I'm in Mihua, and all the ladies like me.

Sera Bell was too lazy to pay attention to him: "Are you stupid? You must drive forward for a while, otherwise what are you going to do? Are we going to stop where she stops?"

Besides, as long as the other party is not stupid, there is a high probability that he will recognize him when he is in the hotel elevator... He added in his heart.

Continue to drive forward for a distance of nearly [-] meters, until seeing Hirota Masami turning around and leaving the taxi to start again, Serabel gradually reduces the speed and stops on the ramp on the side of the road.

After turning off the engine, applying the handbrake, and confirming that there were no vehicles approaching from behind, he opened the door and got out of the car. He took out a yellow warning sign from the trunk of the car and placed it 50 meters behind the car.

"Okay, let's go."

"Uh... um."

Conan nodded in realization and trotted to follow.

I have to say that Serabel's handling method is indeed the most appropriate at the moment. Not only did it not attract Masami Hirota's attention, but if a yellow card was placed on the back of the car, even if a passerby saw the incident, they wouldn't be surprised.

If there is a yellow card on the back of the parked car, it means the car is broken down.

As for why there was no one next to the car, it was probably because they were moving reinforcements. After all, it was not far from the city.

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Returning to the path leading to the abandoned dock warehouse, Hirota Masami had been gone for a while.

At this moment, the sky has completely darkened, and the wasteland outside the city is covered with dark lights and weeds half as tall as a person. Trying to accurately find a person in this place and under such lighting conditions is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Fortunately, there was only one road in front of him. At least if Masami Hirota came here to meet someone, it was most likely the abandoned dock warehouse at the end of the road.

The two walked along the gravel road, and the warehouse at the dock was getting closer. The occasional breeze at night caused the surrounding weeds to sway and rub together, and the sound they made just covered up the sound of their footsteps.

There are not many warehouses on the dock. There are only six large and small warehouses in total, but they are arranged quite neatly. The doors are connected end to end and are transparent at a glance. Everything inside has been emptied. There are a few scattered broken wooden frames left.

It is extremely dangerous to start searching in such an empty place.

What to do, what to do?

Conan gritted his teeth and thought about countermeasures when someone pinched his neck.

Naturally, the only person who could do this under such circumstances was Sera Bell. When he looked up, the former was putting his index finger in front of his lips to make a silencing gesture, pointing at his ear, and then pointing at Another abandoned warehouse diagonally across the corner.

Does it mean there is movement in that warehouse?

Conan was stunned for a moment and then understood.

So the two slowed down further and came to the back of another warehouse opposite the door.

It's completely impossible to hear what's going on inside at this distance.

Conan took advantage of the cover of dusk to bravely poke his head out and take a look.

The next second, it was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Those were two people in a confrontation.

One of them is of course Masami Hirota.

The other person confronting her was a rather slender silver-haired man. Because his back was turned, his face could not be seen clearly, and his long, fluttering black trench coat was like the robe of the giant scythe of death.

"They are the guys who made me smaller!" Conan lost control and gritted his teeth.

Body becomes smaller?

After catching the keyword, Serabel's eyes dropped for a moment.

"...Although I really want to ask what's going on, the situation is urgent right now. If we don't take action immediately, Ms. Hirota will probably be killed soon. But before taking action, I'd better say something ugly - —”

"Ok?"

"I'm sorry if you wake up and find yourself with a cold."

Um! ?

As soon as he finished speaking, Serabel pointed his fingers together and struck the former with a palm on the back of his neck.

The force was just right and he was knocked down on the spot.

Serabel caught Conan, who was falling weakly, with one hand, and gently lowered him against the wall of the warehouse.

Pulling some weeds on the side to cover up the young figure, Mist Ripper straightened up, and several rays of silver light fell down and were firmly held between his fingers.

Swords hidden in sleeves! ?

Chapter 34 Are you also a lay Buddhist who adds money?

In the warehouse, the two sides faced off.

Hirota Masami's breathing was slightly rapid, which was the result of her efforts to conceal it.

Now she is like a bare-handed and unarmed person who met the Northeastern Golden Gradient in the wild.

Unable to fight or run away, the only thing he could do was to pray that the other party would let him go... No, it should be said to be more terrifying than that.

At least the Northeastern Golden Grain Layers would rarely attack humans if they were full and did not think they were threatened, but the person in front of them was different.

Hirota Masami hardly thought that she would be able to leave today, and the reason why she came here was entirely due to that little bit of fantasy that even she herself found ridiculous.

“GIN…”

She squeezed out the syllable through clenched teeth.

As if he could see the nervousness of the woman in front of him, the man with long silver hair smiled coldly, his voice sounding like the teeth of a shark grinding against each other in the sea.

"You don't have to be so nervous, Hirota Masami... No, would it be better to call you Miyano Akemi?"

So her name wasn’t Hirota Masami, but Miyano Akemi?

Not far outside the warehouse, Serabel, who completely suppressed the sound of footsteps approaching slowly, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly when she heard the name.

He has a good memory. Akai Marie did say that she once had a sister named Sera Elena. She married a man named Miyano Atsushi in Japan 20 years ago, and her surname has been changed to Miyano Elena since then.

It is now known that Elena Miyano did the drug that Akai Marie took to make her smaller, and the man named Gin in front of her seems to be a member of the organization that makes rejuvenation drugs, and Miyano Akemi is not only Miyano, but also I seem to know this Gin.

Please, what is Miyano Akemi’s identity?

Well, there is no need to think about this kind of question at all. If you can't guess this, it would be outrageous, just as outrageous as Naruto being crazily bullied in the early days of Hokage.

