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

If you co-author a good thing, you should keep it for yourself and not give it to other brothers, right?

Well, it doesn’t matter.

After thinking about it, he felt that there was no need to explain anything. Serabel strode forward, raised his hand and fired two shots.

The bullet that exited the barrel at a high speed pierced the smoke, leaving a faint trail in the air, and the next moment it effortlessly penetrated the baffle in front of the team leader's desk where he was hiding.

There were two more clanging sounds of metal and iron, and the team leader, who was recovering his strength under the desk just a second ago, was directly beaten out, rolling and crawling in a very embarrassed manner.

Of course, this is only the surface.

His real purpose was to reach the body of his teammate at the top of the stairs.

The leader's own pistol had been lost in the sudden shooting, but his teammates' pistols were still well inserted into the holsters on their waists.

As long as I can get there...

"No, you don't want to." Serabel raised her gun and shot.

boom!

There was another gunshot, and a brilliant spark exploded on the floor less than thirty centimeters in front of the leader.

He immediately shrank his head and rolled back. While dodging three bullets in a row, he was accidentally shot twice more on the outside of his thigh and butt, leaving two more bloody holes.

He hid pretty quickly...

Serabel clicked her tongue in her heart.

Both sides understand each other's thoughts very well.

Serabel wanted to directly blow up the leader's head.

The team leader wanted to wait until the pistol bullets in Serabel's hand ran out, and then take advantage of the opportunity to reload the bullets to close the distance and start a close-quarters fight.

It is true that he is worthy of being the leader of the team. In terms of height and muscle girth, he is not a bit stronger than the several winery members he met before. In terms of physique, Sera Bell can basically be regarded as a complete loser. If it is really In a close fight, he would definitely suffer in terms of strength.

But if you think you can easily defeat the former Twist Ripper based on this, isn't it a bit too contemptuous? !

Thinking of this, Serabel no longer grudged the remaining bullets, and pulled the trigger one after another while approaching step by step.

Before he realized that the team leader was wearing a bulletproof vest, he had been trying to headshot him with a single shot, but the opponent was really good at it. He dodged left and right in the dark environment against the hail of bullets, but he didn't get a fatal wound. Come, still thinking of counter-killing in close combat.

If that's the case, I'll just break your legs!

Gunshots rang out, and several bullets quickly appeared on the leader's legs, one of which even blasted his right heel and punched it into a hole.

The pressure was instantly put on the team leader.

It is true that Serabel's bullet inventory will be exhausted soon if he continues, but his legs will also become useless... It should be said that one of the legs is almost useless now.

So even if you can finally reach the distance of close combat, how can a person with disabled legs have any fighting ability?

But the team leader continued to be patient.

What Serabel was holding was a Glock 17. A magazine can hold up to seventeen bullets, and so far it has fired thirteen times.

Bang bang bang!

Three more shots were fired in succession, and hot blood burst out from the outside of the leader's left calf.

He endured the severe pain and curled up, and slowly adjusted his angle in the direction of the gunshot, like a seriously injured leopard that still didn't give up on killing its prey.

Sixteen shots!The last bullet left!

boom!

The last gunshot sounded, and Serabel's shot missed.

The bullet hit the floor with bright sparks.

This is the moment the team leader has been waiting for!

The strength accumulated in his muscles was completely released at this moment. Risking the loss of his right foot, he stepped on the ground and jumped forward, the dagger in his hand flashing with a cold light in the darkness.

Time seemed to be slowed down at this moment. From the leader's perspective, Serabel pulled the trigger again, but no bullet came out.

Yes, after all, there were so many shots fired in front, and they had all been fired long ago.

He won this endurance race!

Within seven steps, fists and guns clashed... Boom!

In terms of sound effects, it even feels a bit funny, as if someone in the animation was shot in the forehead by an arrow made of a leather shovel.

It's just that what hit the leader's forehead was not an arrow made of a leather shovel, but a dagger that was still stained with the blood of his teammates. The force was so strong that it directly penetrated the skull and inserted into the brain, leaving only the handle exposed. The scalpel is tightly attached to the skin of the forehead, preventing the paste inside from slipping out.

When exactly...

The team leader couldn't figure it out. He didn't see Serabel make any move to throw anything, or in other words, everything was over before he had time to see clearly.

Consciousness is also interrupted here.

"Whoo~"

After doing all this, Serabel moved her wrist, stepped forward and held the dagger inserted in the opponent's forehead, pushed and pulled it back and forth to ensure that it was 100% shaken, then lifted it a little harder, and made a "pop" sound at the edge of the knife. .

He looked at the leader who fell on the ground, then looked at the dagger in his hand, and shook his head.

"This thing is much better than a pistol."

Crack, crack, crack, crack.

At this moment, applause came from the dark space.

Serabel looked back and saw Belmod.

She had not appeared on the fifth floor since she was told by the former to "just find a place to stay" before the fight started. She only came out after finishing the fight. At this moment, she was standing quietly behind Yukiko, drumming rhythmically. palm.

Not like a hijacking, but better than a hijacking.

"What do you mean?" Serabel's face was expressionless.

