Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 53 Tata Open!

Time seemed to slow down, and a half-missed eyeball fell in front of Fu Jiang's black leather shoes and was covered by a falling half-top hat.

Wow, blood and white pulp fell on the ground, like raindrops from the sky.

The headless corpse trembled and slowly fell backwards.

"Fuck, sniper, take cover!" Tequila squatted down, raised her left and right hands and fired two shots at the second floor of the warehouse.

With the flames from the muzzles of the guns, two rows of men in black took out their guns and aimed at the peripheral members of the winery in the middle.

At this moment, Fu Jiang's equipment was punished by God, because today is Sunday, and he didn't equip this cursed equipment after checking the date this morning.

But judging by the current situation, today must be the killing.

He stretched his arms back, directly pulled the two peripheral members to block him, leaned over and rushed towards the back of the container frantically.

Da Da Da Da!

There was a lot of gunfire, and members of the violent club shot at the crowd with their guns in hand.

"Ahem, Grappa, are you injured?" Behind the container, Tequila had already squatted there first.

"No." Fu Jiang let go, and the two peripheral members covered in bullet holes fell to the ground, Tequila's pupils shrank.

At the moment when the gun was aimed, he did not hesitate to pull two peripheral members to block the gun. This decisive reaction and the degree of cold-bloodedness are by no means comparable to that of ordinary members.

He suddenly understood why Qin Jiu valued Fu Jiang so much, and why Alex was his candidate codename.

Fu Jiang was not in a good position at the time. Tequila thought that Fu Jiang would die in the first round of shooting.

"I'll take care of the sniper, what are we going to feed you when we retreat into the warehouse?"

Tequila was about to retreat or counterattack when he was stunned by Fu Jiang's next move.

I saw Fu Jiang took out a long-barreled shotgun from nowhere and pointed it at himself.

Bang bang bang.

Three consecutive sounds, Fu Jiang's corpse lying on the ground seemed to be blown up by a fragmentation grenade.

"Fuck!" Tequila didn't care about anything else, and rushed into the warehouse tumbling.

In less than three seconds, with the sound of footsteps, members of the violent club with guns ran behind the container.

They fired a few shots at the back of the giant man Tequila, but Tequila pounced forward in time, then rolled around on the ground and hid in the shadow of the warehouse.

"Chasing!" The leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi waved his hand, and rushed in first with a gun in his hand.

The remaining two security members kicked Fu Jiang's body.

"That's not very good? Why did the head say to be careful of them?"

"Damn, no matter how powerful it is, a single bullet will kill you." The man in black sneered and lit a cigarette, "If you want to blame it, blame it for not knowing people."

"That's right, look at the leader, probably died without guessing that we are from the Sumiyoshi Association, hahaha, his little brother sold him out for money."

"Huh? So it's not my fault?"

The member who laughed out loud trembled all over and almost lost his temper. He glanced back and forth, "Who the fuck is talking?"

It was very quiet around, and no one answered him.

"Hey, Aaron, did you see who spoke, Aaron? Aaron!?" The members of the Sumiyoshi Society looked at their companion suddenly, only to see an arrow stuck in his neck.

"Who, who is it? Come out!" The members of the Sumiyoshi Association pointed their guns at random.

Then he found that the corpse on the ground with half of the cheek missing was gone.

"Gudu." The man in black was stiff all over, feeling the air drop several degrees.

Suddenly his wrist hurt, he was pierced by a short bow and arrow, and the gun fell directly to the ground.

One hand pushed his head back.

He leaned back and stared straight at the sky.

"You are looking for me, aren't you?" A man whose left cheek disappeared and his teeth were all exposed stretched his head forward to block his view of the sky.

It was the corpse he had kicked twice before.

"Ghost, ghost" the black-clothed man's legs were trembling.

"Where's the traitor?" When he was speaking, he seemed to feel that the eyeball hanging out of the left eye socket was in the way, so he pulled it off and threw it into his mouth to chew.

"Here, deal with it." The man in black loosened the back door and pulled up his pants, "Don't kill me, I don't want to die."

Fu Jiang took out a small knife from the arms of the man in black, aimed at the temple and stabbed it, cutting around the head.

Crack, the head shell fell to the ground, and the body of the man in black was placed beside him, sleeping peacefully.

Fu Jiang picked up his short top hat and put it on his head, and glanced at the task issued by the system at the moment of the gunshot.

Release mission: Tata Kai!Tata open!You can't live without Tata Kai!Give me Tatakai!

Fu Jiang twitched before he looked down. The name of this mission is outrageous.

Task requirements: You are lucky, seeing this task means that you are alive, then continue to live.

At least live until the attackers die or Tequila is shot (the mission name already tells you the answer)

mission rewards:

Kill the Raider: Tailor-made melee combat (You have proved that you are a person with real skills, it is time for a set of real skills.)
Tequila death: 300 joy points, ten times compensation for the bullet money you spent to survive, according to the great system, you can't survive a few times (Tatakai!)
Reward for failure: You can continue chatting with Kashasa and ask about Gin's past.

Got it, take out the attackers first, then backstab Tequila
is it human?

The middle finger of his left brushed against his exposed teeth, and the corner of Fu Jiang's mouth curled into a grin, his aura raised to its peak.

He is also interested in a lot of gossip information held by Tequila.

In the pure black double pupils. Well, from the outside, it is now single pupils.

The door of the warehouse was reflected in the black pupil, where there were many corpses, or only two.

Pressing the top hat, Fu Jiang strode in, the night wind blew, and the back hem of the windbreaker exploded.