It's like the Fourth Hokage died only a dozen years ago, and his face was carved into a statue and placed on a cliff for people to admire, and Naruto's surname is Uzumaki. It is known that all the Uzumaki clan have red hair, but Naruto is the only one. His surname is Uzumaki, but he has yellow hair, and among the Uzumaki clan, the only one who is likely to give birth to yellow hair is Uzumaki Shinkuna who is married to the fourth Hokage, a big yellow hair.

Please, who are Naruto's biological father and mother?

This is an answer you can think of with your spine. However, in the early days of Hokage, no one in the village knew about it, and they swarmed in and bullied the surviving son of the Fourth Hokage who sacrificed his life for the village.

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After waiting for a while, Miyano Akemi didn't speak again, so Gin twitched the corner of her mouth expressionlessly.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Did you bring the money?"

"...Where is my sister? Where is Shiho?" Miyano Akemi did not intend to be led around.

"Don't worry, you will see her."

Gin continued to sneer, while raising his right hand and making a strange gesture.

Miyano Akemi was immediately alert and turned her face to the side and glanced behind her.

As expected, in the next second, another figure appeared outside the warehouse door on the rear side.

It was a man in a black suit and leather shoes, but he was slightly shorter than the tall and tall Gin. Under the black round hat, he had a rather short and capable head, and his face was slightly wider and wider. Wearing a pair of sunglasses on his face, his figure looks quite stocky.

The confrontation was broken, and the two of them caught Miyano Akemi in the middle.

"Vodka..."

Miyano Akemi recognized the other party's identity instantly and couldn't help but turned pale.

The duo was known throughout the entire organization for how ruthless they were, and even she, a low-level non-staff member, knew this.

Gin was too lazy to talk nonsense. He slowly took his left hand out of his pocket, pulled out a shiny black Beretta M92F pistol, and pointed the black muzzle at the woman in front of him.

"Okay, I'll give you one last chance, Miyano Akemi. Have you brought the billion yen?"

"Hey hey hey..."

As if he had seen the scene where the latter's plan failed and he knelt down in despair, Vodka let out a malicious and permeating laugh from behind.

Miyano Akemi pursed her lips, and the five fingers holding the pistol in her coat clenched tightly until the joints turned white, and then she loosened her grip a little bit, as if she had lost all her strength.

This is a certain death situation.

She is well aware of this.

It should be said that since the appearance of vodka, I have lost all hope of making a comeback.

Even if she immediately shoots Gin with her gun, and both sides shoot each other at the same time, there will still be vodka behind her to shoot her.

But Miyano Akemi was not ready to give up just yet. Although she was so scared that her legs almost collapsed, she still raised her head high.

"Make no mistake, our original deal was that if I earned one billion for the organization, you would let Shiho and I leave the organization. I didn't bring the money. If you bring Shiho and let us go, I will tell you where the money is. , By the way, if you kill me here, you will never get that money in this life."

"Humph, you are really a woman who can't figure out the situation."

Gin slightly squeezed the trigger with his index finger, and the smile on his pale face was completely suppressed.

"It's true that Shirley is an important researcher in the organization, but as for you..."

What he said seemed a bit confusing, but in fact the logic was very clear.

To expand the translation a little bit, it’s true that Shirley is an important researcher of the organization, but you are not, so it doesn’t matter even if I kill you here. As for whether Shirley will refuse to continue research after you die, if she refuses That's killing him. At worst, it's better to find someone else to continue.

The absolute cold-bloodedness is vividly reflected in a short sentence.

The expression on Miyano Akemi's face completely turned to despair, and the breath of death gradually enveloped her, just waiting for a gunshot...

No shots were fired, but a fourth man's voice rang out in the warehouse.

"Hey, hey, hey~ Two grown men tricked a girl into coming to a place like this in the middle of the night. What are they planning to do?"

!!!

The same sound falls in the ears of three different people, and they all react differently.

Miyano Akemi recognized the voice and was slightly startled.

At the same time, Gin gave up shooting without thinking and flew out with all his strength. The next moment, the place where he was standing was occupied by three flying knives with cold light falling down.

Vodka seemed to be more stubborn. He pulled out the pistol from his waist and was about to shoot. However, in the next second, two flying knives flew from Miyano Akemi's body and stabbed his left arm and right arm respectively. Blood spattered. The pistol flew out of his hand.

"Exercise your weapons."

Serabel said in an exaggerated and joking tone as she swayed out of the shadows, holding three new flying knives between the fingers of her left and right hands, like Wolverine's claws.

Gin stared at the flying knife engraved with strange patterns in his hand, as if feeling a little incredible.

"Figol the Ripper?"

"Oh? I didn't expect that I would be so famous. My fame would spread to Japan, but... that's all because of the old calendar."

Serabel shrugged with her hands spread out, and as she flipped her wrist, the blade of the flying knife flashed with cold light.

"Old almanac?" Gin sneered, "Are you referring to the old almanac from half a month ago?"

"Hey, how should I explain it to you..."

Serabel put the tip of the knife to her forehead and scratched it.

"In short, someone is paying for your life."

After thinking for a moment, he added another line from the movie.

"I'm very willing to spend money."?

Chapter 35 Gin: Withdraw!Escape!

Generally speaking, killers in the real world focus on PVE rather than PVP.

After all, this is not the world view of John Wick. Everyone works for money, so how can they think about dicks every day?

Unless there is a benefit, it must be enough to offset the risk.

There are always exceptions to everything. Killing every day inevitably breeds hatred, and it is natural to be targeted.

That being the case, then——