Conan the super powerful devil

When Busushima Kiriko heard that someone was trying to kill him, he was extremely angry. He wanted to see who it was.

He stepped forward and opened the bag that Yeyue placed on the ground, and a white-haired head was revealed. He looked like an old man, but in fact he was a man of about forty years old. But at this time, the man's face looked a little pale.

"Is this the person who wants to kill me? Who is he?" Busudao realized that he did not know this person.

Yeyue was a little surprised. Didn't Ni Shenhui have contact with the black organization? Busujima actually doesn’t know him? Originally, Yeyue wanted Busuda to determine on his own that the matter was related to the black organization...

"Eh? Wait...does this person usually wear glasses?" Busujima found that there was a pair of fallen glasses in the bag, which were like the round lens glasses worn by those old professors on TV, and they were particularly thick.

Busujima put the glasses on Cohen's nose, looked at it again, and then recognized it, "It's him! I recognize him. I met this person once when I was trading gin!"

Yeyue was speechless. She wouldn't recognize him without wearing glasses. Glasses are the real thing, right?

Seeing that Busujima Kiriko had recognized Cohen, Yeyue stopped lingering and left directly, "You can handle this matter yourself." After that, he flew out of the office window.

Seeing a figure in a black cloak flying away, Busuda was stunned for a while, but he quickly came back to his senses. Because he had heard before that Bai could fly through unknown means, and he didn't know what kind of high technology it was.

Now it seems that it is not a hot air balloon anyway.

After Bai left, Busujima Kiriko thought for a while, took out her mobile phone and called Yeyue. In fact, they are the same person, but Busujima doesn't know it. "Your Excellency, are you free now? Can you come to the office?"

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Yeyue arrived at the office and Qihai saw him. Hearing that Busudao had asked him to come, Qihai took Yeyue to Busudao's office. After knocking on the door, Busujima said, "Come in," and Nanami opened the door.

"Brother Busujima, the offering is here." Just as he said this, Nanami was suddenly startled because he saw a big bag in Busujima's office, and the head of a white-haired man was exposed from the mouth of the bag. There was blood on the bottom of the bag, and it was not known whether the person was dead or alive.

Strange, who is this? Why did he appear in the office of the Busu Island boss?

Qihai had been downstairs and didn't see anyone entering the office with such a bag. But he didn't dare ask.

"Your Excellency, you are here." Dudao and Yeyue greeted.

Yeyue nodded, and he pretended to be surprised when he saw Cohen, "Is this man a member of our Mud Association? What did he do wrong? Why did you put him in the bag?"

Busujima was speechless, our Mud Club has no rules about bagging people...

"Close the door, Nanami, come here too." Busujima ordered, Nanami closed the door and walked over there with Yeyue. Busujima explained, "This man wanted to assassinate me, but was caught by my guards."

Nanami was shocked, "Assassination? When did it happen?"

"It was when we were at the Aipido Hotel." Busujima narrated the story without mentioning the dimensional organization. He only said that he suspected that someone might be harmful to him, so he sent people to guard the nearby building. It turned out that it was really A sniper was captured.

Qihai broke out in a cold sweat. It was so scary that such a thing could happen.

Yeyue asked in surprise, "Brother Dudao, do you still have a secret guard?"

Nanami also looked curious. As the secretary of Busushima, he had never heard that Busushima had guards. Whenever Busuda goes to places that require protection, he always brings some trustworthy Mud Club members with him.

What kind of guard? I haven’t heard of it at all in these years!

Busujima Kiriko pretended to be mysterious, "The other party is not a member of the Mud Council, but he just came to protect my safety for some reasons. These are not important. What is important is that I have met this sniper once."

Nanami looked at Cohen and found that he did look familiar, but she couldn't remember it.

Yeyue pretended to ask, "Are they from the opposition?"

"No, he is from the black organization." Busujima replied.

Nanami suddenly realized, "Ah, I remembered! The black organization does have this person!"

Yeyue seemed to be very surprised, "Isn't the black organization our trading partner? Why do you want to assassinate Brother Busushima?"

Busu Dao sneered when he heard this, "Humph! I guess they are afraid that our Mud Shenhui will become bigger. We are all in the underworld, and our colleagues are enemies. If the Mudshen Gui is unified again, I am afraid it will also have an impact on them, so they want to Get rid of me so that the Mud Can Association cannot unify. Of course, this is just my guess, but I guess this guess is not far from the truth."

Everyone's eyes fell on the unconscious Cohen again. Busujima picked up the cup on the table and poured the cold tea in Cohen's face. Cohen was startled and woke up, "What! What's going on? What happened?"

In fact, he was not woken up by the tea poured on him, but Yeyue had lifted the effect of [narcotic gas].

After he woke up, he realized that something was wrong. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't move because his hands and feet were tied. He also realized that his feet seemed to be injured, and waves of pain hit his brain.

"Bujima Kiriko?!" Cohen recognized Busujima at a glance. The woman with the scar on her face was really conspicuous. Oh, no, it's not a woman, it's a man.

How come I fell into the hands of Busushima Kiriko?

By the way, I remembered that I was about to snipe Busushima Kiriko, but someone else shot me from behind. Then I hid and called Gin for help, and finally I lost consciousness for some reason...

I wasn't taken away by Gin's men, but was caught by the Nidonghui people? Cohen's already ugly face became even uglier. Everyone knew that falling into the hands of the enemy would never end well. It's over now!

"I recognize you. The black organization sent you to kill me, right?" Busudao looked down at him with fierce eyes, "I have seen you beside Gin before."

Have you even been identified? Cohen could not deny his origins and could only argue in terms of motivation, "It has nothing to do with the organization. This time I acted without permission."

"Oh? Acting without authorization?" Busuda kicked him, and Cohen, who was sitting there, was kicked to the ground. The pain made Cohen grimace. "Let me ask you again, was the black organization sending you here?"

"I mean it myself."

"Bang!" Busuda kicked Cohen again.

Cohen firmly denied it no matter how he was beaten, until Busujima pulled off his glasses, grabbed the ballpoint pen on the table, and put the tip close to his eyes. "As a sniper, your eyes should be very important to you, right? If you tell a lie once, I will blind one of your eyes. As for whether you lied or not, it all depends on my subjective judgment."

Cohen looked at the tip of the ballpoint pen in front of him and hesitated.