Grass, this is not right everyday

"I'm not going anywhere." Jock loaded the bullet, "Unless I bring your head."

Suddenly, the two moved at the same time. Kidd took out the flashbang and his magic gun from his arms, and the two pulled the trigger at the same time.

Kidd's magic gun can only shoot magic cards, but its power is not weak at all, and it can even shoot iron chains.

If you add flash bombs, basically most of the enemies will fall into chaos, and then give Kidd room to escape.

But this time it was completely different. Jock stretched out his arm and swung Kidd's cards away. At the moment of his astonishment, he held the blue gemstone in his hand.

Kidd quickly came back to his senses, dropped the flash bomb immediately, and flew away at the same time.

But Jock's movements were faster, and he immediately pulled the trigger while holding the gem tightly, and there was a muffled groan along with the roar of the shotgun.

The effect of the flashbang dissipated quickly, and Jock still maintained his shooting posture, but Kidd had disappeared.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter if you have this thing in your hand." Jock looked at the heart of the ocean lying in his palm with satisfaction, and smiled.

71. High-altitude parabolic ([-])

The flashbang was more or less effective on Jock, but not for a long time.

Jock almost rushed up and grabbed the gemstone in Kidd's hand and shot immediately. The gemstone that was made into a pendant was decorated with a silver chain. The silver chain broke when Jock shot, but at least the most valuable gemstone It's in my hands.

However, while Jock was busy checking the gems, the Kaitou Kidd disappeared.

"Damn it, where did this little bastard go?" Jock checked carefully and confirmed that it wasn't some kind of cover-up, the white bastard had really left.

"Well... there is no blood, but what about the shot, you should be bedridden for ten and a half months." Joker knew very well what it would be like to be hit by a shotgun at close range. But that Kidd immediately escaped from his hand with agility to avoid receiving a second blow.

Jock came to the last place where Kidd might have appeared, and the footsteps that appeared in the dust did not belong to Jock, but another person who was about the same height as Kidd.

In the distance, there are unidentified pedestrians on the street holding mobile phones to watch. They probably mixed in with the crowd in some way, and then pretended to leave.

But Jock was not without gains. He saw the traces of someone falling and Kidd's rope gun not far away.

Holding the idea that "this thing might be able to be mounted on his armguard after changing it", Jock put away the rope gun.

Although the matter with Kidd has come to an end, there are other troubles still in this building.

For example, the previous snipers, and those who were searching for themselves.

Jock still couldn't remember who was able to shoot down a bullet in midair in order to save Kidd, and the guy with this kind of skill should not be an unknown little character.

Jock put away the gems, but he wasn't going to leave right away.

He was sniped in mid-air, but he gave up selling after finding out where he was falling. This must not be because the opponent ran out of bullets, but the sniper was trying to capture him alive.

And Jock just planned to meet with the other party.

Jock deliberately came down with so many weapons not for Kidd, the sniper, Jock is more interested in him now.

Jock hid secretly. In the unfinished building without any electricity or lighting equipment, only the lights of the street and the Suzuki Tower in the distance became the only light source.

This insignificant light turned the darkness into a more ambiguous shadow, and Jock was huddled in the shadow of the corner, waiting for those who tried to capture him alive to appear.

Jock didn't have to wait long.

A team of four cautiously approached the corner where Jock was with a flashlight. Jock held the shotgun in his hand and secretly observed the four people, first of all making sure that they were not the police.

Cops don't carry Glocks and AR rifles.

is the FIB.

"I'll just say, how could you miss this kind of thing." Jock whispered.

In this way, it makes sense.During the last kidnapping of An Yilunye, Joker killed a FIB, a blonde woman, in front of a group of policemen.

So these FIBs are here for revenge?Moreover, it is a bit strange that there is no news of that level of gunmen in Japan, but if it is from a government department on the other side of the ocean, it makes perfect sense.

"FIB...huh. Since it's FIB, everyone doesn't need to talk about morals." When Joker was in Los Santos, he sometimes had some conflicts with FIB, and neither side left a good impression.

If it's a general robbery or conflict, Jock doesn't mind communicating with other people as an ordinary person, but if the opponent is a FIB, that's another matter.

