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A subtle sound came from the top of the head inexplicably, and Glaz, who had been lying on the platform aiming at the terrorists below, subconsciously looked up.

Among the four, his task is the easiest. He doesn't need to face the terrorists directly or climb up and down with others, he just needs to lie on his stomach peacefully.

If it wasn't for the sake of ensuring a clear mind and the ability to keep up with the reaction speed at all times, he could have laid down here with a gun on his back, and then hung a bottle of vodka next to him and sipped slowly with a straw.

Although it is far less refreshing than a big drink, it cannot be denied that it has a special flavor!

Then, the old Russian man with a scar on his right eye saw the sunroof above his head being slowly opened from the outside. In the bright and somewhat dazzling sky, two figures descended from the sky, and at the same time they fell down, the sunroof was opened. Close again, the whole process does not take more than a second.

"Hi!" Mr. Kudo waved his hand forcefully and greeted him in a low voice as soon as he landed.

Glaz looked at the cub with "my dear old chap, it's a pleasure to see you again" written all over his face, then glanced hesitantly at the other side who just jumped off the skylight together The beautiful big-breasted girl in a suit trembled her lips a few times before finally making a sound.

"Are you already so promiscuous now that you don't even forget to pick up girls when fighting terrorism?"

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PS: It suddenly occurred to me that I have so many color maps of Color Six, why didn't I use the color maps as the cover?

PS2: FF15 is so fun, it made me find the feeling of playing Neil back then.

Chapter 171 Chapter 167

"Have you already become like this now, you don't even forget to pick up girls when fighting terrorism?"

This old Maozi from Haishengwei, Russia stared blankly at Souji Kudo who fell from the sky, and his face with Russian-style Chinese characters with a bushy beard was full of bewilderment.

Although he already knew that the guy in front of him was never a serious person, but at any rate, he was quite serious when performing tasks before, and most of the time he put the completion of the task first.

But have you gone too far now? You have to bring a girl by your side even for anti-terrorism, and she is a beautiful girl with such a beastly figure.

Damn... so envious!

Of course, Glaz just thought about it in his heart. If he really said it, it would be too embarrassing, as if he had never seen a woman in his life.

Besides, there are not many beautiful women in the Rainbow Squad, but most of them are not young anymore, and some of them already have families and children, such as a super punctual Polish wife... But the most important point is that every one of them Everyone is very good!can!hit!

And it's special!do not!special!do not!of!can!hit!

"What about picking up girls? I don't think about counter-terrorism every day." Mr. Kudo squatted beside him in a standard Slavic squat, and patted Lao Maozi's shoulder nonchalantly, "Don't talk about it, it's useless Come on, hurry up and give me a handy guy, this is the only pistol I have now."

"My dear Davarish, it's fine if you take your sister on missions, why don't you even bring a gun?" Glaz looked at him strangely.

"Nonsense, you expect me to bring an automatic rifle on board the airship? How?"

"But isn't this the private airship of your girlfriend's house, although it is indeed...a little bigger?"

"What kind of girlfriend, that's called a female friend!"

Director Kudo gasped, it was the first time he discovered that this old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes had such a talent for sowing discord.

No, one second he was saying that he never forgets to pick up girls in anti-terrorism, and the next second he started to mess up the mandarin ducks, and almost wrote "Sister, run, this dog is more like a tentacle monster" as a sign and held it up .

Are you still a person?

Can you be an individual?

"Oh~ so that's the case, no wonder no wonder~" Chiko Kuroba rubbed his chin with a thoughtful expression, "No wonder that old fellow Suzuki Jirokichi would trust you to keep the ring, so you and that young lady are the same Family."

As she spoke, her expression gradually became gossipy: "Could it be that the old man Suzuki gave you the ring on the surface for you to keep, but his real intention is to give you the ring as a dowry?"

"No, according to your logic, it should be yours." Mr. Kudo squinted at her, "After all, the 'Miss Qianjin' you mentioned is your ultimate fan girl, if I Give you this ring, and you can legally post with your number one fan, and no one will call you a fan."

The strange thief girl was startled: "No way?"

"Post it, post it, you can post it!" Glaz fanned the flames wildly, looking like he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

"Giving back to the fans, this is still very necessary." Kudo Souji's smile gradually became wicked, "But I can't guarantee that when she sees your pair of nipples that are almost bigger than her head, will she be born by love? I hate you, brandished a hatchet and hacked you to death on the spot, then put your head in a bag and took it home to make a specimen."

"Is it so scary!?" Miss Phantom Thief trembled suddenly, apparently thinking of something bad, she was probably a hero who had watched "FXXK AT SCHOOL".

