Conan: The worse I get, the stronger I get

"Not dead?"

Qin Feng was a little surprised.

Subconsciously open the system prompt record, which clearly says that justice is worth the reminder.

Think for a moment.

Qin Feng's gaze fell on the righteous emotion.

Sure enough, idealism.

I thought I had killed him, so I had the corresponding emotions.

And the system is only a tool for transformation, and it cannot be used to judge whether the opponent is dead or not.

I was misled by the novels of my past life.

Qin Feng patted his head, admonished himself in his heart, and raised his hand to pinch the neck of the man on the ground.

Huh, wait.

This person is so familiar.

Seeing the other party's face clearly, Qin Feng chuckled.

Suddenly, I remembered that the white policeman just now seemed to call him Xiuyi.

Shuichi Akai, the guy who specializes in undercover pits?

Qin Feng was a little speechless.

Is this guy so weak?

He was also called Silver Bullet.

With a slight force in his hand, Qin Feng intended to directly result in the guy in front of him.

But at this moment, the crisis sense suddenly appeared.

Qin Feng only felt that his hair was upside down, and his eyelids began to beat abnormally.

There was a chill in the back of my head.

This is the reaction when being targeted by a sniper.

Qin Feng grabbed Akai Shuichi and blocked it in front of him.

Pull out the gun.

Shoot.

There was an explosion, and the sniper who was aiming not far away did not even have a chance to shoot, and was directly headshot.

It's just that the matter is far from over.

A squad of eight people suddenly appeared on Hu Tong's side.

With the AK in his hand, he fired without hesitation.

The tongue of fire swallowed, and a torrent of steel looked extremely spectacular.

Qin Feng's eyes froze, and he immediately rolled behind the police car driven by the white policeman just now.

Raise your hand to empty the magazine.

The fire on the opposite side was suddenly reduced by more than half.

Although he can now resist bullets, Qin Feng will not really be stupid to go up and resist.

That's pure abuse.

After all, it is a bullet to carry, not pain.

I changed a magazine and was trying to solve the rest of the people.

Crisis sensing reappeared.

A grenade suddenly rolled down.

These guys are obviously extremely experienced.

There was no time for Qin Feng to throw the grenade back at all.

Almost at the moment of landing, it exploded directly.

However, Qin Feng was already prepared and easily dodged.

Subsequently, the tongue of fire continued to swallow.

These people are clearly elite.

After knowing that Qin Feng was difficult to deal with, he had already hidden all his body behind the wall, and only the muzzle of the gun was exposed for fire suppression.

Qin Feng secretly praised.

These people are far from the vain goods that have been wasted.

It's good that I didn't go to blow up the hexagon rashly.

Otherwise, the odds are definitely lower than expected.

The internal strength is running at full strength, and the crisis sensing is actively turned on.

He instantly found the blind spot of the opponent's firepower.

One dodged, climbed the side wall, and rushed towards the remaining FBI.

"Be careful, he's coming."

One person took out a mirror to watch the movement in the alley, but did not find the enemy, and he suddenly exclaimed.

Unfortunately, he reminded too late.

Qin Feng jumped behind a person and directly twisted his neck.

Immediately grabbed AK and easily solved the remaining few people.

Look at dozens of grenades in hand, and hundreds of bullets.

Qin Feng couldn't help but show a smile.

All fear stems from a lack of firepower.

With these things, the rest can easily solve it.

"Third squad, third squad, please answer when you hear."

"Xiuyi, please answer when you hear it."

"Damn, the third squad has been completely destroyed, and everyone is moving closer to the position of the third squad."

Shuichi Akai opened his eyes with difficulty and listened to the noise on the intercom.

I just feel that my brain is dizzy, and I can't hear the specific content at all.

"Seventh squad, seventh squad, please answer when you hear."

"Second squad

. . . ." After a long while, he finally regained some energy.

I suddenly remembered the scene before the coma.

Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a coin pierced by bullets from his heart.

It was with this thing that he was able to escape.

It's just that the injuries on his body are far from as simple as they seem.

There are marks of bullets on the thighs and lower abdomen.

Even the back and side face were mixed with shrapnel from grenades.

It can be said that it is completely luck to survive.

Akai Shuichi spat out a mouthful of bruised blood and took out the walkie-talkie just to ask for support.

On the other end, there was movement first.

"First squad, first squad, please answer when you hear."

"Shit, what is it?"

"There are grenades, everyone get down quickly."

Rumble!

Violent explosions were followed by continuous gunfire.

Judging from the rather charming frequency, it is obvious that only one person is shooting.

Occasionally mixed with a few defiances.

The surroundings soon quieted down.

"Whew, sure enough, guns are men's romance, cool..." Listening

to the irrepressible excitement on the walkie-talkie, Akai's eyelids jumped.

The hand that had been reached out slowly withdrew.

No need to call people anymore.

Just by listening to the voice, you know that they have been completely destroyed.

Thinking of dozens of elites is just gone.

Akai Shuichi's body couldn't help but tremble.

He didn't know where the strength came from, supported his already broken body, and limped towards the distance.

It looks extremely embarrassing.

And in an abandoned building.

Belmode listened to the explosions around him and the unceasing gunfire.

The expression has gone from shock to numbness.

At this moment, she had already begun to wonder if Qin Feng was a human being.

Or maybe he's the result of some genetic project.

Thinking of an information he once got, I thought it was a joke, but now the more I think about it, the more I think it may be.

After all, the distillery also has relevant research.

He even made an alternative elixir of immortality, and he didn't do it himself...

Cranky.

The gunfire around finally stopped, and only sporadic sounds came.

Belmod didn't want to stay anymore.

She covered her still somewhat uncomfortable lower abdomen, picked up her pistol and walked downstairs.

And at this moment, a young girl with tear tracks on her face suddenly appeared below.

She stared at a handkerchief on the fence in the distance and reached for it down.

The two looked at each other.

Blood, silver hair, Japanese....

"You're that road demon?" Xiaolan exclaimed.

Belmod raised his eyebrows, a bad taste rising in his heart.

He teased: "That's right, Miss, I thought I was hiding well, but I didn't expect to be discovered by you."

As she spoke, she loaded the gun with a silencer.

Leaning comfortably on the railing, he continued: "If you want to hate, you will hate why God arranged it for you, such a tragic end." The

words fell, and directly raised the pistol.

And at this moment, with a click, the fence she was leaning on suddenly broke.

Belmode's pupils shrank, and his whole body fell backwards.

..........

This seems to be the fifth floor, right?

The old lady really poured blood mold for eight lifetimes, and she died like this?

Belmod was speechless.