I play color 6 in rice flower town

PS: I had a nightmare last night. I dreamed that I would double-open codewords, and then I found that I couldn’t finish writing. I almost thought about the plot and thought that my head would burst. Just when I was about to post a single chapter and said that I would touch it for a day and make it up tomorrow, hehe , I woke up from the dream, and found that I didn't have dual-opening, and I didn't need to code four chapters a day, happy~

PS2: Hey~ The new cover has been reviewed, Auntie IQ is so healthy

Chapter 173 Chapter 169

The terrorists here were still tensely confronting Rainbow Squad, when they suddenly heard a loud shout coming from the side, they couldn't help but subconsciously raised their heads in surprise.

They saw an unidentified creature whose painting style was a combination of Tarzan the Ape, Counter-Strike, Iron Man, and Japanese high school students and other magical elements, grabbing a rope in one hand and swooping towards them from the side.

Damn, what the hell is this! ?

The same thought flashed through everyone's mind at this moment, including the three Rainbow Squad operators who were confronting the red Siamese cat.

It’s just that due to long hours of work, after being (forced) to get used to someone’s weird style of painting, the time it takes for the operators of Rainbow Squad to react is much shorter than that of terrorists. Souji Kudo had already reacted when he shouted loudly, and immediately pulled the trigger that had been waiting for a long time.

A sword came east... oh no, it was a 7.62mm bullet that was fired first, stood out from the flames spouted by the muzzle, and was precisely embedded in a terrorist's skull after passing through the gap formed by the intertwined steel bars.

In an instant, blood flowers bloomed and white pulp flew.

It was like a silver bottle was broken and water was poured out, and the powerful rifle bullet was like an irresistible hammer, which easily smashed the man's head open.

Half of the skull flew out with the spewing plasma, flew far out of the aisle before the terrorist fell to the ground, and fell towards the dark place.

At the same time, the rest of the people also opened fire, including the cos Ape Tarzan and Iron Man's Kudo Souji.

Everyone's movements were so uniform, as if they had been discussed in advance, and they pulled the trigger at the same time as Glaz fired.

Five gunshots from different guns merged into one, just like a shooting team practicing target shooting, they fired in unison under the order of the instructor.

But at this time, they didn't have any so-called instructors to direct the fire. They relied entirely on the tacit understanding between the teams and their absolutely rapid response ability.

The three bear children who were held as hostages heard the gunshot, and were suddenly frightened and subconsciously tightened their bodies, and then suddenly felt a loosening of their shoulders, thinking that the terrorists who held them suddenly realized their conscience. , felt that it was inappropriate to treat the future flowers of the motherland like this and decided to let them go.

Then I turned around and was about to say a few words of begging for mercy... but I saw five bloody heads with only half pieces left, without the part above the jaw, only the exposed tongue was still shaking tremblingly in the air .

Immediately, the three brats screamed strangely in fright, rolled their eyes and passed out on the spot.

One thing to say, one thing is true, such a bloody and curious scene is still too early for them.

As far as their elementary school age is concerned, their impression of maintaining world peace is only limited to the protagonist of Kamen Rider who will definitely win, and can gracefully and calmly punish the villain without fighting.

Little do they know that real peace has always been bought with iron and blood, and every collision between peacekeepers and terrorists is accompanied by bloodshed and sacrifice.

Either the enemy dies, or the enemy dies.

Of course, the term "soldiers without swords and blood" here does not refer to victory without a battle, but a purely literal meaning, without blood.

After all, Kamen Rider is generally something for all ages. It is almost enough to use transformation special effects and some cool transformation movements. It is not good if it is too bloody.

But that's good too, at least after going through this series of ups and downs, these little guys should not run away to dangerous places again... probably.

... After being successfully pretended to be a big success, Kudo Souji, who was hanging in mid-air by a rope gun and didn't know how to close it but didn't want to be discovered, thought as usual.

On the other side of the suspended walkway, Finka put down the automatic rifle in his hand and hung it on his chest, stretched, and sighed while stretching his body: "Ah~ it's finally over, really, such a simple task is actually done. It's such a hassle."

"Indeed." Fuze remained expressionless, as silent and reticent as ever.

However, it can be heard from his tone that he doesn't have much affection for these brats who ran around playing adventure games and were taken hostage in the end.

"I think their parents should really take care of them." The British gentleman hid his beaming expression under the gas mask, but clearly expressed it to everyone present through his ups and downs.

Oh, there is a sense of picture.

"By the way, where's the Kudo man?" It was Glaz who first thought of someone who jumped down and killed the terrorist and never heard from him again.

According to the usual practice, shouldn't this guy have already started to sneer at the fallen terrorists, and forcefully explain how reliable his seemingly extremely risky operation was?

Hey brother, start your traditional arts quickly, don't stop, this doesn't fit your personality at all.

"I'm... here~here~"

As soon as Glaz finished speaking, he heard someone whispering in the darkness below.

Everyone poked their heads out from their own standpoints to look down, and saw a guy who called himself "the true successor of the God of Gamblers Chow Yun-fat" hanging on a rope at this time, with his right hand blowing underneath. Holding a Sima Guang 11, holding a rope gun firmly in his left hand, swinging alone in mid-air.

"Help me, pls." Someone said blankly.

Maomei was the first to turn around and bend down, and then let out a slight "puchi".

The suppressed laughter was like an infectious disease, quickly spreading among several people. Even Fuze, who has always been silent and reserved, couldn't help shaking his shoulders slightly after seeing this scene. It was obvious that he was holding back his laughter. It's really hard to hold back.

After seeing this scene through his scope, Glaz, who was crawling on the small platform, expressed that he would draw this scene perfectly as his next painting, and then hang it in his bedroom as a classic. The door is directly opposite, so that anyone who enters his room will see the work for the first time.

"This idiot..." Miss Phantom Thief couldn't help but hold her forehead slightly, "Pull the trigger one more time and it's closed!"

"Oh."

Souji Kudo was kind, and after a while, with the sound of the rope being pulled together, his figure appeared on the steel frame above, at the same level as Glaz, and Finka and others were located below him.

He glanced at the five headless corpses that fell on the ground, and suddenly felt a bit of a headache. He clicked his tongue and said, "How do you plan to let the Japanese police explain this action???"

"Just do as usual~" Maomei disagreed.

"That's the only way to go." Kudo Souji nodded with difficulty.

A British guy and three Maozi pretending to be Japanese police... This is outrageous.

PS: I found Zhang Haokang's more recognizable one, let's change this one to the cover tomorrow.

Chapter 174 Chapter 170 Wake up, the anti-terrorism is over

All terrorists were wiped out.

The hostage rescue was successful.

A bioterror attack proved to be a rumor.

——In every sense, this is a fucking perfect anti-terrorism operation.

The only ones who suffered more were the few brats who ran around and talked about their adventures, but were intercepted and taken hostage by terrorists halfway.

They were fortunate enough to witness the bloodiest scene they had ever seen in their lives.

After all, for the sake of children's physical and mental health, what they have access to at their current age are basically film and television works and games for all ages, and generally speaking, they do not contain bloody and violent elements.

But this is also good, at least it will allow them to be honest and peaceful for a while, and do some things that they should do at their age, instead of doing adventures like the Little Tigers in the name of the Boy Detective Team all day long.

Besides, the Little Tigers have at least their own strengths, and they have their own strengths in reasoning, invention, and sports.

Once your young detective team leaves Conan... Well, to put it bluntly, except for Ayumi who can barely read Tang Seng's magic spell, the remaining two are the white dragon horses who can't be turned into dragons by Buddha himself.

Abbreviation, food delivery.

In the airship restaurant, the atmosphere was a little silent. The Nakamori Police Department was still discussing with Suzuki Jirokichi about the terrorists on the airship.

Once the news that the bacteria was fake was confirmed, they reported it to the Osaka Metropolitan Police Department, urgently stopped the evacuation of the people, and repeatedly broadcast the latest news on the advertising screens of major shopping malls in the city to appease the restless people.

This good news undoubtedly brought a sigh of relief to the Osaka Metropolitan Police Department.

Judging from the news that the police officer who answered the phone intentionally or unintentionally disclosed on the phone, it seems that the high-speed rail in Osaka has experienced several crashes before that. The entire high-speed rail station will be overwhelmed.

All in all, the rest is just waiting for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department to quickly send people to support it.

There is no need to count on the Osaka Metropolitan Police Department, they are already too busy.

In the entire Metropolitan Police Department, except for a few female police officers who stayed at the headquarters to answer the phone, even Hattori Heiji's father, the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters Hattori Heizo, has been dispatched to evacuate the fleeing crowd and refute rumors .

"Hasn't the people from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department arrived yet?!" Suzuki Jirokichi was staring at the blue sky through the floor-to-ceiling glass window on the side of the airship restaurant at this time, looking forward to seeing through the window, a pair of old and powerful His fists were clenched, and the gray beard around his lips trembled slightly as his body trembled.