"Everyone, let's get down to business, shouldn't we get down to business?" Seeing that the two of them had a vague tendency to chat more and more in front of the terrorists, Glaz couldn't help but reminded when he recovered.

With their level, it is no problem to hold a gun for five or six hours at a stretch, but there is no guarantee that the terrorists will jump the wall in a hurry!

In case the terrorists were overly nervous and their hands trembled and those Japanese children who were trying to die collapsed, even if the mission was successfully completed and the enemies were all wiped out, they would hardly guarantee that they would be punished for "civilian casualties".

...that would be shit.

"Hmm~" Souji Kudo, who stopped chatting, pondered for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he touched the telescope next to Glaz, looked down through the telescope, and clicked his tongue lightly.

Sure enough, as he expected, although it is not the worst situation, it can be regarded as a relatively bad situation.

——Mitsuhiko Motota Ayumi Those three little guys were really taken hostage by terrorists.

Moreover, this distance is also relatively limited. He can't guarantee 100% that the pistol will be able to accurately hit the terrorist's head and kill him.

He needed to get closer to the terrorists, but if he climbed straight down here he would be seen and would upset the balance that Finka and the others were trying to maintain below.

In other words, it is definitely impossible to go straight down.

Souji Kudo thought for a while, leaned closer to Glaz's ear, turned on the radio communication in the latter's ear and said, "It's me, listen to me, I've cleaned up all the ghosts that the enemy planted in the airship, now you continue Keep it as it is, I will find a way to get closer to the target, and wait for my signal to be ready to do it, understand?"

His voice was transmitted to the ears of Finka and others below through the radio.

All three of them froze slightly, did not make any answer, still maintained the previous state, continued drinking and chatting and pretended nothing happened.

"What happened to the deadly bacteria in the airship?" Finka's slightly relaxed voice came from the earphones.

She said this in standard Russian. In front of the terrorists, she pretended to be chatting with her companions.

But Glaz understood immediately, and accurately translated Finka's meaning into Japanese and conveyed it to Souji Kudo.

"Don't worry about viruses. The so-called murderous bacteria are actually deceiving people. They just use raw lacquer to pretend to be bacteria." Kudo said in a low voice on the radio, "These terrorists are just a bunch of poor ghosts. You can’t even afford sealing equipment.”

As soon as he said this, he heard a few relieved voices coming from the wireless power at the same time.

He went on to say: "Now our remaining task is to rescue these bear children from the terrorists, but if I come down directly, it will be easy to be found, so I will wait from the side Appear in... a more unexpected way, and you are always on standby."

"Oh yes, one more thing."

"Smoke, have some flirty talk."

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PS: Cailiu Saohuawang is online!

Chapter 172C168 The God of Gamblers is here!

"Let's talk about Smoke, but don't go too far, just a little to attract the attention of the enemy. Later, I will suddenly appear from the side and drop one on the opposite side. You are always ready, the gunshot is the signal, no problem, right? " Kudo Souji commanded on the radio.

"Copy!" Three loud and powerful voices responded immediately.

By this time, there was no need for them to continue to conceal their purpose.

Previously, the reason for stalling was to wait for Kudo Sousuke to arrive, but now that everyone has arrived and the plan has been made, all that remains is to give the enemy a thunderous blow.

Noticing that the three people confronting him seemed to have received some orders suddenly, the leader of the terrorist immediately became vigilant, and the muscles in the arm holding the gun were slightly tensed. Said: "Don't move around, or I will shoot this brat's head off right now!"

Yuan Tai was so frightened that she shuddered on the spot, straightened her back in an instant, almost rolled her eyes and passed out immediately, and the cold sweat oozing from her scalp slightly wetted the muzzle of the gun.

"Then you just shoot~" Smoke had already fully entered the state.

I saw that this old gentleman from London, England had fastened his gas mask again, and the voice came from under the gas mask in a muffled voice, which was quite magnetic... and angry.

"I bet you don't dare, if the hostage dies, we may be punished, but you will definitely lose your life." He reached out and patted Fuze on the shoulder next to him, "Hey man, tell them you blow up all their heads alone how much time is required?"

His ups and downs, ups and downs, and slightly humorous words are his trademarks. As one of the main defensive operators of Rainbow Squad, it is said that this can effectively relieve the tension of the protected target and make the mission atmosphere more relaxed. joy.

"Not for half a second." Fuze replied briefly.

He spoke English, but with a strong Russian flavor, and his voice was unexpectedly youthful.

The terrorists all tensed up in unison.

What is the concept of half a second?

With their military literacy, even if they raised their guns to attack the enemy under the condition of prior communication, the process from raising the guns to firing the guns would take about half a second.

