Ke Xue: The man standing behind Ai Jiang

"Why did Curacao get slapped?" Belmod looked at Curacao who was slapped from the back of the head with disbelief.

She could never understand that Curacao would be unprepared from behind.

If Curacao, whose eyes were blurred, knew what Bellmode was thinking, she would definitely curse, "The music is so loud, my attention is all in front, how do you want me to guard against the back."

After several members of the Mud Council knocked Curacao unconscious, two people carried him to the throne, while the remaining people were groping for the throne.

"How should I use this thing?" A person from the Mud Shenhui who looked like a loser fumbled for the throne with a stupid look on his face.

"Hurry up." A female member next to me urged.

In order to facilitate their movement, they did not carry any weapons, only a few electric batons.

When Curaçao was stunned with an electric baton from behind by the attendees, the CIA members walked out from the royal steps.

Looking at the members of the conference opposite who were dressed exactly the same, the CIA subconsciously thought that the other party was also a member of the CIA, that is, a so-called teammate.

Especially when you see the other person groping for ways to control the throne, you will treat the other person as one of your own.

Yuuji, who was quickly chasing down in the sky, looked anxious when he saw Curaçao who was fainted by a sneak attack from behind by the conference participants.

Especially when he saw Stifen approaching Belmod's back, a scarlet light flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, he didn't care about the consequences of going on a killing spree.

"Flying Immortal from Heaven!" Yuuji conjured a simple sword box out of thin air.

More than a dozen famous swords flew out of the sword box one after another.

He casually held a famous sword and threw it towards Stifen.

As if there were eyes behind his back, Stifen suddenly took a step back at the moment when he was about to hit.

Xiong'er's eyes paused. His knowledge had clearly locked onto this person, but he allowed him to dodge the Hundred-Step Flying Sword at the last [-] second.

"It seems that I was too lax. The Heavenly Flying Immortal still needs to practice hard." Yuuji attributed the failure of this attack to his lack of good practice.

In fact, this was not the case. The moment Yuuji launched his attack, Shuichi clearly saw the attack.

When Shuichi delivers a message to Stifen, it requires a second transfer time.

Therefore, when Yuuji's flying sword was about to hit Stifen, Stifen had just received the news.

There was a sound of breaking the air beside her, and Belmod quickly turned around to check the situation. She saw a beautiful white fine sword inserted not far from her hand. At the same time, there was another one and two others less than one meter away. The person on the throne looks exactly like the person in uniform.

Belmod quickly picked up the sword and attacked the incoming Stifen.

Stifen had already expended a lot of energy due to climbing, and he had no teammates. At this moment, facing Belmod's long sword, it could be said that he was in danger of walking on the throne.

Seeing that Belmod was no longer planning to hide his strength, Yuuji temporarily lowered his attention to Belmod.

Focused on Curacao and Shiho.

But after seeing Conan's football and anesthesia needle predicted, Yuuji took the sword and flew towards the throne where Curacao was.

"Hurry up. It seems like something is coming." A member of the mud conference looked at Stifen who was being chased by Belmode and said with a look of horror.

After hearing what this man said, the other members of the Mud Guild who were used to show off quickly looked around for the source of the sword.

"The venue was in panic. Where did that sword come from?"

"I don't know, maybe it came from heaven."

"How is it possible? All three suspended thrones are here."

"Have you forgotten that Oda Yuuji is the president?"

"Could it be said that there is a throne in the sky?"

The police were busy calming down the 52 panicked spectators at the stadium, and their attention was not here at all.

Spectators who noticed the change in the stadium, such as Maori Kogoro, Maori Lan and others, had no chance to reach the heights and throw the sword to the throne.

"Get out of the way." A member of the Mud Association just looked up at the sky.

He only had time to say the words that caused his companions to escape.

A three-foot green peak passed through his throat.

Blood spurted out from his throat, and soon it spread all over the ground. A lot of it spattered in the air and fell towards the stage on the ground.

"Qing San." The companions next to this member of the Mud Association who died tragically watched his tragic death. Before they had time to say anything, they just called out his name.