……

"Yamada, where are you?" In the darkness, Dashi asked uneasily.

His companion disappeared, and the companion who was searching for the strong man in black suddenly disappeared from under his nose, without even a trace.

"Yamada?" A deep voice sounded from behind, "So your name is Yamada?"

"Who?" Convinced that it was not the voice of his companion, Dashi hurriedly raised his gun and aimed at the rear.

But something round fell on the toe of his shoe.

Swallowing his saliva, Oishi took out his flashlight and shone it on the ground. Yamada was staring at him with a distorted expression.

"Ah—" Dashi stumbled on his left foot and fell backwards to the ground with his right foot.

"Come out! Who are you!" Dashi yelled twice, and took out the walkie-talkie, "Second floor! Someone killed Yamada, please help!"

He yelled into the intercom in confusion.

Click, the fire lighted up, and Fu Jiang lit the cigarette with his teeth clenched with a lighter.

Dashi suddenly shone the flashlight in the direction of the fire.

There was nothing there, suddenly his hand hurt and the flashlight fell to the ground.

"Huh, hoh" panting heavily, Dashi held the gun handle tightly with his left hand and turned his body back and forth, cold sweat dripping on the ground made a sound that made him shiver.

In the ultimate silence, the sound of the flame burning the cigarette is so obvious.

behind!
Dashiyuan turned around and spit a mouthful of smoke into his eyes.

His left hand was grabbed, and a huge black figure picked up the flashlight, illuminating the weird smile on his stiff facial muscles from bottom to top.

"what----"

"What's going on upstairs?" The leader and others who noticed that Tequila was preparing to suppress it frowned.

"Maruguchi, Shimura, you two go up and have a look."

Here, Tequila may fight back at any time, and the leader dare not separate too many people.

"Okay." Shimura is a silent muscular man with sunglasses, he held up the micro punch in his hand, "Leave it to me."

He led the apparently inexperienced Maruguchi up to the second floor, and searched for each room with the help of the flashlight.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand holding the gun began to tremble stiffly, "Wankou, Wankou, look quickly!"

A flashlight was placed in front of it, and under the light, the corpse with a frightened and distorted expression hung from the ceiling and swayed.

The right hand of the corpse was pierced by a steel pipe and connected to the neck, the index finger and middle finger were pierced by a short needle, and the rest of the fingers had disappeared.

Not in bad taste, it's to keep his hands up higher than scissorhands.

Well, this is bad taste, maybe a little perverted.

"Yes, I'm here." Maybe it was the answer given by Maruguchi, maybe not.

Anyway, Shimura trembled all over, and turned around suddenly to look back.

It was pitch black, and Maruguchi, who was supposed to be holding a flashlight, extinguished the flashlight at some point.

Crack, the switch sounded.

The horrible face that he will never forget for the rest of his life pulled his muscles upward and pulled out a weird smile.

……

Bang, a member of the Sumiyoshikai fell to the ground, blood dripping from the hole in his forehead.

"How many bullets does he have?" The leader had an ugly expression.

This giant man in black is a fast shooter with incredible marksmanship.

In the darkness, every time the silver-white revolver reflected a silver shadow under the light of the flashlight, a member of the Sumiyoshikai fell to the ground.

At this time, undisguised footsteps sounded from behind.

"Shimura? You're back? What's going on up there?"

"Shhhh~" was his frivolous whistle in answer.

The members of the Sumiyoshi Association turned their heads in bewilderment, and saw a smiling corpse aiming at them with a micro-gun raised with one hand.

Da da da da da.
The muzzle flames danced, and Fu Jiang's waist swayed back and forth a few times, so that every member had uniform bullet holes.

At the same time, the prompt of the gun level 5 popped up, and now he has reached the standard even with blind shots within 15 meters.

Soon, the stench spread into Fu Jiang's nose, which looked like it was only half left.

He leaned on the railing, "Tequila, it's me."

"Grabar?" Tequila's voice was panting, "Didn't you commit suicide?"

"Put your head out." Fu Jiang shook the bass from his throat.

After a few seconds, Tequila didn't respond. He pulled the trigger and wiped out the bullets. "Head sticks out."

The microcharge made a distinct clicking sound, proving that the bullet was empty.

But apparently Tequila is still not at ease.

Fu Jiang took out the captured knife, cut off the leader's head and threw it over.

"Tequila, it's me."

He repeated the first sentence again in a weird way.

Looking at the head on the ground, Tequila took a deep breath, he felt something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Even if it was Fu Jiang who spoke, it would be very problematic.

He witnessed Fu Jiang shoot three shots at his body, one shot smashed his abdomen, and the other shot smashed his chest and neck together. Although the last shot was crooked, it also wiped half of his face.

If this kind of injury can still survive, then there will be ghosts.

"Head sticks out."

Following these words, Tequila's heart began to beat wildly, causing his chest to ache.

These two sentences were repeated over and over again, the tone became lower and weirder each time.

It made him feel that what was speaking was not a person, but something else.

He, a materialist, is now ready to pray to God.

"Tequila, it's me."

"I know! I'm scared to death!" Tequila didn't hide her injuries, but crawled out from behind the bunker, clutching her chest.

Fu Jiang jumped down from the second floor and landed on the bunker, hunched over and poked his head out to look down at Tequila.

"Don't be afraid." With his right hand resting on his forehead, he pulled his hand down like Kurosaki Ichigo wearing a mask.

A complete handsome face appeared in front of Tequila.

"Creating fear is my talent."

　Thank you for the 100 starting coins rewarded for not changing your name

　　
　
(End of this chapter)