N-A-A Chapter 710 He is my friend
Chapter 710 He is my friend
Quiet night, feast of killing.
It was a one-sided massacre without any suspense.
From being chased to chasing back, the number of enemies decreased one by one, and the sound of bullets fired became more and more sparse.
The enemy, who were originally confident of victory due to their large numbers, finally retreated again and again in fear as if they had seen a ghost, laid down their weapons, surrendered, and begged for mercy.
Life and death, between a thought.
The surveillance camera's image was covered with a large area of bright red, having long lost its original clarity.
The people standing in front of the screen went from shock at first to horror, and even fear, and finally showed joy as if they had discovered a fellow creature.
But when he caught a glimpse of the pale, confused, and even frightened expressions of the group of people behind him, Gin finally laughed out loud.
“Ha, hahahahaha!!”
The pure white hero dances across the black and red stage.
The sword in his hand is like a god's scepter. Every time he lifts, turns, picks and stabs, the gorgeous petals bloom and wither.
Gin, who had no mercy on his own people, watched the massacre that could be called art, and turned to look at the others:
"I remember what that guy said? Weak and fragile? Hahahaha!"
In the corner, Ida Hang who was pointed at seemed to have lost the ability to speak. He just opened his bloodshot eyes numbly and stared blankly at the back of the person on the screen who was killing someone with a sword.
There was blood splattered on the other person's clothes.
...It's their fault.
"Hey, Scotland, won't you open your eyes?"
After hearing what Gin said, Vodka, who was standing by, walked straight to the person who was leaning against the wall and lying there.
The broad palm grabbed the other person's slightly long hair and pulled it upwards without any hesitation, revealing the face that was mostly blocked.
The eyes that should have been the color of the sky after washing were now empty and dark.
Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes, staining the coagulated blood on his face and flowing down the hideous wound to his jaw.
Even if Vodka reached out and pulled Zhu Fujingguang hard, forcing him to speak.
But the other party didn't react at all and just stared blankly at the picture on the screen.
…They were the ones who caused the child to take this step.
The other party shouldn't have been involved in all this.
If he had discussed it with the other party when he found something wrong today instead of coming alone, would the current scene be different?
"Scotland, don't you want to say something to him? The guy you just tried so hard to conceal and protect is outside right now."
Gin pulled the microphone cord on the console and handed it to Zhu Fujingguang, but had no intention of walking over.
With his vision blurred, Zhu Fu Jingguang heard the other party's devilish temptation:
"You won't call him to rescue you?"
…save him?
No, no! Stop the crane!
Stop if you feel pain!
Run away! Run away!
Sorry, sorry!
A mixture of emotions was surging in his chest, and the person who was thinking this opened his mouth wide, but couldn't utter a single syllable.
His aphasia seemed to have come back.
"Hey, you weren't like this just now."
Vodka shook his men, who didn't move at all.
Feeling bored, Gin swept his gaze over the few people who were staring at him, and finally fell on the small group of people in the corner.
Unable to bear this kind of visual stimulation, the three little ones had already fainted.
Conan and Hattori, who were standing in front of them, just stared at the screen blankly with blank expressions on their faces.
However, Sonoko, who was being guarded by Xiaolan and Yehu behind her, had a stronger reaction. She was almost vomiting due to the physiological reaction stimulated by the images.
Admittedly, she had seen many crime scenes and had watched movies that were more disgusting and terrifying than this one.
However, the surveillance footage in front of me is real.
Just watching Yun Xianhe shuttle through the blood rain, thinking about the sticky feeling of the falling blood, smelling the rust and decay smell lingering in this cell...
It's not that I'm disgusted by the other person's behavior, it's just simple physical discomfort.
My stomach felt burning and churning.
My throat felt like it was filled with cement and I couldn't breathe.
It was not until the moment he couldn't breathe that Conan realized that he had subconsciously held his breath.
A moment of clarity allowed him to shift his gaze from those glaring and piercing objects back to his friend.
Elegant, seamless movements.
A top-notch fighting machine.
But Conan's mind was filled with the other person's half-smile at the beginning - after a flash of entanglement and pain, he was instantly relieved.
Give up on yourself?
The chill brought by this thought was even greater than the excitement Conan felt when he saw the other person kill someone with his own hands.
No, no, no…
Wait, Brother Xianhe will definitely take them out.
By then, no matter what the problem is, they can solve it together and nothing bad will happen.
"What's wrong? You always have this expression."
Gin, who was standing in the front, suddenly spoke and interrupted Conan's wandering thoughts.
The top 1 brewery walked over and didn't focus on the child. Instead, he clamped Hattori's jaw, with a wanton and twisted smile on his face:
"Little ghost, didn't you just shout that it was impossible? Come, open your eyes and take a good look."
"open,"
"Ha ha……"
"Heiji!"
"Hattori! Ugh!"
Gin kicked Conan back and said coldly:
"Little devil, stay still."
Hattori tried to struggle when being dragged over, but soon calmed down again.
Gin punched the man in the stomach and looked coldly at the man who subconsciously wanted to curl up. He grabbed the man's collar mercilessly and pushed him in front of the nearest surveillance screen:
"I now admit that he is a genius."
The sharp tip of the sword almost brushed the monitor's probe.
The sharp light stung Hattori's half-open eyes and caused slight pain.
The devil's voice sounded with a hint of appreciation:
"In this age of hot weapons, he can use cold weapons to this extent. Did you know he was so skilled?"
A seemingly tentative question, the beginning of provoking discord.
Hattori, who was just dizzy but not stupid, pulled the corner of his mouth that was aching and replied in a self-deprecating tone:
"He said... I didn't believe it."
Hearing his words, Gin loosened his hand as if bored, allowing the other person to slide down like a piece of dough.
Hattori groaned as he hit the ground, then gritted his teeth and said nothing more.
Gin turned to look at the guy sitting in the middle of the crowd who had been refutating him from the beginning, and asked with a grin:
"you know too?"
"Don't test us like that."
The hoarse voice was a little weak.
Jinpei Matsuda looked at Gin with contempt with the eye that he had forced open with great effort, and a wanton and hearty smile appeared on his face.
The prisoners, who were clearly in a miserable state, were more stubborn than the executioner who controlled life and death:
"Even if he's a trained killing machine, so what? It's not his fault! I, Matsuda, only know that he's my friend, a friend who's so powerful that you guys are afraid and wary of him. Ahem!"
The blood foam rising up in his throat choked the second half of his words.
Kenji Hagiwara, who was sitting not far from him, leaned slightly, as if trying to give him some support.
But as soon as he moved, the person standing behind him who was responsible for guarding him pressed his head back tightly.