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"This is..." Belmode's pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw that Conan's upper body was covered with various large and small electrodes, and the electrode lines were connected to a transmitter attached to his waist below, and there was even a high-definition recording device installed on the transmitter. The microphone can not only capture the life activities of the user, but can even function as a factual recording.

Such an outrageous and targeted invention must undoubtedly have been funded by Dr. A Li. If it weren't for the fact that Kudo Shoji couldn't sit up and observe carefully at this moment, I'm afraid he would have raised his hands and praised it loudly.

Dr. Ali!Forever God! ! !

Of course, this eternal drop is not only for members of the "red party" such as Kudo Souji and Conan, but also for the black organization of the "black party".

It's just that for the members of the red team, Dr. Ali is equivalent to Iron Man in the Avengers and the "God of Technology".

But for the black members, it is simply death.

Belmode was flustered and flustered at this time. She thought she had escaped from the FBI's tracking range, but she didn't expect to struggle for a long time and still couldn't escape. Instead, she exposed the boss's email address. She subconsciously tried to unplug the data cable connected to the transmitter.

"I advise you not to do this better~" someone said suddenly.

The person who spoke was not Souji Kudo who had been hiding in the trunk, but Conan who was "sleeping".

Facing Belmode's shocked gaze, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Once you unplug it, the signal from my heart will also be interrupted. Just according to the text message you sent to your boss earlier, my companion will find his email address. If it is If it is a landline, it is even easier to find out the address. That is to say, as long as you analyze the English letters and phone numbers you dialed based on the key sounds you just recorded, the police will immediately know the name and address of your boss. It's the same even if I'm killed!"

"..."

"Well~ But even if you caught the real traitor 'Shirley' of your organization this time, I just had to temporarily change the plan because I saw that Teacher Judy was in danger. So, what are you going to do now? Do you want to know that my other 'companion' is still waiting for your answer in the dark?"

Looking at the silent Belmode in the driver's seat, Conan proudly raised his chin.

These two brothers are essentially the same kind of people, they are both ruthless people who can risk their lives for the "justice" in their hearts.

"Heh..." Belmode was silent for a long time and finally sighed quietly, "Okay, I admit that I lost this time, and I will give up Shirley from now on..."

As she spoke, she picked up the mobile phone that she had just put down and handed it to Conan.

"What is this?" Conan was taken aback, and just about to reach out to pick it up, he heard a "beep", and a large amount of pale white gas was immediately released from the antenna of the flip phone.

He was caught off guard and inhaled a little, and suddenly felt dizzy, and was shocked at the moment.

"Hypnosis gas!? You actually used this kind of thing in the car, so wouldn't you also do it?"

Belmode's usual evil smile appeared on his face: "Yes, I just want to take a gamble. If you wake up first, you will immediately call the police and arrest me, and find my boss together with the police." Address, if I wake up first...you know what will happen?"

In fact, Conan only heard the first half of the sentence. He couldn't resist the drowsiness that surged up in the middle of Belmode's speech, and fell asleep again with his head tilted.

And Belmode herself was not much better. At this time, every corner of the car was flooded with high-concentration hypnotic gas, and she could barely support herself with the severe pain of broken bones. He couldn't help but lick his head on the steering wheel.

However, the moment she fell down, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure in the rearview mirror who looked like a Kamen Rider. He sat up straight from the carp in the trunk, and stretched his arms outstretched by the way. , and then kicked the car door and bounced off.

At the moment before his consciousness completely fell into darkness, Belmode seemed to hear something still singing in the other party's mouth.

It seems that... the king asked me to patrol the mountain~

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PS1: Farke, I thought I could finish this two chapters with 6000 words, but I ended up writing almost [-] words abruptly. It is okay to add more implicitly

PS2: Come on, let us give a round of applause for Zong Sijiang's success in being a godmother!Clap clap clap clap! ! ! ! !

PS3: According to my mother, the pile I am standing on is called the Hunyuan Yiqi pile. It seems to be compatible with their Tai Chi in the square, but I am too lazy to learn Tai Chi, so I just stand on the pile, but the effect is really good , I used to have severe frozen shoulder, but now it doesn't hurt at all.

Chapter 266Chapter 260 Sticking ducks with sister Bei!

The Nano Armor is a super equipment that claims to be made with the wisdom of all Rainbow Squad members. In the past, Souji Kudo always expressed disapproval of this statement, but now it is not an exaggeration. At least smoke was indeed created when the armor was designed. part of the force.

... This thing actually has its own internal air circulation system, which can completely isolate the hypnotic gas released by Belmode indiscriminately in the car.