Jock took a sneak peek at the opponent's position, his body turned into illusory black smoke, and merged into the body of the last member of the foursome.

This time the hands were much more proficient than the last time. Before the person possessed by Jock could tremble and twitch, his body was already controlled by Jock.

He looked at his three "colleagues", aimed the Glock at the backs of the three, and pulled the trigger continuously.

Several consecutive gunshots sounded, and the people in this building who were busy searching for themselves were rushing in this direction.

Jock took off the radio that the body was carrying, and there was a voice shouting loudly, who seemed to be old.

Throw away Glock's bullet, release the possession, Jock left FIB's body, the black mist re-formed Jock's body, and FIB who was possessed by Jock suddenly saw a big living person appeared in front of him. it's too late.

There was another shot, but this time Jock didn't shoot the guy directly in the body, but chose to shoot in the leg.

Shotguns are so powerful that the man, if he survives, will spend his entire life in a wheelchair.

The detective was quite determined, and when he knelt down on the ground, he didn't forget to raise the pistol and pull the trigger at Jock, but the bullets unloaded by Jock would not turn back out of thin air.

Jock was not in a hurry to kill him immediately. He found some iron chains and a completely rusted steel bar nearby, and smiled at him.

About a few minutes later, a group of FIB came to the scene, and they naturally found the agent whose leg was broken by Jock.

It's just that his condition is more serious now, not only retreating, but also his limbs and mouth are bloody and bloody from Jock's beating. A steel bar passed through his injured leg, and the whole person was hung in the air by an iron chain.

He whimpered and said something out loud.

It's a pity that the people around couldn't understand at all. Seeing their colleagues being treated like this, they rushed up immediately.

"Jim!"

"Damn, where is that bastard, is he still around?!"

"Let you down now!"

What they didn't notice was that the detective who was suspended in the air by Jock was shaking his head vigorously, trying to prevent his colleagues from approaching.

"Wait a minute, don't go over!" Another grizzled man with a beard shouted in the FIB.

But it was too late, and the few people who were trying to put down the wounded had already rushed up, and the booby trap arranged by Joke had also been triggered. The impact and fragments of the grenade caused amazing damage in the densely populated and small place. Five young people In the blink of an eye, his life was lost.

Jock appeared at the right time. He had been hiding less than three meters away, just behind the hoisted detective. He poked his head out from the concrete pillar and used the AR and MP5 He shot wildly, and shot several agents who were still in a daze.

The opponent also naturally found Joker who appeared suddenly, and at the same time drew out his weapon to fight back, but there was no cover and it was estimated that the colleagues who were still alive, their attacks were not very effective.

72. High-altitude parabolic (thirteen)

Jock, who was hiding behind the bunker, used dual-wielding weapons to output wildly from time to time, but the other party seemed to be concerned about the still alive FIB. He was hung in mid-air and shaking again, and Jock was hiding behind him.

Originally, I just wanted to be a personal flesh bunker, but I didn't expect it to have such a good effect, which really made Joke overjoyed.

"Find a cover, quickly find a cover!" The gray-haired man commanded again.

Jock naturally found him. It seemed that this person was the commander of the FIBs. Jock paid a little attention to this person and moved the gun away from him.

Among these people, Joker didn't find any previous snipers, and none of them had a sniper rifle, and none of them had a particularly good aim.

"Well... isn't it here?" Jock pouted, took out the detonator from his arms, and pressed the button.

The place where the FIB was used as a bunker exploded in an instant. Even Jock, who was hiding behind the pillar, could feel the flames and impact of the explosion, let alone the other party.

Joke had already ambushed explosives behind the bunker, and he expected that the opponent would shoot at him from behind the bunker. As long as the opponent really entered the bunker, he would definitely be able to give them a big surprise.

Of course, it goes without saying that the effect of explosives is worth a thousand words. In an explosion, even if you don't die on the spot, at least you have to have a few seconds to wake up your head that was stunned by the shock wave.

This gave Jock a lot of time, he hardly needed to hide, swaggered out of the bunker with two weapons, and shot at every FIB that was still moving.

The effect of this move was outstanding, and there were basically not many living people on the opposite side, except for the old man who was hung in mid-air and only Jock deliberately let go.

"Hey, man." Jock dragged the man from the burning body, "Let me see, James Black?" Jock read as he retrieved the ID from him.

The man who was stepped on by Jock stared at Jock angrily. Some of his beard was burned off, and his hair also smelled of burnt.

"My friend, it's not good for you to just stare at me." Joker stepped on the arm of the old FIB agent, and continued to increase his strength.

The arm made an ominous sound of breaking, but Jock didn't intend to stop. After stepping on one of James' hands, he lifted him up and threw him aside.

"Listen, I just have one request, that sniper, where is he, who is he?" Jock asked, pointing a shotgun at James.

James was kneeling on the ground, pointed at by Jock with a gun, dressed roughly, with one hand hanging down weakly, while the other was gently raised.

The two looked at each other, James didn't say a word, Jock's patience quickly ran out, he took out the previous Glock and shot James casually.

A bullet passed through his side, and his shirt was immediately stained red with blood.

"Why bother, you could have happily received your FIB pension, put on suntan lotion on a certain beach while looking at the navel and thighs by the sea, there's absolutely no need to die at my hands."

"It seems that you have misunderstood the FIB's pension." James responded for the first time. "You want me to tell you about the sniper, but let him go first."

James pouted at the detective who was hanging in the air and said.

Jock narrowed his eyes, and after a few seconds of silence, he let out a chuckle.

"Okay, of course. No problem," Jock said with a smile. "So our deal is done, right?"

"Let him go now!" James yelled.

"That's not okay, old man. Now I have the final say." Joker refused without hesitation, "Although you were shot, you can still live for a while, but he can't, he will die soon , you can continue to delay."

James gritted his teeth, as if trying to stand up, but after a stagger, he just fell to his knees even more exaggeratedly.

"Do you think I won't die? If he dies, you don't want to get a word from me, and you never want to find him again!"

Jock fell silent again, this time he did not agree to James' condition, but leaned closer to his ear, and pulled his mask up a little.

"Who told you that I must need you to live?"

A hoarse voice came to his ears, and the horror covered by the mask shocked James' consciousness.

He immediately recognized from this voice who the man standing in front of him was.

If it was this man, death could not stop him.

James looked at Jock who had rearranged his mask in disbelief. He recognized Jock's identity, but he didn't dare to say the name at all. James knew very well that his speed could knock himself out before the first syllable came out. tongue out.

"But...it's impossible, why? It doesn't make sense..." James couldn't understand why this man came back to rob a jewel.

Is he short of money?No.

Can wealth really impress him?

James' mind kept going back to every case in the past four years, and suddenly he grasped some kind of key.

Money...wealth...?

Among the stolen things, are these the only things that can be exchanged for money?

Thinking back carefully, besides these valuable items, he also robbed other things, some inconspicuous and worthless things... Connecting these things together, James seems to have got an answer.

The goal of the robber's robbery was not money at all, and the direction of the past investigation was completely wrong, which was not his ultimate goal at all.

James panted, he was the closest person in the world to the truth, and he had almost completely guessed Jock's purpose.

Those robberies in the past, as well as the logic and purpose of that monster's behavior, became very clear in an instant.

As long as it can be told to one person, even one person, or some kind of information is fine.

As if God finally answered the old detective's wish, James actually saw an inconspicuous figure in the distance.

He lowered his sense of presence, but James still saw him at a glance.

Shuichi Akai was holding a sniper rifle aimed at Jock's head.

Not only James found out, the detective who was hung in the air also found Akai Shuuichi.

So he immediately shook his body crazily, cursing Jock loudly in an indistinct voice, hoping to attract his attention.

Jock's attention was indeed attracted.

"Why, you have something to say, did I beat you too hard?"

Taking advantage of the moment when Jock was attracting attention, Akai Shuichi and James' eyes met.

Just when Akai Shuichi decided to make a move, James shook his head slightly.

Don't shoot, shoot and you're dead!

James, who had just learned of Jock's true identity, was absolutely convinced of this.

73. Parabolic ([-])