"Sorry, my marksmanship is better than fighting." Akai Shuichi looked at Kyogoku Makoto who was eager to beat him up, but he had no intention of competing.
Although they had never fought each other in actual combat, and he was very strong, but just from what the other party had just done, he knew that this guy who looked like a human had the power of a bear hidden in his body. Go ahead, he is definitely the one who suffers.
They are not life-and-death enemies. Only fools would compete without using firearms! There are specialties in the art industry, but he prefers all-around.
"You can use weapons, please feel free to do so." Kyogoku's eyes were sharp and he said lightly.
"Azhen!" Yuanzi was anxious and wanted to dissuade him.
"No problem Sonoko, the muzzle speed of the pistol will not exceed 500 meters per second, so as long as you concentrate on looking at the muzzle and pulling the trigger, you can dodge the bullets. As long as you dodge the first shot, then At this distance, a person is faster than a gun!" Kyogoku turned his head slightly to explain to Sonoko, and finally added in his mind, "If the opponent's marksmanship is good, he may still be injured..."
Akai Shuichi: "..."
Did I say there was a test? Is this guy a fighting maniac?
"Sorry, I have to go see my friends first. I hope they are okay..." Akai Shuichi said and turned around decisively, no longer caring about them.
"Azhen, they are..." At this time, Yuanzi also saw those people lying with corpses, and was suddenly a little surprised.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I thought they were the gangsters who kidnapped you, so I was a little harsher..." Kyogoku walked over and scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Oh, it's okay~" Sonoko breathed a sigh of relief, and naturally held Kyogoku's arm, rested her head on his shoulder, and said with a happy smile, "Let's go~"
Shuichi Akai, who was checking the injuries of his teammates, twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely. Looking at the dying appearance of his teammates, he re-understood the meaning of "strike a little harder".
At this time, the teammates who were waiting in the ship also came over one after another, staring at Kyogoku Makoto with unkind expressions, but were stopped by Akai Shuichi.
"Wait a minute, I'll right the car." Kyogoku Zhen quickly righted the car, then looked at the group of people who were watching eagerly, lowered his head and said to Sonoko, "It seems that they have a plan and want to take you by boat. Where to go……"
"What a bunch of arrogant souls, Zhen, just ignore them. Thanks to you this time~" Sonoko snuggled onto Kyogoku's shoulder again, so sticky that she wouldn't let go even when walking. .
"It's okay..." Kyogoku's dark and red face was full of shyness.
…
On the roof of a certain warehouse, gin and vodka were still lying on their stomachs.
"Brother, should we still attack Shirley?" Vodka's voice was a little dry. Psychologically speaking, he didn't want to continue taking action, but it was against the interests of the organization.
He was in a dilemma!
"Shirley? What Shirley?" Gin asked.
"Ah, this..." The eyes under the vodka sunglasses widened, and after a while he praised in astonishment, "As expected of the eldest brother, as long as she is not Shirley, then we have not violated the interests of the organization this time, high, too high !”
"What a mess!" Gin scolded in a low voice, "Didn't you look at that woman carefully just now? Although her hairstyle, hair color, and face shape are similar to Shirley's, her facial expressions are completely different. She is a rich lady who is obsessed with love. The posture, there’s no way it’s Shirley, it doesn’t taste like that!”
Vodka was stunned for a moment, not sure whether this was true or not. Finally, he lowered his head and asked hesitantly: "Brother, are you...is this what you want to say to the organization?"
Gin looked back at him in astonishment, the corner of his mouth twitched a few times, and couldn't help cursing: "Idiot, this is the truth! Do you think I will give up on getting rid of Shirley because of a martial artist? There are also three, six, nine, and nine grades of martial artists. , not all martial artists, we have to be tolerant! Obviously, this man is not taboo. If it were taboo, then when we observe him, he will appear behind us..."
When Vodka heard this, he was shocked and stiffened. He wanted to turn his head and look behind him to confirm, but he was afraid of seeing another person behind him.
Suddenly, he panicked and broke into a cold sweat.
"What's wrong with you?" Gin noticed his abnormality and frowned.
"Big...brother, behind..." Vodka lowered his head and stammered.
Gin's pupils dilated violently. Could it be that I misjudged it? That person was really coming!
A drop of cold sweat couldn't help but slide from his forehead to his chin, and finally hit the roof. Gin took a deep breath, slowly turned his head, turned around, and looked behind...
Nothing, nothing!
The atmosphere was frozen in vain, and the temperature seemed to have become even lower.
At this time, Vodka said intermittently: "Is there really someone behind you...?"
"..." Gin was so angry that he took out a pistol on the spot, put it on Vodka's forehead, and roared, "You ate rat gall, right?"
I wasn't scared to death by that guy, but I was scared to death by your soul!
Vodka looked back blankly, breathed a long sigh of relief, lay down on the roof, and said quietly: "Brother, as the saying goes, people are scary to death... Mainly because what you said is too scary..."
Gin: "..."
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