Detective Conan: Light and Darkness

As Cheng has thought, darkness is not scary. Although you can't see the enemy in the dark, the enemy facing you can't see you either. Someone once did an experiment. Two people who have also undergone rigorous training have gone through a lot of trouble in the early stage.

In the test, both of them are in the dark, one is attacking the other, and both of them have almost the same night vision ability. Who has a chance of winning? The answer is simple, the one who is calmer has a chance of winning, instinct? Perception? Then

It's all a lie!

Cheng has been glued to the wall and looked at the man in front of him quietly. The gray leather jacket looked even more inconspicuous in the dark, but the brand icpo (the abbreviation of the International Criminal Police Organization, which is our name) was hanging on the leather jacket.

The often mentioned international criminal police attracted his attention, and he thought a little strangely, "Didn't they say they were from the FBI? How come there is an international criminal police here?"

"Everyone, come over here. We have night vision goggles!" A light flashed deep in the cellar, and a gunshot was heard. The man in the gray jacket in front of him heard the greetings of his companions, and blurted out, "Yes, I'm here!" There were faint sounds around him.

There were also echoes from several other people. The man in the gray jacket then turned around and looked around carefully, and then slowly moved closer to the area where the light had just flashed. After all, he was not a professional intelligence agent.

Therefore, he is very weak in training and can only be regarded as a relatively skilled observer. The greeting just now has exposed everyone's position in the dark. Cheng has adjusted his breathing. The original faint breathing sound has gradually disappeared.

After disappearing, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet. The sound of several people walking around could be heard in the tunnel. Following the sound of their walking, Cheng Yi slowly approached the man in the gray jacket and got close to his back. He even vaguely saw the other person.

The pores on his skin, the left hand wearing a white glove, quietly stretched out over the man's left shoulder, and the monomolecular knife in his right hand stretched out.

The man in the gray jacket didn't seem to feel that the god of death was waving to him at all. He just ran forward on his own. Cheng already covered his mouth with his left hand wearing a white glove. The monomolecular knife in his hand fell from his

The back of the knife stabbed into his neck, and the severe pain caused the pupils in the man's eyes to dilate instantly. Cheng already felt that the man's body seemed to be gradually shaking due to the injury from the sharp weapon, and he had already stretched out his hand to block it.

His left hand started to open, so he slashed his hand along the wound on his neck, a wound deep enough to show the bone. The monomolecular knife was retracted, and the man's mouth could not utter any words.

With the sound, some slightly cold air in the cellar instantly poured into his body, and blood flowed all over the floor, but he could not make any moans because the knife just cut completely from his neck and trachea to his stomach.

The whole body has opened a big hole in Cheng's body, and the air can no longer help him to speak.

He gently loosened his hand and threw the white gloves on the ground with some disgust. The blood-stained white gloves made the feeling in his hands become sticky. He was disgusted and picked up the submachine gun of the man just now on the ground.

He bent his body and slowly walked forward. In the darkness, Cheng Cheng's face hidden behind the mask was very ferocious. He slowly approached a person in front of him and stopped. It seemed that the man who had just been killed by him appeared among them.

Everyone outside has arrived. A faint candlelight shines from the corner. More than a dozen figures are reflected on the wall opposite Cheng Yi, dragging out a long black shadow. He counts silently for a few seconds, and the whole person rushes into the room instantly.

He got out, quickly pulled the trigger, and the sound of the submachine gun kept coming. In the small space, there was no bunker or place to hide, and people kept falling under the gun...

After a while, the massacre seemed to be over. I took a breather out of boredom and wondered, is this really all these FBI's are capable of?

"What the hell! Who are you?" The intermittent voice came, which attracted Cheng Yi's attention. He looked to the side and saw a foreign man lying on the ground with four bullets in his body.

He was very lucky. Not a single bullet hit his vital parts during the sweep that Cheng Ji had just done. Cheng Ji took off the mask on his face. He was not afraid of anything like a surveillance camera, because he would be here soon.

He used C4 to blow it to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

"Who I am has nothing to do with you!" Cheng Jing smiled a little, with a mocking look in his eyes. He walked up to him and slowly squatted down. "It's really miserable!" He looked at the wounds on his body, and they were bleeding.

The ground gushed out, like a small fountain, and the fishy smell filled the entire cellar.

"Damn... evil..." The foreign man uttered two words with some difficulty. With his trembling hands, he struggled to grab the pistol that fell on the ground and wanted to aim at Cheng Jing. Cheng Jing sighed slightly and smiled.

"Are you looking like this and still want to kill me? You might as well save your strength and fall down!" The man ignored Cheng's ridicule, but continued to do his useless actions, picking up the gun, and the pistol was shaking.

Pointing at Cheng Si, the monomolecular knife in Cheng Si's left hand instantly protruded from the palm of his hand. He raised it high and quickly dropped it. The arm holding the pistol fell down. The man howled in pain and his face kept twitching.

He stood up and pointed the submachine gun in his right hand at his head. The black muzzle was pressed against the foreign man's head. "Goodbye FBI!" Cheng Jing said coldly, and pulled the trigger with his index finger.

The gunshots kept ringing out, and the man's entire body exploded. It was no longer possible to tell that this pile of minced meat and white bones was once a human head.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, he reluctantly took out C4 from his arms and glued it to the surrounding fulcrums. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and then frowned, "It's really troublesome and they have their hands!"

He looked around in disgust. The smell of blood around him was constantly permeating, making people feel sick. Cheng already frowned and carried several submachine guns around him. His own ammunition was not enough from the past.

It's just a good time to replenish it. Although there will definitely be these FBI marks on the gun and bullets, it doesn't matter. Just kill someone and throw it away.

Cheng has taken two steps forward and squatted down. He cut off the corpse's hands one by one and put them into the sack he was carrying. Dozens of hands were just thrown into the sack casually and he weighed his hands.

I felt disgusted, but after thinking about the 450,000 US dollars, I gritted my teeth and persevered with my equipment. It was not that Cheng had no awareness of being a monster. His heart was very cruel, and his blood

It's cold. He can do this kind of thing, but his disgust for this kind of behavior cannot be ruled out.

After cleaning up, he walked out of the cellar. The sky outside gradually dimmed. There was no one around. Cheng already placed the last C4 at the entrance of the tunnel. He could find the FBI ID, some identification certificates, and more than a dozen hands.

Throw them together in the sack, walk to the back of your car against the sack, take out your car keys from your pants pocket, open the trunk, and throw it in. You are very lucky, and you can put it in just right. Suddenly,

When he was startled, a document fell down, and Cheng Yi frowned slightly. It was not because of the identity of the person on the document, but because the document was not from the FBI, but from the ICPO. There was no name on the document. I am afraid it was not filled in. Please be careful.

After looking at the documents, all the procedures were through formal channels! I couldn’t help but frown.

After thinking about it, I put the blank ICPO certificate into my pocket, closed the trunk, walked to the driver's seat, inserted the key into the keyhole, started the car, drove forward for a while, and stopped at a corner store.

There, I took out the mobile phone in my arms and gently pressed the eight and nine keys.

Boom, a huge explosion sounded in the direction behind Cheng Ji! Then billowing smoke came out, and passers-by suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of the explosion, in the direction of the stronghold Cheng Ji had just blown up, and turned their mobile phones on

Get up, put it in his pocket, start the car again, and continue to drive forward. His destination is the central lake island in the neighborhood park...