No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

"Da da da."

Suzuki Takahashi is tall, and his footsteps are heavier.

In the silent night, the group of friends who are like pictures is quite attractive.

The sniper is not a vegetarian either, so he responded immediately.

He drew his gun and looked back, wanting to shoot at close range.

However, he saw that Suzuki Qiaoqiao had deceived himself within three meters in an instant.

"Canteen Spicy Sauce!"

The voice fell, and the flow of time slowed down.

Before pulling the trigger, the Platinum Star suddenly appeared, standing in front of the sniper.

It clenched its fists, as if riveted.

The big fist of the sandbag directly greeted the enemy's face:

"Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

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Chapter 301 The style of that shot

In front of the Platinum Star, snipers have no resistance.

The barrel of the gun that had just been lifted was directly hammered into a twist by the iron fist.

It has very high accuracy during time pauses.

While beating the enemy, he did not forget to grab the opponent's arm with one hand.

So as not to blast out random fists, beat people out, and attract the attention of other ambush soldiers.

Thin, too thin.

As the flow of time recovered, the sniper flew out directly.

His brain was blank, and his whole body was like being run over by a road roller.

"boom!"

The sniper fell hard on the rooftop and fainted in pain.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao picked up the walkie-talkie in the dark and listened carefully.

He was wearing gloves so he didn't have to worry about leaving fingerprints.

On the other end of the walkie-talkie, it was eerily quiet.

Apart from the occasional rustling of electricity, there was no response.

"Da, da da, da da."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao frowned slightly when he heard the rhythmic percussion.

Morse code?

The problem is, he didn't learn this at all.

Even if he guessed it was Morse code, he didn't know what the other party meant.

After the knocking ended, Suzuki Qiaoqiao directly hung up the communication.

If you can't read it, don't read it.

The sniper fell to the ground, unconscious.

He groped for the deformed barrel and manually removed the high-powered telescope.

Under the cover of night, Suzuki Joe Bridge looked around beside the railing.

A figure that should not have appeared here came into view.

Gin, why is he here?

……

"Da da da."

Vodka came to the door of the storage room and stopped.

With the light of his flashlight, he swept back:

"Hey, Itakura, come out."

The rows of cabinets were as silent as ever, without any response.

Vodka glanced down at the watch and snorted coldly:

"Tsk, it's almost four o'clock, hasn't this fellow Itakura arrived yet?"

He stood there and waited for a moment, feeling bored.

He took out the cigarette from his arms, took out the lighter and clicked it on.

The light of the fire reflected on his face with the national character, looking extremely simple and honest.

Vodka looked up slightly as the line of sight widened.

He soon discovered that a check had been inserted into the gap of the agreed cabinet.

He took a few steps forward, took it down, and flipped it back and forth in his hand, confirming that it was the one for Itakura Taku.

Then, Vodka opened the unlocked cabinet.

A boxy magnetic sheet, lying quietly inside.

As expected, this should be the system software developed by Itakura Taku.

"Hmph, that coward, not only did he not dare to deal in person, but he also left the check here."

Vodka tried to remove the disk, only to find it was held in place by stickers.

It was not convenient for him to wear gloves, so he had to take them off and button them with his fingers.

"Crack."

Suddenly, a hard object pressed against the back of Vodka's head.

He quickly realized that it was a firearm and broke out in a cold sweat.

The voice of gin sounded behind him, like flying snow on a winter night:

"What do you want to do?"

Conan, who was hiding in the last row, glared at him.

He was so familiar with this voice!

It's because Jinjiu doesn't talk about martial arts, and sneak attacks from behind.

Afterwards, he was fed APTX4869, and he ended up in the field he is today.

Vodka did not expect the gin to come, and the voice trembled:

"Big... big brother."

Long golden hair, covering half of Gin's eyes:

"Isn't the trading time at 12 o'clock tomorrow morning?"

Feeling the muzzle move away, Vodka turned around and explained:

"That guy in Itakura said that he had to have heart surgery tomorrow, and it was inconvenient to come here, so he temporarily changed the time."

"Oh?"

The pistol that Gin had put down was raised again and pressed against Vodka's neck:

"He had to communicate via email just to change the time at any time like that."

"No no no, big brother, listen to my explanation."

Vodka was flustered, and cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead:

"Itakura Taku went to his villa in Gunma to receive letters, but the wind and snow broke the telephone pole. He couldn't turn on the computer, so we used the phone to communicate. Brother, the time and place are set by me. Yes. He came from Gunma and didn't have time to make small moves. Of course, he might have guessed that we would kill people. But we have successfully got the software now, and his heart is not very good. Even if we leave him alone, It won't be long before Takuya Itakura will die."

Gin kept a considerable amount of alertness, and after picking up the magnetic disk, he looked at the vodka:

"Do you know why he gave us the software in the form of diskettes?"

Vodka looked confused and shook his head.

"You're wearing gloves, it's not convenient to tear off the sticker, and he did it to take your fingerprints."

Having said that, Gin squatted down and picked up the cigarette butt that fell to the ground:

"You won't be able to see him here, and you'll definitely be able to stop smoking after waiting for a long time. He only needs to collect the saliva from the cigarette butt and test it to know what blood type you are."

Vodka despised Itakura Taku from the bottom of his heart, and didn't think much of it at all.

He buried his head, not daring to refute a word in the face of the reprimand.

Big brother usually speaks very little, but today is really rare.

Gin picked up the cigarette butt and stuffed it into the vodka's mouth.

After checking the disk, he seemed surprised:

"Oh, I didn't expect them to want to find our stronghold."

"what?"

"Look, there's a dispenser on the inside of the box, this guy is really cunning."

When these words fell in Vodka's ears, there was a sense of guilt:

"Damn, this fellow Itakura doesn't want to live anymore!"

"You're wrong, he didn't do it."

Gin tore the transmitter off, threw it on the ground, and smashed it with his leather shoes: