Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 343 Trap and Betrayal

The innkeeper quickly shrank behind the counter, leaving only Toru Amuro standing there.

Bang, the muzzle of the gun rose, Toru Amuro rolled to the side in time, and the flying bullets smashed the counter into pieces.

During the roll, Toru Amuro pulled out his pistol from the back of his trousers, and took out his master before the shotgun roared a second time.

He quickly turned his head to look at Wei Young.

Tap-tap-tat-tat-tat-tat.

The sound of firefighting has already sounded, and Wei Young held "Trust" in one hand and started shooting at the crooked nut on the stairs.

She didn't have the upper hand, and the pistol was clearly no match for the submachine gun in terms of rate of fire or power.

Even when she tried to get up, the impact of the bullet would bring her down again.

Is this a coincidence?It's like a well-chosen ambush environment.

Toru Amuro raised the muzzle of his gun and aimed at the man above him from the side.

"Bastardo." The man with the submachine gun stepped back a few steps, hid his body behind the wall at the corner of the stairs, and spit out a curse word.

Toru Amuro visually measured the thickness of the wooden wall, deduced the position of the man, and rested his index finger on the trigger.

Dang, a bullet hit his pistol before he could shoot, and the impact made the pistol fall out of his hand.

The guitarist who had been hiding in the corner after the shootout cursed in a low voice. He obviously didn't expect the shot to go wrong.

Amuro glanced at the pistol that had slid to the wall, and without any hesitation, he bent down and rushed towards the guitar man in the corner at high speed.

The guitar man was taken aback, and quickly aimed at Toru Amuro, ready to shoot.

But within ten steps, Toru Amuro's agility made him faster than a gun. He puffed out his deltoid muscles and hit the guitar man like a train, pushing him against the wall.

"Ugh!" The guitar man had only half screamed when the carotid artery was hit hard, and he fell to the ground unconscious.

Toru Amuro picked up the revolver on the ground, pushed down a round table as a cover, checked the magazine and asked loudly, "Ma Yin, how are you?"

"Obviously not good."

There was a reply from the stairs, and Wei Young, whose clothes were all dyed bright red, stood at the entrance of the stairs, with the fragments of human body that tumbled and fell down the stairs under his feet.

She grabbed Wright Wright, who was paralyzed to one side, by the collar and swung him down, sending him rolling down the stairs.

"ha_terminado?"

The innkeeper poked his head out from behind the crumbling counter.

What he spoke was obviously not English, and Toru Amuro immediately felt something was wrong.

After realizing that the survivors were different from what he had expected, the hotel owner yelled and got back behind the counter, opened the door and didn't know what to look for.

"Detonator." There was only a voice from the stairs, but Wei Young had disappeared.

Toru Amuro's pupils dilated suddenly, and he jumped out of the door with all his strength, opened his mouth and let out a roar, reducing the damage to the eardrum caused by the close-range explosion.

boom--

The wind and waves of the explosion followed, pushing Amuro Toru's body forward a few meters, and fell to the ground.

The entire hotel collapsed, apparently several bombs had already been set here.

The violent noise spread hundreds of meters away, causing the rare passers-by to turn their heads.

"Oops." Toru Amuro struggled to get up, but the buzzing in his ears made his already dark vision even more dizzy.

He took out his mobile phone with great difficulty, but before he could dial the number, he loosened his hand weakly.

……

"Hey, Bonny, look here's a foreigner."

"Really! Is he dead?"

"It doesn't matter whether he is dead or not, look, mobile phone, and wallet, three hundred dollars!"

"Wow, I've earned a fortune!"

"And this watch, the cover is broken, but it seems to be a famous brand, if you repair it."

Ka Ka Ka, there was a sound from the ruins of the hotel.

"There seems to be someone in the ruins?"

"Impossible, I'll die if I'm under it."

Bang Ka, the boards and beams were pushed away, a thick arm covered with black scales pierced out, and the palm with sharp nails groped the ground.

"Then, what is that?" The tall man raised the pistol in his hand.

The non-standard gun posture indicates that either he has been trained a lot, or he is just an ordinary person who has not fired many guns.

It doesn't matter, Fu Jiang doesn't care, at this wrong time, everyone has to die.

The wings on the back flapped, and the boards piled up on his body were lifted.

A demon covered in scarlet blood and blue-black liquid emerged from the ruins of the hotel.

The half-broken horn on the right side of the forehead is still ferocious, and the missing part of the wings is dripping with blue-black body fluids, but they are still unfolded, very imposing.

His state is quite bad, although through the danger premonition and foresight, he immediately captured the source and coverage of the crisis, and hid in the nearest room that was least affected.

Moreover, he also took the steel body sugar in time, which halved all the damage to the body.

However, the strafing bullets, the impact of the explosion, and the collapsed houses still caused him great damage.

He wasn't even sure if he would die suddenly once he was de-demonized.

He shook the strangely shaped glass bottle held between two fingers, and the red liquid was tumbling inside.

"Demon! That's cool!" the shorter man jumped up and yelled.

