Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

Are you still thinking about flirting at such a critical moment? It seems that the lesson received is not enough.

Bourbon asked angrily on the phone: "Didn't the bullet just hit your head and spurt out plasma and brain matter?"

Rai said calmly: "Well, although it is a very high level of sniping, obviously my luck is better."

Is this a time to be proud of this?

Bourbon raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's going on?"

"A killer, not sure if he is coming for me." Rai saw the police exiting the building. Maybe they were aware of the presence of snipers here.

Rai said: "Although I still want to chat with you for a while, I have to concentrate on dealing with this guy."

"Okay, I understand." Bourbon was also very straightforward, with almost no hesitation.

He touched it and just said: "Be careful, don't die."

Finally, Rai on the other end of the phone raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "It's an honor for me to be cared about by you."

There was a beep and the phone was hung up.

In the past, Shuichi Akai could only say such disgusting words after wearing Subaru Okiya's skin.

Now I get tired of it all the time, which Toru Amuro feels he is not used to.

After observing for a while, Rai put away his sniper rifle and said to Vodka behind him: "It's time for us to leave."

Vodka was stunned and glanced at the medical tape taped to the back of his hand.

"Leave? But your injury..."

The burn area on the body is so large that he even needs infusion every day to supplement his nutrition. Can such a patient really leave the hospital?

Probably knowing what Vodka was thinking at the moment, Rai took his belongings from the bedside table and explained to him in a low voice: "If you don't leave now, either the police will be attracted to you later, or the killer will Come and take our lives personally."

"You choose."

Under such circumstances, what else can you choose?

Vodka also tidied away the things in the ward, trying his best to ensure that no traces of their identities would be left behind.

Looking at his skillful skills, Rai knew that he should have helped Gin clean up the mess.

"But if the hospital asks, they should tell the police about the patient's condition, right?"

Rai asked suspiciously.

But Vodka made a reassuring gesture and said, "When I went through the hospitalization procedures for you, I registered other people's information, so don't worry about it."

The two didn't stay here long.

A few minutes later, Vodka found a set of doctor's clothes to change into, and also borrowed a wheelchair.

The sniper rifle was put back into the gun bag, covered with a white cloth with vodka, and placed behind the wheelchair.

The two left the ward after getting ready.

Coincidentally, when they came out of the elevator, they met the usual policemen from the Metropolitan Police Department.

Because Rai's face was bandaged, no one recognized him.

On the contrary, because of the seriousness of his injuries, the policemen were startled when the elevator door opened.

But soon, after Vodka pushed Rai out of the elevator, the police officers poured into the elevator one after another.

When the elevator door was about to close, they could still be heard saying: "That guy must have come to the hospital too, go search him!"

"Be careful, he may have an accomplice!"

After being separated from the policemen, Rai leaned on the back of the wheelchair and complained to Vodka: "You are really stupid. You are full of flaws. If there wasn't someone stupider than you, just now We might just be in trouble."

Vodka hummed with some dissatisfaction: "That's it, don't forget that I saved you today!"

After he pushed the wheelchair to a deserted corner, Rai immediately changed into the casual clothes he had prepared in advance.

Now even wearing a knitted hat couldn't hide his slightly horrifying face.

The vodka on the side showed an indescribable expression, but Rai himself didn't think so, and instead shined his own face in the reflection of the dark glass.

At this moment, the scene behind him was also illuminated on the reflective surface of the glass.

I saw Conan, who had already run to the upstairs next door, squatting down on the killer as expected.

But he is a rookie, especially now with the body of an elementary school student.

Neither the anesthesia needle nor the football aided by foot-strength-enhancing shoes hurt the opponent at all.

Instead, the killer reached out and grabbed Conan, threw him to the ground hard, and put the gun in his hand on Conan's head.

Rai leisurely took out the cigarette case from the vodka pocket and lit a cigarette for himself.

"That guy must be a killer, right? Why do he kill even children?" Vodka thought. In his eldest brother's ruthless and cold-hearted past history, he did not specifically target that child.

Unless the whole family is to be silenced, children will not be operated on under normal circumstances.

This person is too cruel.

Vodka thought nonchalantly.

At this time, Rai found a suitable position, took out his sniper rifle again, and aimed at the figure on the roof of the opposite building.

This angle may not be able to kill the opponent with one blow, but it will definitely make the opponent unable to eat and walk around.

Seeing that Rai still wanted to fight against him, Vodka opened his mouth in surprise, but did not disturb him at such a critical moment.

On the roof of the building, when the killer was about to shoot Conan, he suddenly felt that his right shoulder was hit by a bullet, and the blood splattered on Conan's face.

The opponent quickly threw Conan away and then escaped from the top of the building with extremely neat skills.

Conan was left in a daze.

After about a few seconds, he suddenly turned back and looked in the direction of the sniper.

But because it was dark and the other party was well hidden, Conan didn't see anything.

But he instinctively judged that this confident and sharp shooting level definitely came from someone he knew!

Soon after, Rai and Vodka got into the car where their companions came to pick them up.

Belmod yawned after being woken up, glanced at the two of them in the rearview mirror, and said angrily: "Let a beautiful woman wake up from the middle of the night when she needs sleep just to pick you two up. Don't you feel ashamed that a man is trying to escape the pursuit of that international killer? You even ask me for help with such a small matter."

Vodka chuckled, but Rai keenly grasped the key point: "What? Haven't you heard yet? A master who is good at assassination has recently come to the country. This guy is the prey that the international police want to catch!" "

"what is his name?"

"I heard that I don't know the gender yet, but his name is very interesting!"

"Pramya..."

In Russian, it means flame.