Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

"Mother!"

After being pushed into the escape tunnel, Susie finally lost her composure that was not suitable for her age. Looking at her mother who was blocking the door and facing a group of gang members alone, tears burst out of her eyes in an instant, blurring her vision.

"Open the door quickly!" The heroic girl frantically slapped the safety door, hoping to get her mother to open the door and go with her. Unfortunately, Su's mother just shouted loudly for her to run quickly, with no intention of getting out of the way.

"Come on, go find a safe place to hide outside, dad will find you!"

My mother's shouts, which were so close but yet so far away, echoed in my ears, and then there were faint footsteps and yelling in the corridor, as if someone was chasing me from downstairs.

The girl gritted her teeth, suppressing the sadness in her heart and ran upstairs. When she turned the corner of the stairs, she glanced over again, only to find a man with a ferocious face approaching her mother with a disgusting smile on his face. A cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded on the gang member's face, followed by deafening gunshots.

Is that the undercover Interpol? !

A glimmer of hope flashed through Susie's heart, which was gradually shrouded in despair. She desperately hoped that the one who shot was the funny Interpol policeman who liked to pretend to be serious. But at this moment, the footsteps downstairs were getting closer and closer, and she could not stop to observe the situation. If he is caught, he will undoubtedly add an important hostage to this group of gangsters.

The girl kicked up her feet and ran for the road upwards, while Su's mother, who was blocking the door of the escape passage, stared dumbly at "Akai Shuichi" who appeared at the end of the corridor. He didn't know when he had put on the silver-haired man's black trousers. The man in the trench coat was holding two guns and was pouring bullets wildly.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang -"

Gunshots continued one after another, and each gunshot would randomly take away a gang member. More than a dozen gang members surrounding the escape tunnel were slaughtered in a few breaths, but the strange thing was that there was no blood or white on the ground. In Huahua's mind, there were no hideous wounds on the faces of the gang members who fell to the ground.

"How is that possible?" Mother Su's face was full of shock and confusion. She just saw a cloud of blood exploding on the foreheads of these people. She thought she was about to see the sesame oil tofu noodles from her hometown, but it turned out that the shooting scene was not bloody at all. , but a bit too harmonious.

The Interpol blew the gun smoke and calmly explained: "Don't worry, ma'am, I used tranquilizer bombs. Their lives are not in danger."

Considering the physical and mental health of the hostages, he did not turn the corridor into a horror movie scene where brains and blood fly together. It can be said that he was very considerate.

That's such a shame, why not use real bullets? There is no need to waste money on these scum of society. Anesthetic bombs are so expensive!

Mother Su complained in her heart, but she didn't have time to worry about it. After saying thank you, she wanted to open the safety door of the escape passage to find her daughter. However, when she turned around, she found that the stairs of the escape passage suddenly rushed up. A big man in black, with all kinds of weapons in his hands, wanted to break in the moment he saw her.

"Get out of the way!" The unknown Interpol suddenly appeared and dragged her away from the security door, dodging the iron door that was hitting her head-on at the critical moment.

"Bang bang bang bang bang -"

There were five more gunshots, and the big black man who broke in the door rolled his eyes and fell down, falling into a beautiful dream.

Su's mother stood by the door in shock. It took her a while to react and thank her, but before she could say anything, another gunshot rang out not far away, and then the tall figure of "Akai Shuichi" suddenly trembled, his face full of He lowered his head in disbelief.

A blood hole appeared in the abdomen wrapped in a tight shirt, and blood flowed from it.

Looking up, I saw a silver-haired man with his windbreaker stripped off at the other end of the corridor, still holding the Beretta M9 in his hand, and the black muzzle was smoking slightly.

"Ah~Xue Li, now you finally have nowhere to run."

The silver-haired man who spoke with a strange accent grinned almost to the back of his ears. He walked slowly with a gun raised, his steps light as if he were stepping on a velvet carpet to attend a grand ball.

The undercover gentleman coughed twice, blood spilled from his mouth, and veins popped out in the hands holding the guns. He looked like a beast ready to attack.

"Oh, do you still want to resist? But I guess there are no bullets in your gun." The silver-haired man's eyes were playful. The Desert Eagle's magazine has a maximum capacity of 9 rounds, and the gunshots were fired a total of 18 times just now, which means The man in front of him was at the end of his rope and could only be left to his own devices.

Su's mother stood against the wall, a little confused. She always felt that there seemed to be some special bond between the two people in front of her. She was completely ignored by her big eyes and small eyes. This feeling was like a role in a stage play. The crowd of onlookers on the background board stood aside to watch the leading actors show off their acting skills.