"Means nothing."

Belmode gracefully lit a lady's cigarette, and the flame from the lighter illuminated her beautiful face.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, her bright red lips slightly raised.

"Ara, you must have forgotten. All my cooperation before was because you threatened me. Now the situation has reversed... Okay, hand over the walkie-talkie and pistol?"

"Sorry, the walkie-talkie has been smashed and the pistol is out of bullets..."

Serabel played with throwing the dagger up and down.

"But the knife is still there. If you want it, can I throw it to you?"

When he said this, his eyes kept glancing at the blonde beauty, as if the knife would be thrown out as soon as the other party said a word.

Belmod's smoking movement paused for half a second, and suddenly he chuckled.

"I really can't take the joke...Forget it, tonight's operation has been messed up by you anyway, so I think it's almost over here, right?"

"How does it end?" Serabel asked.

"Trust me?"

Belmode asked with a smile and stretched out his hand.

"Give me the walkie-talkie if you believe me."?

Chapter 105 Reliable Sister Bei

Do I believe you or not...

After hearing the conditions put forward by Belmod, Serabel immediately wanted to refute her so harshly.

But as the saying goes, the adult world does not distinguish between right and wrong, only pros and cons.

You would rather die than cooperate with the enemy, even if it is beneficial to oneself in both general and small directions. In the end, the plot of benevolence and heroic defeat can only appear in movies.

And usually the ones who get this kind of script are some of the more important... supporting characters.

What's more, if you really think about it, Serabel's tracking operation was theoretically considered a failure from the moment they were discovered by Belmod. Although they successfully killed an elite team of the opponent through some clever tricks, it was just a trick.

The other teams are not fools. If one team is called over to kill them, they may have encountered an ambush, but if the second team is also called over to kill them, it will explain the problem.

The remaining two teams will inevitably use other ideas, either act together or report abnormal situations directly to the headquarters.

By then, let alone Serabel and Yukiko, even Belmod himself would be in big trouble.

Judging from the lessons learned by Akemi and her sister Miyano Shiho, the winery will never be merciful to any members with rebellious intentions.

In other words, either cooperate or die together.

So the time came half an hour later——

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and on the Queensboro Bridge across Roosevelt Island, which was structured like the Fuyuki Bridge, traffic was still coming and going in an endless stream.

Bright and warm streetlights shine down from overhead, and the light reflected on the moving roofs of the cars converges into strips of light.

Two figures walked side by side on the sidewalk beside the motorway.

It's Serabel and Yukiko.

There were no guns and swords, no silver-haired murderers, and no black organizations chasing after them. Even the equipment previously collected from the members of the winery was not retained.

They just walked on the bridge in a very ordinary way, letting the cars around them come and go. The sea breeze that blew by occasionally brought a bit of salty smell and blew a few strands of hair.

They are like a couple... Well, it's a bit reluctant to say they are a couple, and it would be more appropriate to describe them as siblings.

"Whoo~"

Yukiko, who was walking a little ahead, suddenly raised her arms and stretched her slender waist. Then she switched to one foot on the ground and turned in place with the heel of her left foot as the axis. 180 degrees, from facing away from Serabel to facing forward.

Then she made a very girly move, put her hands behind her back and started walking backwards. She glanced vaguely at the direction they came from and then smiled at Serabel with her usual heartless smile.

"Well, this is considered a big deal. Let Sharon handle the rest!"

"uh-huh."

Serabel responded calmly.

The sound of the wind slightly blurred the voice of the older girl, and also blurred the unnaturalness that she tried so hard to hide.

After all, no matter how brave and heartless you are, you will still be a little scared after encountering something like this.

"Wow~ It's such a long way, I'm so exhausted!"

While complaining loudly, Yukiko turned around and walked forward normally, crossing her stretched hands behind her head in a rather relaxed posture.

"I didn't feel anything when I chased Sera-kun all the way here. Now that I thought about it, I would have brought the car here if I had known it, so that I could drive back and save some energy... Damn it, I really want to go back to the hotel and get into the room. Take a hot bath...hey!"

Before she finished speaking, she let out an unexpected exclamation, and stumbled forward as if her toes accidentally kicked some unpaved slightly raised stone bricks on the ground.

And since Yukiko walked with her hands behind her head, she couldn't even hold herself up on the ground. She was about to recreate the most classic face-stopping scene among cycling enthusiasts.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, a hand stretched out from the side and grabbed her hand forcefully.

"Are you okay?"

Serabel asked with concern.

Uh……

Yukiko blinked and was stunned for half a second, then came back to her senses and realized that she had not really fallen, and then she quickly stood up and smiled.

"It's okay, it's okay. I just sprained my foot suddenly. It's not a big problem. It's not a big problem~"

After saying that, she continued to talk about what she just said about going back to the hotel to take a bath. She added a little more to the tune and hummed it into a ditty, and walked forward while humming.

But the hand held by Serabel did not loosen, but held it tighter.

Cold and a little sweaty.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

It was still an abandoned industrial park area, and several black cars were parked on the roadside on an unobtrusive dead end road near the edge that was not even recorded on the satellite map.