Hideaki calmly raised his gun and shot at Miyaji Iki's shoulder.

Beretta's recoil was immediately fed back to his wrist with a huge gunshot.

"Beretta?" Miyaji Iki stared at Kurosawa Hideaki's gun, and suddenly sneered, "I see."

Kurosawa Hideaki didn't care to listen to him, he lowered his body, dodged the butt of the gun that Miyaji Iki slammed hard, and then shot a second shot from bottom to top at his hip bone.

This shot pierced Miyaji Iki's waist, but this posture also made Miyaji Iki quickly aim at Kurosawa Hideaki's head.

"I knew you would."

Kurosawa Hideaki showed a smile, then pressed the muzzle of the gun against Miyaji Iki's hungry thigh, and quickly fired a second shot at him.

This shot firmly pierced through Miyaji Iki's thigh.

Driven by the pain, the man screamed and pulled the trigger reluctantly.

But the pain made him lose control of the gun, and the bullet shattered the stone sculpture behind him as the bullet passed through Kurosawa's hair.

Kurosawa Hideaki counted down to the last number in his heart, showing a satisfied smile.

Beretta's muzzle was pressed against Miyaji Iki's head.

Miyaji Iki fell to the ground, and the muzzle of the revolver was pointed at Kurosawa Hideaki's jaw impartially.

"You're out of bullets." Kurosawa Hideaki laughed.

"Boom—" The flames shot up in an instant, and the flashover phenomenon was about to occur.

At this time, the manor illuminated red by the flames reveals a strange and crazy beauty.

"How do you know I don't have bullets?"

Miyaji Iki didn't care about his leg that couldn't stand.

This handsome man raised his jaw with great confidence and faced the oppressive Beretta straight.

"Many revolvers can hold 7 bullets, and I have one more, which can penetrate your head at any time. And you, as a policeman, shot and killed a prisoner without permission, what would you do?"

Miyaji Iki snorted shortly, "I heard that there is a kind of people who are obsessed with the feeling of killing, and the feeling of adrenaline rush will replace other pleasures. Are you addicted to killing because of killing me? Will Officer Kurosawa, who never kills, suffer from sleepless nights because he killed me?"

"If you had bullets, why would you say so much to me?"

Kurosawa Hideaki maintained the posture of raising the gun, gently put his chin close to the opponent's muzzle, and then said softly, "Why don't you try shooting."

"Try to see if you have any bullets in your revolver."

"You are as crazy as him." Miyaji Iki laughed, "I wasn't sure at first, but now!"

Miyaji Yiki stopped talking suddenly, then approached, and said in a breathy voice: "You are his younger brother."

After he finished speaking, he squeezed the trigger suddenly, and the sound of an empty chamber came from the revolver.

Kurosawa Hideaki watched him shoot calmly, then threw away the revolver and lay on the ground with a smile.

"You win, I have no bullets in my gun, hahaha—"

Miyaji Iki suddenly laughed wildly, "How ridiculous, how extreme two people have such a close relationship, so what if they become heroes, you have the same dirty blood as GIN!"

"You want me to kill you." Kurosawa Hideaki pressed Beretta close to Miyaji Iki's head again, "My..."

"Our blood is not dirty, at least not as disgusting as your smell."

"Really?" Miyaji Yishu raised a relaxed smile on his face, "Kill me, Officer Kurosawa, you will be fascinated by this feeling, what's so good about being a policeman? Those people you saved, they thank you You?"

"Those things will only praise your greatness at the time. They fear you and fear your wisdom, but it's different in our world, where the strong are respected."

"So you are at the bottom of the world, whether it is my world or your world." Kurosawa Hideaki interrupted him, "You want to destroy me."

"Yes." Miyaji Iki smiled relaxedly, "If it can destroy you, I am willing to accept this death."

is it?

Kurosawa Hideaki slowly bent down and looked into Miyaji Iki's eyes, in those pupils revealing madness, he saw himself with almost the same expression.

He whispered, "I won't let you get what you want."

Miyaji Iki looked stunned, and said with eagerness and disbelief: "After I survive, I will tell everyone who you are. Are you not afraid?"

"Who would believe it?" Kurosawa Hideaki pushed his hair back to its original position with his right hand that did not hold a gun, and made a rather innocent expression, "What is my identity? I am just a subsidized orphan. Everyone in the hall knows my experience, and at least 1 people in Japan will recite my life story."

"And you, a criminal who can mercilessly blow up the manor and try to burn 100 people to death, who will believe what you say?"

"and--"

Kurosawa Hideaki lightly lifted Beretta, quickly turned the gun, and fired a shot against Miyaji Iki's outer shoulder, then stuffed Beretta into the opponent's hand that had already been shot, holding his He even emptied all the bullets in the gun.

Continuous gunfire echoed in the hall of the manor.

Kurosawa Hideaki said to the astonished Miyaji Isu: "Look. Now, my gun has your fingerprints on it. You stole my gun and wanted to kill me with it. Such a vicious criminal would Isn't it normal to lie and slander the officer who caught him?"

"Who will believe you? Even if what you say may be true."

Kurosawa Hideaki took out the handcuffs and put them on Miyaji Iki, dragging him out of the hall of the manor.

The fire exploded behind Kurosawa Hideaki like fireworks, engulfing the entire manor.

The flashover phenomenon occurred.

Miyaji Iki couldn't speak, he couldn't even decide for himself whether to live or die.

"Ah, by the way. I didn't want to interrogate you myself, but I still don't feel at ease because you are so cunning."

Kurosawa Hideaki showed a very kind smile, "Congratulations, you have received the honor of being interrogated by me personally. I—"

His next words stuck in his throat, and he looked at Toru Amuro who was in a panic because of saving people in the open space ahead.

The other party obviously saw him too.

The man walked up to Kurosawa Hideaki with a face full of anger, and seemed to want to raise his hand high and give him a shot.

"Hmm... Good morning? See you again." Kurosawa Hideaki greeted him stiffly with a barren and sincere social vocabulary.

"How much did you save? Wow, so many?"

"I mean you're better than I thought, I got him—"

"——I thought you would come out first!" Toru Amuro interrupted him, questioning in a low voice, God knows how much he wanted to rush in to find someone when the flashover phenomenon occurred.

How sad would Jing Guang be if he left Hideaki Kurosawa here?

"I wanted to say before, I'll treat you to dinner next time." Kurosawa Hideaki gradually felt guilty under Amuro Toru's eyes, secretly avoiding the question.

"How about going to Cupetofan for dinner tomorrow? I heard the filet mignon there is good."

"Or the restaurant at the Mihua Building? It seems to have a good reputation there, I mean... If I didn't tell you that, you would definitely turn around and come back."

Kurosawa Hideaki's voice gradually weakened, "If you..."

He glanced at Miyaji Iki who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, approached Toru Amuro and whispered: "If you die here, Jingguang will be very sad, then even if I survived, how should I face him in the future? "

Toru Amuro couldn't utter a word for a while, as if a stone was stuck in his throat.

He is happy that Jing Guang has such a friend, but...

But this sudden complex mood cannot be described, so it can only be turned into a joke.

"You are very nice to Jingguang."

"Huh?" Kurosawa Hideaki was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Of course!"