In other words, if they really shot the hostages to death, they would have their heads blown off and died on the spot the moment they killed the hostages, and they would not even have a chance to fire back a second shot.

"Look, I've already said that you have no chance of winning." The British gentleman shrugged and said with his standard British accent, "If I were you, I would probably have thrown away my weapons and given up resistance by now, at least this can guarantee my life. Safety."

"However, someone once said that money is precious and love is more expensive. If it is for freedom, both can be thrown away. I can understand that you are terrorists for money, but the saddest thing for people is that money is still there after death. , in order to be able to continue living and squandering money, maybe you should consider losing your little bit of dignity."

Speaking of which, Smoke pointed to the young detective team who were taken as hostages with their hands tied behind their backs and continued: "For example, you can use these three little guys as a cover, then crawl on the ground like a bastard and slowly crawl to the other end of this corridor. Then escape through the door over there, how about it, is my suggestion valuable for reference?"

"..."

The terrorists fell silent, and had to admit that the suggestion made by this talkative British guy was indeed very convincing.

It is true that they become terrorists for money, and it is not a big problem to say that they work for money.

But the premise is that you can't sell all your life, you have to keep a little bit.

Otherwise, it would be too tragic to have no quota for yourself when you have worked hard and sold your life in the end to share the spoils.

Since the boss hasn't spoken yet, it's absolutely impossible for them to make any claims until the last moment, otherwise they won't be able to share the spoils in the end, or they might even be blackmailed by their teammates.

It's also good that Smoke doesn't know mind reading skills, and he hasn't studied how to observe the micro-expressions on the other person's face through the mask, otherwise he will now lament loudly that the boat of friendship is really capsized.

This gentleman from London, UK, has lost his gentlemanly demeanor since he met a Japanese high school student who dropped out of junior high school and turned to counter-terrorism. smell.

Hit them where they hurt!

On the platform above, Souji Kudo was almost ready for battle. He loaded the SMG-11 left by Smoke with full bullets, looking like he was always ready to charge.

Glaz, who was lying on the side with a gun, looked at him, puzzled and asked: "So how do you plan to appear next to them now, is it possible that you can fly? Fly over?"

"That's right, it's going to fly over."

Director Kudo showed him a straightforward smile, then turned around and reached out to Miss Phantom Thief, who was still wandering in the sky, and said, "Claw, let me use it, thank you."

Miss Phantom Thief was taken aback by him, and said in surprise, "Don't you know how to use it?"

"You'll be fine after reading it once." Someone urged, "Hurry up, lend me some, and I'll return it to you as soon as you're done."

"Are... are you sure you know how to use it?" Kuroba Chiko took out the rope gun from his pocket and hesitated suspiciously.

"Yes, yes~" Souji Kudo perfunctorily took it from her hand, and the plastic texture seemed to still have a little girl's body temperature.

Hmm...maybe there is body odor too.

Or save it for the next chance to smell it.

"Hey, hey, then you have to press Sima Guang with one hand like this? Are you really a man?" Glaz looked at him with a strange expression.

I have to say that the gun Sima Guang 11 is indeed a sharp gun, with a rate of fire of nearly [-] rounds per minute, and the damage it causes to the enemy at a certain distance is almost devastating.

But... the premise is that the gun must be held down, otherwise the rising range of the muzzle can turn the user upside down in a second.

"Big man! Cute big tits!"

Souji Kudo bared his teeth and gave a sunny smile, giving a firm thumbs up. The light reflected from the white teeth made Glaz faintly have the urge to cover his face.

The old man said in his heart that you are also Konoha's proud blue beast?

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the other party press the center of his chest twice in succession.

Immediately afterwards, an inverted triangle blue light full of technological texture suddenly lit up, and the light shone through the thin short sleeves, illuminating the old Maozi's shocked face with Chinese characters.

He saw countless translucent nano-robots gathered at the tip of Souji Kudo's right finger like the sea water on the beach, and then began to spread up inch by inch, covering the fingertips to the knuckles, and then to the back of the wrist, Just like when Iron Man fought Ebony Maw in Avengers, a nano-armor covering the entire right hand was formed in less than two seconds.

"My gosh, this is so cool, Brett," Glaz murmured.

"Then, I'm going!" Souji Kudo jumped onto the fence of the platform, raised the rope gun in his hand and fired it, and at the same time, he jumped down.

The hook claws of the fired rope gun accurately hooked the high stainless steel bracket protrusions, and the rope connecting the hook claws and the rope gun was suddenly straightened, and was driven forward by the inertia of the falling weight swing away.

Two seconds later, an unrestrained voice sounded in the huge airship.

"God of Gamblers Chow Yun-fat's true successor is here!"

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