This old man, who had been in glory for most of his life, was almost at the point of desperation.

He has always understood a truth very deeply, that is, most things in this world can be solved with money, but some things that cannot be solved with money are useless even if you have money.

...For example, certain terrorists who have lost their greatest means of deterrence.

In Suzuki Jirokichi's cognition, he thinks that the enemy just wants to use murderous bacteria to force him to submit obediently, and he Suzuki Jirokichi has nothing else but is very rich, so things that can be solved with money are not for him. It's a problem.

But now the terrorists have lost their strongest deterrent, the killing bacteria have been proven to be false, and they can no longer use the killing bacteria as a threat.

Then I ask, will the terrorists who are also at the end of their ropes still maintain their sanity?

The answer is of course no.

The desperate terrorists will do everything possible to back themselves up before being killed or arrested. The simplest and most direct way is to kill all the people in the entire airship.

This is a very cost-effective deal. You must know that there are not only him, the consultant of the Suzuki consortium, but also the two daughters of the chairman of the Suzuki consortium, Mao Lilan, the only daughter who is known as the sleeping Kogoro, and the world's leading reasoning The novelist's second son (and the only all-round operator of Rainbow Squad).

From the point of view of extreme one-for-one exchange, they are sure to make money... provided that they didn't bring the last cub to play with.

"Wait, I'll call the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department again!" Nakamori Ginzo was equally anxious, he opened his flip phone and dialed the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department again.

He has already made no fewer than twenty calls in just half an hour.

But this time... there was a busy notification tone on the phone.

'The other party is talking, please try again later. '

"Eh!?" Nakamori Ginzo was stunned for a moment when he realized that the call was not connected, and soon realized that the other party was also calling him.

Because this time he called the private phone number of police officer Meguro of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's first search section.

Generally speaking, unless there is an earthquake, tsunami or doomsday, this phone is kept open 24 hours a day, and it is absolutely impossible for the line to be busy.

Nakamori Ginzo silently hung up the phone, looking at the pitch black phone screen.

After waiting for less than ten seconds, a caller ID marked "Mu Mu Thirteen" appeared on the screen of his mobile phone.

He couldn't wait to get through the phone, and said loudly: "Hey, it's me, where are you, we need support urgently!"

"Our side..." Police Officer Mu Mu sounded hesitant, "To be honest, I'm a little confused about the situation now, and I can't tell you more, but the only thing I can be sure of is the horror on your airship. The molecules have all been resolved and you are safe."

"Ah?" Nakamori Ginzo was stunned, and stood there with his mouth wide open, as if seeing the sun rising from the west.

He subconsciously glanced at the electronic clock on the wall of the dining room, and confirmed that he should not have unknowingly traveled to other world lines for some idealistic reasons.

On the phone, Police Officer Mumu lowered his voice: "Anyway, what happened this time is very strange. My personal suggestion is that you'd better not ask anything, don't inquire, let alone investigate secretly. Everyone has contributed to what happened this time, so don’t go casually to death, can you understand?”

"Oh... oh, I see." Nakamori Ginzo said mechanically with a bewildered face.

He just felt like a bear who was opened by a honey jar that flew from nowhere at the moment, but he didn't know that the police officer Mu Mu on the other end of the phone was hundreds of times more confused than him.

Next to the helipad of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Police Officer Megure had just read the script to Ginzo Nakamori who was far away on the airship, according to the script Maomei had given him.

From his point of view, on the tarmac not far away, three old men and a British guy are patting the shoulders of his two subordinates, speaking fluent Mao-style Japanese, using the leader to go up and down the mountain The country-like tone means that my dear Dawalishi, your Japanese police helicopters are not good, and even RPGs have nothing to fight against terrorists Brett.

Forget it, just pretend you don't know anything——Officer Megure thought blankly.

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PS: I am addicted to ff15 and cannot extricate myself

But having said that, the paragraph in ff15Chapter 13 is really stinky and long...

Chapter 175 Chapter 171 Oh, a little late

In the upper area of ​​the airship, Souji Kudo was still doing the finishing touches with Ji De.

Well, in fact, it can't be said to be the finishing work, after all, the two parties have already negotiated before the action.

Ji De helps to take Kudo Souji to the top of the airship to sneak in, and Kudo Souji will give the ring to Ji De after the mission is completed.

From an alchemist's point of view, this is called an equivalent exchange, commonly known as a transaction.

Hmm...deal...

hehehe~

Cough cough, serious attitude.