"Don't be stupid, call someone, call someone over here!" The tall, thin, black youth aimed at Fu Jiang and started shooting.

Huh, huh, huh, in front of Fu Jiang's spread wings, three dark green spherical flames the size of a human head condensed.

In the youth's brown pupils, the dark green spheres are getting bigger and bigger.

……

This is an ordinary house where an ordinary family of three lives.

The host is a postman, and the hostess is an accountant in a small company.

The child is still in elementary school and has excellent grades. Although the life of a family of three is not so good, they are happy.

Not unusual in itself, but in this chaotic neighbourhood, definitely rare.

There can always be surprises here, maybe today, maybe tomorrow.

And today, the house has a special visitor.

dong dong.

After dinner, I was reading the newspaper at the dining table, and chatting with my wife who was clearing the table about the latest news.

At this time, he heard a knock on the door.

He frowned and looked at the rainstorm outside the window.

Who could be the visitor outside the house on such a night?
"Wait a moment." He responded, and waved his hand cautiously, signaling his son to go into the house and do his homework first.

He himself looked out through the peephole of the door.

It was a woman, her silky silver hair was still dripping water, her fair face was dusty and choked with dirt.

The male host instinctively thought of the word "trouble", but immediately thought of "difficulty and help".

That young girl outside the house might be trouble, but she's definitely in deep trouble and needs help.

He hesitated and turned to ask the hostess for advice.

"If we can't reach out to others when they are in trouble, how can we expect others to help us when we are in trouble?"

The hostess gave the answer, just as the hostess thought.

He opened the door, ready to welcome the guests outside the door, while the hostess went to the bathroom, ready to get bath towels.

Click, this is the sound of a pistol being loaded.

The owners of the houses were wrong, but not entirely wrong.

People outside the house really need help, but they don't care if others are willing to help, because this help is compulsory.

The woman with the gun still grabbed a man's ankle with her right hand and dragged him into the house.

This situation is obviously beyond everyone's expectations.

"Hey, don't shoot, you want money? We won't fight, just hope you don't hurt us."

Seeing his wife walking out of the bathroom with a bath towel exposed to the gun, the host didn't have the courage to resist.

"Don't worry, we don't want money, we don't want anything."

After dragging Amuro Toru's body into the room, she let go.

"As you can see, we are just ordinary people who have encountered difficulties, and there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Okay, we won't call the police, um, what do you need?" The hostess holding a bath towel glanced at Wei Young's clothes.

She was wearing baggy clothes that didn't fit her well, not just the coat, but the shirt and trousers were too big.

It's like a child wearing adult clothes.

This should not be her clothes, and the owner of the clothes is either a giant, or a tall person who likes to wear loose clothes.

Wei Young glanced at the bath towel in the hands of the hostess, "Is this for me? Thank you."

She retracted the gun, took the towel, and wiped her wet hair.

"He needs medical assistance." The host observed Amuro Toru and reminded.

"I know." After drying her hair, she returned the towel to the hostess.

"You should know that there was an explosion in the nearby hotel and it has collapsed."

"Yes." The male host replied immediately: "When I got off work, my colleagues reminded me not to go near there. There was a gang fight there."

"You live so close, what difference does it make if you are close or not?"

Wei Young shook her damp hair even though it was dried.

She was right. This private house is very close to the hotel, less than 300 meters away. Does it make any difference whether it is close or not?
Anyway, on this sparsely populated street, this is the nearest private house that Wei Young found.

"Well, that's true." The host touched his neck uneasily to hide his Adam's apple rolling, "Then you are"

"Ordinary guests, as you can see, the hotel we live in was bombed."

She pointed to Toru Amuro who had been put on the sofa by her, "This blond gentleman is also in a coma, and I don't have the energy to find a new livable place."

"So you guys just want to have a night?" A young boy poked his head out of the room.

"Go back, Pino." The hostess lowered her voice and quickly waved to him.

"What a smart kid." Wei Young raised the corners of her lips, "We're just using it for one night. Up to two nights, I'm not sure."

The effect of translation konjac only lasts for two days, she can't stay for too long, it is very inconvenient to have no communication skills.

"Uh, okay." The male host's eyes wandered, obviously reluctant.

Who wants to let a dangerous man with a gun and a seriously injured man spend the night in his home?
"I won't hurt you guys, use the cash I'm carrying, um... 560 yen, I swear, as long as you don't ask for trouble."

Wei Young grabbed Bourbon's ankle again, dragged him to the room that probably belonged to the host, and closed the door.

She didn't seem to care at all whether the owner of the house would take the opportunity to call the police, which was strange for a trespasser.

After returning to the room, her expression became cold again, although it was already cold before.

"Rum?"

"It's me, what's the matter?"

There were no noises on the phone, and the environment where Rum was located was very quiet.

"Our Bourbon colleagues need immediate medical support, the sooner the better, and."

She frowned, "Prison that intelligence officer, I need to talk to him."

"Is there a problem with the information he provided? Are you in trouble?"

"Big trouble, I'm sure that's not a coincidence."

Wei Young glanced at her own shopping mall, but there was no such product as Death's Head.

(End of this chapter)