As the only person in the car who was still awake, Souji Kudo had no choice but to take the initiative to assume the responsibility of the porter.

He jumped out of the trunk at the rear of the car, ran to the front of the car and opened the driver's door, releasing Belmode from the restraint of the seat belt.

For the sake of safety, he specially removed all the weapons on the opponent's body, searched back and forth no less than three times from head to toe, and did not rest assured until he confirmed that there was no other place to hide the weapon on Belmod's body.

After that, it was the happy bone touching session. Although this woman was able to grit her teeth and endure the severe pain of broken bones along the way, and even had the mood to take care of her other "godson" a little bit, it did not mean that she The injury is optimistic.

The bullet fired by Akai Shuichi through the marksman rifle penetrated through three layers of obstacles and hit Belmode's bulletproof vest. The power has been reduced but it is still not a burden that the human body can easily bear. Even if the ribs keep falling off, the physical strength is at least at the fracture level.

In addition, a rib injury is a very dangerous thing. If it is really broken, if it is not handled properly, it may really be inserted into the internal organs and die.

Mr. Kudo thought that he did not hesitate to sell his elder brother with such great efforts, of course not to drag a corpse home, so after a little thought, he took advantage of no one around to move him out of the car, repeatedly. In addition, he stripped Belmode's upper body clothes clean.

So big... Souji Kudo thought to himself.

But it’s not about the bigness of anything else.

With the pure white moonlight falling over the head in the woods, on Belmod's beautiful back that is smooth and clean enough to fascinate thousands of men, an extremely swollen big bag is quietly bulging on the left shoulder blade The lower position is faintly glowing under the moonlight due to excessive blood congestion.

Good guy, the calculation is really accurate, if it is a few centimeters lower, the heart will be stopped, right?

Souji Kudo couldn't help clicking his tongue slightly.

While still expressing amazement at the sniper skills of a certain FBI ace operator, his fingers have been falling on Belmod's body non-stop and starting to wander... I mean near the injured part.

During this period, Souji Kudo's attention was always focused on the touch from his fingertips and Belmode's face, always paying attention to the feedback from both sides.

And when his fingertips brushed over the center of the big bag, Belmode, who had already fallen into a coma, showed an uncontrollable look of pain on his beautiful face, accompanied by a slight muffled groan in the woods. .

"Uh um..."

It seems that it should be here... Souji Kudo concluded secretly in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, he was seen taking out a silencer pistol from his waist, and without a word, shot Biubiu twice at the uninjured part of Belmod's body.

Two gorgeous blood flowers bloomed on the beauty in an instant.

Of course he didn't really shoot Belmode twice... The first six rounds in the magazine of this pistol were Frigga anesthesia rounds, and the last four rounds were real rounds.

Under normal circumstances, people who are hit by Frigga's anesthesia bomb will be in a coma for about 10 to [-] minutes before gradually waking up, and the coma time will be slightly different according to each person's constitution.

Souji Kudo also made this decision to prevent Belmode from waking up suddenly during the inspection of his injuries. After all, there is a saying that men and women can't understand each other, and the other party is his mother's friend anyway. He checked the injury and suddenly woke up in the middle of the check...the situation might be more embarrassing.

Sure enough, Belmode calmed down immediately after being hit by two anesthesia bombs. When he passed the wound again, let alone grunting, he didn't even frown, as if he had fallen asleep to the point of passing out. look.

Plan pass√

After confirming that the other party would not suddenly wake up halfway, Kudo Souji finally felt relieved.

However, just before he was about to let go, he suddenly realized another serious problem.

What if Conan in the car suddenly woke up when he was halfway through Belmode's inspection?

How about giving my brother two shots?

Looking up at Conan, who was sleeping soundly on the co-pilot with his head down, Souji Kudo hesitated for a moment, then pointed his gun at him without saying a word...biubiu!

……

……

I don't know how long it has passed before Conan wakes up from his drowsiness.

He felt as if his head weighed a thousand catties, so heavy that he was dying.

When he slowly opened his eyes, he found that he was still in the car, and the car was still driving, which made him startled, and hurriedly closed his eyes again and pretended to be asleep.

Could it be that? !

"Hey, what are you doing? You woke up when you woke up, and what are you doing with your eyes closed? Do you want me to set off fireworks to celebrate the victory of our great god of death, Conan?" The voice suddenly sounded from beside him, and Conan, who almost thought he was going to be taken back and stabbed by the organization in black, widened his eyes in surprise.

"why you?"

Conan opened his mouth and looked at Souji Kudo, who was sitting in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with his right hand and leaning on the window with his left arm, pointing at his chin.

"And don't you know how to drive?"