He was smashed into pulp by a huge broad-faced heavy sword.

The remaining three members of the Mud Party were covered in chunks of meat with drops of blood spattered on them.

The pure and flawless Curacao, the white princess dress she was wearing had now turned into a blood-red queen dress.

The sharp sword was still falling in the sky, flying towards the remaining Mud Guild members.

On the princess throne opposite Curacao, the three people including Shiho looked at the blood-stained situation with solemn expressions.

"Damn Yuuji. You saved your little secretary instead of me. There are five people across from you. I only have two people here. Why don't you save me first." Shiho looked gloomily as he watched the five members of the Mud Conference fall to the ground one after another. .

【What an injustice. Queen Shiho. Didn't I predict that Conan would save you with a football and an anesthetic needle? I don’t want my beloved Shiho to be stained with the blood of dirty enemies. An apology from Yuuji in the future. 】

"Be good. Rena Minami didn't tell us. Oda would have such a powerful thug." The CIA and the two looked at each other, their eyes revealed a look of fear, and they had the urge to retreat.

Mizuno Reina hid in her female anchor lounge and kept an eye on the situation on the throne. Looking at the swords that kept falling, confusion flashed in her eyes. After a slight hesitation, she used the radio to issue a retreat order.

"Ben Clay, Noshi. Retreat. It's too dangerous. I'll have someone pick you up." After weighing the situation, it was not cost-effective for the two of them to die here. Mizuno Reina gave the order to retreat.

"Yes." Ben Clay, the guy who held Shiho hostage with a knife in his hand, was very close to Shiho.

When Shiho heard the voice on the other end of Ben Clay's radio, he felt it was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for the moment.

"Withdraw." Noshi gave Ben Clay a look.

Ben Clay dropped a smoke bomb, and then said to Noshi, "Are you going to take her away? She saw our face."

"She is not the only one who has seen our faces. No one will know who we are." Noshi was speechless. "There is no way we can kill all the 52 people present. And you want to bring one with you?" A burdensome retreat?"

"That's true." Ben Clay let go of Shiho, and he quickly caught up with Noshi.

The two of them took advantage of the thick fog and jumped from the edge of the throne. They planned to fly back to the ground with the help of paragliders and then blend into the crowd to escape.

Shiho would not take advantage of these two guys who had just threatened her life.

She looked at the extra row of targets that could be commanded on the command panel, pressed it directly, and then entered the direction of the combat command.

Almost instantly, the night lights of sixteen helicopters hit Benkley and Noshi.

"What?" Ben Clay and Noshi looked at the helicopter that suddenly appeared in the sky in confusion.

If they had very good eyesight, they could see that the helicopter had the logo of the Third Action Team on it.

"Take off your uniforms. Try not to use ninjutsu. We are just ordinary security personnel now." On the plane, the captain of the third action team commanded a team leader.

"Yes!" After accepting the order, the captains of each team jumped out of the cabin with their teammates.

Their combat target was very clear, which were the two foreigners flying in the air, Ben Clay and Noshi.

It's just a pity that it's not their turn to take action.

Standing on the top of the southern petals, Conan and his three cheating teammates are here at the moment.

"Conan. I saw it. It's right there. Directly north. There are two people wearing paragliders." Genta held Mitsuhiko's telescope in his hand and said to Conan.

"Genta, Mitsuhiko. You have done a great job this time." Conan had a football wrapped around his feet.

He also saw Ben Clay and Noshi at this time.

Aiming at Ben Klei who was farthest away, he kicked the football that had been strengthened by Foot Strength.

Then he took out his anesthesia watch, pointed it at Nuo Shi, and clicked.

Noshi was hit by the anesthesia needle of the anesthesia watch.

Like a kite with a broken string, it fell towards the audience area.

As for Ben Clay, it's a bit miserable.

He was brought all the way back to Shiho's throne by football, and fell down in front of the steps of Shiho's throne.

The used disposable football accidentally fell into Shiho's hands.

Smile~ A smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of Shiho's mouth, as if she had made some decision.