Save the Two-dimensional Devil

All over his body, only his tongue was hard.

Makishima watched the monster helplessly, swinging the three horns on its head and neck, grinning grinningly, stretched out his pliers-like claws to pick him up, and flung him out of the door.

The last time he caught a glimpse, the man named Jio sat nonchalantly on his chair that represented his authority.

Makishima's efforts, his struggles, and the things he once held tightly in his palm by all means, were like evaporated ice cubes, all of which disappeared at once, as if they had never existed.

Jio sat in front of and behind the wide table, but he didn't feel much.

He told the monster: "Boob, when you find out the opponent's location, you will be dispatched. Don't have any taboos. If necessary, you can kill the 'builder'. Your purpose is only one: to take back the unit." !"

Boo Boo's forked tongue flicked a few times in his deformed mouth, which could hardly close together, as an answer.

He sat on the chair and said to himself: "There is the last unit, where is it?"

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Chapter 094 Miwako, Are You Possessed By Conan?

"What do you think?"

On the table, a photo of Sanhuatuan Ichiro and a detailed route map with travel time were laid out evenly. Liu Xu looked around at the three people around him with piercing eyes.

Meixing looked a little hesitant: "Xu, is it really okay to do this?"

The photos and the detailed route map with the travel time are all obtained by Miyuki hacking into the computer of the Sanhua Consortium.

Kui Futaba hesitated for a moment, and said, "Xu, are you sure?"

After explaining the story behind Knoss, Liu Xu provided information about a "bad guy" like Sanhuadan Ichiro.

Miwako pushed her glasses and said slowly: "I always feel that things are not that simple."

Liu Xu was sitting upright, not looking sideways, but secretly speechless in his heart.

Miwako, are you possessed by Conan?

Or is it true that women's intuition is so strong?

No wonder men are living harder and harder these days.

Ok!

I have to admit that I want to kill Sanhuatuan Ichiro out of selfishness, for his beautiful daughter, who told this beast father to have a perverted heart!

Moreover, Sankadan Ichiro was indeed involved with Knoss, and secretly did a lot of anti-social and anti-human things.

Get rid of him, kill two birds with one stone, why not do it?

Liu Xu coughed and nodded: "My information is [-]% correct. This person is indeed a peripheral member of Kronos, who provided him with funds and 'samples' for human research. He was responsible for the kidnapping of the girl..."

"Xu, what are you going to do?"

The three women looked at each other, looked at Liu Xu, and said in unison.

"Although Akafir is the savior of all mankind, but..." Liu Xu smiled and said: "For so long, the Kronos he founded has become rotten due to neglect of management, and these cancers must be eradicated. "

When he said this, Liu Xu had a feeling of returning to the world of beheading girls.

The millennium empire is still decaying, let us join the professional killer group!

a week later.

Osaka Weibo Avenue.

A luxury convoy roared past, and the red and blue dome lights of the first few cars were flashing non-stop.

Sanhuadan Ichiro sat in a white Rolls-Royce car in the middle, his brows were deeply furrowed, and he looked a little out of his mind.

He is the head of the Makishima branch, but now that Makishima is obviously losing power, Danichiro will definitely be affected.

The convoy crossed the Asakusa Bend and arrived at Highway No. [-], where it went straight to the east side of the Yuxia District. On both sides of the avenue, there were row upon row of high-end shops and long-established famous brands. Huge windows displayed the latest fashions for men and women, brocade Show kimonos, gold and silver jewellery, high-end decorations, exquisite artworks and colorful daily necessities, eye-catching and unique advertisements abound.

The section chief sat in the first police car with a dignified expression.

Due to the bad public security situation recently, the police station of Modong Police Department, which is a bit of a snake, contacted the Sanhua Consortium, and handed over the recent security tasks to the experienced section chief.

Although, Sanhuadan Ichiro sneered at their kindness.

The entire convoy consisted of [-] cars and two black Mercedes-Benz vans, and four police cars echoed each other. However, the number of Sanhuadan Ichiro's personal armed bodyguards was almost ten times that of the detectives.

To be honest, the section chief was very disgusted with this mission. No police officer would like to deal with rich people. They were quite uncooperative and didn't know how to respect others.

Not long after entering Route [-], the convoy slowly slowed down.

Directly ahead, a huge container truck rolled over in the middle of the road, almost blocking the entire road.

The long traffic flow was blocked, and the horns were blaring one after another. Many people opened their doors and jumped onto the road, cursing angrily and helplessly.

The section chief walked out of the cab, took out the walkie-talkie and said a few words to the guys in the two police cars at the end of the convoy, and hurried towards the direction of the accident.

A dirty homeless man hunched over and dragged a huge garbage bag slowly past the convoy. There was a hole in the bottom of the bag in his hand, and things like cans and plastic bottles rolled out from time to time, happily Bounce on the road.

A few bodyguards sitting in the van with MP5s in their hands looked at the old man's unknowing dull expression and laughed maliciously.

"Sir, hello!"

Two high-speed mounted police were closing the door of the overturned truck cab, and the motorcycle with flashing police lights was parked aside. Seeing the section chief with the senior police badge approaching, they hurriedly saluted.

"What's going on here?"

The head of the section frowned. During the time protecting Sanhuadan Ichiro, he really didn't want to make any trouble.

One of the mounted policemen said with some doubts: "We have already called the headquarters, and the heavy crane is coming in this direction, but the strange thing is, the driver of this truck has disappeared, as if it fell from the sky. "

The head of the section changed his face and raised the walkie-talkie in his hand.

On a small hill [-] yards away, Xia Shi, who was wearing a camouflage camouflage, withdrew his gaze, pulled a small black gadget out of the antenna in his hand, and pressed it down.

"Tattoo..."

There was a soft sound, and the cans and bottles scattered on the road suddenly seemed to have life, bouncing up one after another, and stuck to the bottom of the nearby car body.

Following a series of dull explosions that were not loud, Sankadan Ichiro's convoy, including some nearby vehicles, shuddered violently and then bounced high. After flying several meters high with dazzling sparks, they landed heavily. It fell to the ground.

The entire team still maintains a neat longitudinal formation, the only difference is that now those beautiful car bodies are covered with dents the size of washbasins, and there are no tires to be found, they are completely paralyzed.

Everyone nearby screamed and abandoned their cars, running blindly and chaotically on the road, hoping to stay as far away from this horrible place as possible.

Aoi Futaba and Xia Shi on the mountain bag looked at each other, and they were both surprised by the power of the bomb modified by Miyuki. Not to mention cars, even armored vehicles can be shredded.

The section chief’s expression changed drastically. He pulled out the M637 light revolver in the holster and ran towards the convoy, while shouting at the intercom: “Nakajima, General Hayashi, are you still alive? Listen, stay here.” Get out of the car!"

The two mounted policemen looked at each other for a while, then squatted down in unison.

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Chapter 095

Sanhuadan Ichiro smashed his forehead on the bulletproof glass of the Rolls-Royce, bleeding all over his face.

He was so frightened by the sudden explosion that he curled up on the back seat with an ashen face, his whole body swaying non-stop.

The bodyguards drew their weapons one after another, opened the car door in a daze, and formed a human wall around Sanhuadan Ichiro's car.

A few unlucky guys broke their arms in the violent shock, and cold sweat the size of soybeans was dripping from their pale faces.

The section chief rushed to the Rolls-Royce, glanced in through the car window, and was relieved to see Ichiro Sankadan looking outside in panic.

"Senior!"

Several detectives in the police car were opening the door with their guns raised, and the section chief yelled, "Damn it! Don't come out! Call the headquarters! Damn it, there must be snipers nearby!"

He has been working as a police officer for more than ten or twenty years. It is obvious that this is not a simple kidnapping, but someone undoubtedly wanted the life of Sanhuadan Ichiro.

Now that things have come to this point, even if it is dereliction of duty, he can't let these young guys with pistols deal with invisible murderous intentions.

The police are human too, there is no need to die for this arrogant rich man.

As if confirming the words of the section chief, a sharp whistling sound passed by, and a bodyguard next to the back seat of the Rolls-Royce suddenly shook.

Amidst the slight sound of glass shattering, he looked down at his abdomen in a daze, and suddenly there was a hole the size of a cup.

The steaming blood plasma was continuously gushing out from inside, and a long sticky red line fell between the body and the ground.

Some of the bodyguards ducked down, trying to look around while looking for cover, while others still surrounded the Rolls-Royce.

Sankadan Ichiro looked at the hole that was close at hand in fear, and felt that life was gushing out from there little by little like the heat in the carriage, away from him.

"Help! Help!"

Sanhuadan Ichiro finally cried hysterically, his usual graceful and gentle image no longer existed.

The aura of wealth and glory that had surrounded him was completely gone, and what was left now was just a human with dilated pupils and a gray face.

Miyuki no longer aimed at the car body, but poured bullets into the human wall still surrounding the Rolls-Royce.

These guys are all foreign mercenaries, and each of them has at least thirty lives in their hands, and it is the most brutal massacre, so Miyuki kills them without any psychological pressure.

Every bullet fired from the remodeled gun chamber will produce a huge recoil force, and Miyuki's slender body was shaken, but she fired a series of long bursts, firing without pause, and the muzzle was almost in an instant. Constantly shifting.

Miyuki's terrifying marksmanship finally fully demonstrated in this extremely unstable situation.

"1, 2, 3..."

Meixing held up the binoculars and counted hurriedly in her heart. After eighteen shots were fired, nineteen people fell on the opposite side.

One bullet exploded the heads of two people.

Thinking that in the hands of those mercenary bodyguards, they were even stained with the blood of women and children who had no ability to resist, Mei Xing played supernaturally and shot her head.

The only thing left outside Sanhuadan Ichiro's car is the dead.

He sat alone in the car, looking at the corpses lying on the ground outside, cursing the escaped bodyguards viciously in his heart, while scratching his hair, weeping in despair.

"Help! You cowards, I am a representative of the parliament! You have to protect me..."

The piercing pain made Sankadan Ichiro howl.

In the police car in the distance, the section chief is holding the walkie-talkie with a serious face: "Headquarters, headquarters..."