"Haha, Kurosawa, did you think you were sure of victory?" The murderous look on the undercover man's face suddenly disappeared, and turned into a bit of complacency and ridicule.

The silver-haired man named Kurosawa walked up step by step with a gun in hand. He put the muzzle of the gun that smelled like gunpowder to the undercover gentleman's forehead and said in a sinister and morbid tone: "Ha, it sounds like you still have a trump card that you can't use. Get it quickly." Come out and let me see."

"What I hate most in my life is someone pointing a gun at my head, but there are always people who do it." The undercover gentleman did not answer his question, but said to himself: "After so many years, there are always people who think they can kill me. , but I’m still alive and well.”

"That's because you didn't meet me, otherwise you would have died a long time ago." Kurosawa used force in his hand and pressed the cold muzzle of the gun against the head of the person in front of him, causing him to tilt his head as he smiled extraordinarily wildly.

"Don't talk too much." The undercover gentleman looked at the man in front of him coldly and took out a 500 yen coin from his pocket: "I bet 500 yen that there are no bullets in your gun."

As he finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew in through the open window, and the man's long black trench coat was blown violently.

When Kurosawa heard this, he pulled the trigger without hesitation and wanted to send his mortal enemy to meet God.

With a "click", the Beretta M9 made a hollow sound, announcing that the bullets were exhausted.

"How is that possible?" Kurosawa looked horrified. He was about to pull the trigger again, but when he saw what was in front of him, Xue Li suddenly raised the Desert Eagle and hit his throat.

The throat is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. Kurosawa almost died on the spot due to this severe injury, but he is a battle-hardened gangster after all. Ah~ Xue Li was also able to endure the excruciating pain because his injuries were not serious. He raised his hand and hit the opponent's temple with the butt of a gun.

"Plop" x2

The two fell to the ground at the same time, and rushed towards each other at the same time, using a variety of heart-wrenching ground fighting skills to lock the opponent tightly.

Seeing the two people on the ground entangled like twists and turns, Mother Su, who was watching from the sidelines, scratched her insoles uncontrollably with her toes. She felt even more tortured than when she watched those bloody love soap operas.

Although she couldn't understand Japanese, the scene in front of her was really eye-catching.

Embarrassing, really embarrassing, it made her scalp numb...

Worried that she would lose something important if she continued to watch, Su's mother quietly moved her steps to bypass the two people struggling together and enter the escape tunnel to look for her daughter.

After finally bypassing the two people and reaching the escape passage, he heard heavy footsteps coming from the top of the stairs. It was the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor.

Damn it, there are still pursuers.

Mother Su looked at the tall man who appeared on the corner platform. He was dressed exactly the same as the silver-haired guy on the ground. He was both wearing a black suit and gloves. He was holding a Beretta M9 in his hand and had the cold killing look unique to professional killers on his face. meaning.

Let's face it, regardless of what's inside, looking at the appearance alone, this new Mr. Killer is undoubtedly more intimidating.

"Run quickly, I'll hold them back." The undercover officer from Interpol also noticed that a dangerous person was approaching and asked the hostage girl to leave quickly.

"Then what should you do?" Su's mother had already run down the stairs when she spoke, and only her voice still echoed in the escape passage.

"Running so fast." The undercover gentleman muttered, and then shouted loudly: "I am Interpol, they don't dare to touch me..."

Before he finished speaking, the black-clothed killer had already arrived in front of him, and blazing flames shot out from the black hole of the gun, hitting both of the entangled two people on their heads.

When Mother Su, who ran all the way downstairs, heard the noise, she felt sad but did not dare to stop, running around the nightclub like a headless fly. Fortunately, at this time, the waiters and cleaning staff were gathered on the first floor. So she was not discovered and found a hidden place on the second floor to hide.

On the third floor, the killer in black snapped his fingers and took two cute and headless alpacas into the Nibelung. Then the iceberg on his face melted and turned into a look of helplessness.

"Sure enough, the dragon-blooded alpaca's enhanced brain can't withstand even a ray of my thoughts. Unfortunately, I still want to go to the Rainfall Nightclub." With a murmur, the black-clothed killer tapped the ground with his toes and fell to the ground unconscious. The unconscious gang members suddenly showed signs of waking up, murmuring like sleep.

After a while, all the scum of society woke up, but they could no longer remember what had just happened. They only remembered that two hostages escaped, and the reason for their collective fainting was also falsified as the ground was too slippery and they couldn't stand firm. They all fell down and hit their heads. On the ground.

"Go find them quickly, we must not let them escape."

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On the top floor of the Decepticon nightclub, a girl with shoulder-length short hair finally got rid of her pursuers. Although there were still some tears in the corners of her eyes, she still pushed open the window and climbed into the office building next door.

In Tokyo, land utilization is extremely high, especially in a place like Shibuya where land is at a premium. The distance between buildings is as narrow as possible. In some places, even liquid creatures like cats cannot pass through.

The distance between the Decepticon Nightclub and the next door neighbor is not that ambiguous. It is almost as far as the Shilan Middle School experimental school regulations that require a one-meter distance between boys and girls. As long as the legs are long enough, there will be no problem.

It just so happened that Susie was a tall girl with long legs, and she could climb over one meter of Heavenly Scourge with just one step.

The girl entered a storage room, which was filled with Jackie Chan's favorite furniture, including swivel chairs, benches, ladders, coat racks, umbrellas, brooms, and even a bicycle.

After closing the window, Susie walked around the storage room twice and was surprised to find a dusty baseball bat in the corner with "Lake Toya" written on the handle.

After finding a piece of cloth and wiping it clean, the girl started to steal it. She was not taking it as her own, but just borrowing it temporarily. She would definitely return it when the matter was resolved.

There is also a cardboard box next to it, which seems to be a prop used in an event. It contains a clown's wig and mask, as well as a magician's standard top hat, magic box and other props. Susie selectively borrowed a few. Sample.

The door to the storage room was open, which was good news. She didn't have to risk climbing to another room.

It was during work time, and the office building was full of social workers in suits and leather shoes. They worked tirelessly to let their boss live in a mansion, buy a luxury car, and pick up beautiful girls. They worked overtime until late at night every day and then dragged their exhausted bodies to the Decepticons nightclub next door to let off steam. pressure.

Susie opened the door of the storage room and looked around. There was no one in the corridor, only the crackling sounds of keyboards and chattered conversations echoed.

Carrying the box of magic props and quietly walking out of the storage room, the girl looked around and found no sign of the camera. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly, trying to find an elevator to leave this dangerous area.

She heard several gunshots while fleeing to the rooftop just now. It should be the Interpol police officer who took action, but she didn't know whether the other party could save her mother and successfully escape, so she had to contact her father quickly and call the police, otherwise it would be too late. No one knows what will happen.

After successfully finding the elevator, Susie dug out her small wallet while waiting for the elevator. Inside was the 5,000 yen given to her by her father. The girl took out a few coins and put them in her pocket, preparing to find a phone booth to call her father later. phone number.

The elevator arrived and the door slowly opened. Susie was about to step in, but found that someone was already inside.

It was a man wearing a slim black suit and tie. He was tall and handsome. He was the type of domineering president. However, there was a little doubt in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why this building full of social animals was... There will be underage girls in the building, and his eyebrows are slightly furrowed as if he is worried that someone will accuse him of employing child labor.

The girl stepped into the elevator calmly and faced the man's probing gaze. She stood at arm's length with the man in the elevator. She was about to press the button for the first floor, but she discovered that the elevator only had floors 5 to 10 and the first floor underground. Floor button.

Susie: (￣△￣；)

No wonder people look at her like this. This is the elevator that leads directly to the underground garage.

Looking at the "-1" button that lit up, Susie pretended to be calm. In order to prevent the other party from becoming suspicious, she could only watch the elevator door close and show that she was going to the first floor underground.

A slight feeling of weightlessness came as the elevator descended. Both of them remained silent in the confined space, but Susie could keenly feel that the man behind her was secretly sizing her up.

The elevator door is not a model that can be used as a mirror to identify people, but it can still identify the other person's movements through the blurred outline.

Susie stared intently at the blurry figure reflected on the stainless steel door. She found that the man behind her first reached out and rubbed his chin, then took out his mobile phone and took a look. Then he let out a surprised chuckle, as if he had discovered something extraordinary. s things.

The operation of the elevator was accompanied by the noisy and ear-splitting roar of the machinery. The floors on the display screen were gradually lowering, and Susie's heart slowly sank to the bottom.

The sight from behind became more and more hot, like needles that had been burned until they were red, causing beads of sweat to leak out on her back. Moreover, the blurry figure on the elevator door had put away her mobile phone and put her hand into her arms, as if To take out any prohibited items.

My right thumb, index and middle fingers are so painful that I can't type at all, and my forearm feels like it's going to cramp at any moment. This chapter was written using voice input, and I spent all my time correcting typos T^T