"God damn it, I don't know how to drive." President Kudo rolled his eyes, "I just don't have a driver's license in Japan, and it will be very troublesome if I get stopped by the traffic police. It has nothing to do with my driving skills, okay? If necessary, I can even drive you to perform a car of death on the Middle East battlefield."

Okay, okay, that's what you say.

Conan twitched the corner of his mouth, and suddenly realized something magical: "Wait, isn't the car you're driving now..."

"The one from Belmode~" Mr. Kudo took it for granted, "Don't worry, I can think of anything you can think of. Now we are in the suburbs of Tokyo. I have processed the license plate number in a special way." Don't worry about being pulled over... as long as we don't get caught up by police cars."

"Oh..." Conan nodded half-understanding, and suddenly realized, "Where's Belmode!?"

"Behind."

"Um?!"

He quickly looked back from the co-pilot, only to see that Belmode, who was supposed to be sitting in the driver's seat, was lying flat on the back seat of the car. The truth is a bit shocking.

"You killed her!?" Conan asked loudly in surprise.

"You're talking fart." Souji Kudo glanced at him contemptuously, switched the steering wheel from his right hand to his left hand, pulled out a pistol from his waist with his right hand, unloaded the magazine with one hand, shook it in front of Conan, and then She took it back, "See, Frigga's anesthesia bomb, do you understand the anesthesia bomb?"

"Ha... so it's an anesthesia bomb, I told you earlier." Conan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously touched his forehead.

——but touched a wet red hand.

- Very familiar.

——I seem to have seen it somewhere.

——and it seems that just now.

"Could you please tell me what's going on?" Conan put his hand full of bright red in front of Souji Kudo with a dark face.

Souji Kudo turned his head calmly.

"Go... fire..."

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Come, come and recommend a book "My Daughter Mordred" by friends in the hot pot city

PS1: ohhhhhhhh Book Huangpu!Sister Nancy, I love you! ! !

PS2: I can’t teach stance, because I have only started practicing for more than two months, and I can only say that it is really effective. As for the formula, there is a standard "neck neck, shoulders and elbows, loose waist Drop the hips and keep the dantian"

Chapter 267 Chapter 261

Belmode didn't know how long she had been in a coma, but when her consciousness surfaced again, what touched her visual nerves through her eyelids was no longer the boundless darkness, but a warm and gentle light like a spring in March. Sunlight.

She could even hear sparrows crowing on the branches outside the window, and the gentle breeze blowing the curtains across the room, as if a faint fragrance lingered on her nose.

Where am I?

How long have I been in a coma?

These two terrible questions could not be restrained in Belmode's mind.

Thanks to her incomparably cautious personality that has been created by being in the shadows all year round, although her consciousness has awakened from a long dormancy, she has not shown any signs of awakening, but continues to maintain a coma state. Makes people think she hasn't woken up yet.

She could feel a strange soft touch from under her body, her limbs and torso seemed to be covered by a thin layer of fabric, and her head was obviously padded.

It looks like I'm lying on the bed right now?

Just the soft sunlight shining through her eyelids was enough for her to judge that she was not rescued by her companions. For these devils who act in the dark, the sunshine that everyone loves is no different from a strong poison. Let them stay in the sunshine. There is no difference between digging a groundhog out of the ground and exposing it to the sun... In other words, she should have fallen into the hands of the enemy at this moment.

Could it be the FBI?

Belmode couldn't help being a little surprised. She thought to herself, when did the FBI treat prisoners of criminal organizations so well? Not only did they let her sleep peacefully, they even gave her a big bed with a soft mattress?

And there is an obvious sense of constriction on her chest. Visually, it should be a medical product such as a bandage. After all, she was shot by Hideyoshi Akai before. Although the bullet did not directly hurt her body, it also Let her bones suffer some damage.

So caring?

At this moment, Belmode could not help but waver, and all signs were enough for her to veto the conjecture that she had been arrested by the FBI.

First of all, the FBI may give her treatment, but it will definitely not let her get a good rest, because when a person is injured and tired, his mind is the loosest and the easiest to break. Those guys from the FBI will definitely not He will miss this good opportunity, even if she dies suddenly due to excessive fatigue, he must wake her up and pry out the information about the organization from her mouth.

The second is the big bed under her body... She just used her fingers to rub the bed sheet under the cover of the quilt, and found that it was still silky? ? ?

It doesn't feel like being in the FBI's base at all, but more like being in the boudoir of a young lady who is full of hearts...

Thinking of this, Belmode couldn't help but see the face of one of his fellow apprentices in his mind. Although the other party had already passed the age and became a mother, in terms of personality, he still had the same mischief as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.