People In Conan: Started Becoming A Demonic Guardian

He said calmly, as if he was explaining what was going on.

"If I don't come back tonight, you can do it."

"Got it, sir." The other party's voice did not hesitate.

The scene was chaotic, and it was unknown how many neon people had died in the stampede.

The crowd completely dispersed Shichiro Abe and the guards, and he could only hope for the few bodyguards left around him.

The phone couldn't get through, and those people must have done something to them, and they didn't want him to go back alive.

There was more than one group of people doing it tonight.

Shichiro Abe was about to tell them to come closer, but a silver bullet whizzed from the edge of the sky, poof.

No, not one bullet, it's two.

One hit the trunk of the tree, and the other hit Shichiro Abe's eyebrows.

In Gin's field of vision, it was blocked by tree branches, but a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes could be seen falling to the ground and dying, and the bodyguards around him were in a mess for a while.

"Well done." Gin breathed a sigh of relief.

Sun Tianhao, who was on the tall building, was also smiling at the moment, and finally got rid of a big man.

Fujiwara was ringing in his ears for the rest of his life, and this shot was not his shot, but his own shot that hit the trunk of the tree.

Shichiro Abe was facing away from him, and when he fell to the ground, he shot in the center of his eyebrows, and he saw it very clearly, how could it be that he was shot.

Who is it?

Fujiwara's headphones for the rest of his life were gin's somewhat disdainful laughter, so it shouldn't have been him, so there was someone else.

The eyes searched the surrounding high-rise buildings, and in this case, they could only be on the roofs of the opposite buildings.

He looked across with his sniper rifle.

It's no longer clear to see, the limit distance of the mirror has been reached.

This can only show that the opponent's shooting skills are better than him and Gin.

So, the sniper technology in this Kexue world is so good that it can be counted on one hand.

It should be Shuichi Akai who made a move, he belongs to the FBI, and Neon has a politician who can change the pattern, and Country M will definitely not allow it.

Sun Tianhao said joy to Fujiwara for the rest of his life, he didn't answer, but nodded with a cold face.

It's not happy to be shot, the people in this organization are really weird.

Sun Tianhao smiled helplessly, he was happy anyway.

After processing the traces, the group gathered by the river.

Belmode opened his arms to Fujiwara for the rest of his life, "Well done.

Fujiwara smiled disdainfully, and then stepped on his steps and skillfully dodged.

Huh... Belmode was indeed a little excited, the organization provoked the neon political circles, and then it was a commotion again.

It's so happy.

"Okay, I'm sleepy, go back to sleep, don't call me if it's okay." Fujiwara yawned for the rest of his life, and this time no one said him again.

After all, it is a great hero.

"You two, the frying motor didn't leave a trace." Gin looked at the vodka and Chianti.

"Surely not."

Vodka means wronged, innocent.

I'm not that bad.

Gin: No, it is.

Chianti was clean and neat, and directly destroyed all the motor stations, and there was no one left, a crazy woman.

It will take a while for the power to be restored.

Fujiwara went straight to the place where he parked his car in the dark, but fortunately the car was still there.

He hadn't found the car before, and he didn't know where it had gone.

He estimated that it might have been towed away by the police force, and the small motorcycle was the first one since he came to this world, and he had a deep feeling.

It's not comfortable to ride for a day, and every night I have to ride my beloved motorcycle out for a ride to release the pressure.

It's not necessary now, but it's still a thought, and he still misses the old.

When I left Kansai, I met Heiji Hattori, who was assisting the police in the blockade.

Fujiwara Yusheng met him for the first time, and after a brief interrogation, Fujiwara Yusheng passed the test safely.

Because the information about Abe Shichiro's assassination has not yet been broadcast at this time, there are many people who have been released from various places, and there will be no way to sort it out at that time, and the number of people who have left the customs is 100,000.

Fujiwara still made a special detour for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect to run into Hattori Heiji.

Before leaving, Fujiwara Yusheng left the previous photos of his lover Cape to Heiji Hattori.

"Although you don't know me, but I know you, Kudo Shinichi is my little brother, hehe, goodbye."

"Who are you?"

When you come to Kansai, you will probably meet Hattori Heiji, so Fujiwara washed out the photo and added a little sunset special effect.

Hattori Heiji looked at the photo in his hand, and a strange red suddenly rose on his dark face, "This guy, how can there be this!"

He pouted, looked around cautiously, made sure that no one was paying attention, he carefully hid the photo, if such an explicit thing was seen by Heye, he would be laughed at by Heye for a whole year!

All year round!

A strong man like him can't give his girlfriend a chance to laugh at him for a whole year.

Fujiwara family.

Gray Plains was already asleep on the couch.

Lying in his arms was a ball curled up.

One person and one dog were sleeping soundly, and Gray Yuan was still holding a mobile phone in his hand, staying in the interface of Fujiwara's information for the rest of his life.

There is still a string of messages in the chat box that have not been sent, and the content is ,—— back?

But it hasn't been sent out, probably because I'm afraid that Fujiwara will be distracted for the rest of my life.

It may also be for Fujiwara to come back and see for the rest of his life.

Fool... Fujiwara leaned over and touched Ashbara's forehead lightly, but didn't wake her up.

The sofa was so big that it didn't matter if it was a bed, so he found a blanket to cover Gray Yuanai, and by the way, he took the ball out of her arms.

The dumplings slept like pigs, and when they were picked up and put in the nest, there was no movement at all.

After doing all this, he turned off the lights and walked out to the balcony alone.

On the balcony, Fujiwara spent the rest of his life under the moonlight, his hair intimately embraced by the moonlight, exuding the brilliance of the full moon.

He looked through the balcony window at Shuichi Akai's house not far away, which used to be brightly lit, but today it was silent, like a dead silence.

For a long time, a faint light came through the window.

Shuichi Akai turned on the lights in his bedroom, and then the brightness increased.

He turned on the light in the living room.

After a while, Shuichi Akai walked from the living room to the balcony, he wanted to look up at the moon, but suddenly found a pair of eyes staring at him on the dark balcony next door.

Here's how the streets are laid out, 21 and 22 next to each other, and 20 and 23 next to each other.

"Can you talk?" Shuichi Akai on the opposite side opened the window, and Fujiwara followed his example and opened the bulletproof glass window of his own home.

"What are you talking about, you just came back?" Fujiwara didn't care for the rest of his life.

The two were silent for a while, Akai Shuichi didn't speak, Fujiwara seemed to be smiling for the rest of his life, it seemed to be a bit of an important matter, Akai Shuichi was thinking about it.

Fujiwara was not in a hurry for the rest of his life, "I'll go first." "

I want to get away with it.