Conan, kill the emperor at the beginning

Shock! ! ! Japan’s No. 0.2 female bodyguard kills someone in just seconds

Shock! ! ! One against twenty, how strong is Japan's number one female bodyguard?

Shock! ! ! Shock...The Emperor was assassinated under the protection of his first female bodyguard! ! !

"After half a month, the murderer is still at large, the police..."

"Sir, the plane is about to take off. For your own safety, please fasten your seat belt."

On the plane, Qin Feng looked at the title of the second grade in the newspaper with an expressionless face.

At this time, a beautiful flight attendant came over and reminded her softly.

"Are you from Xia country?"

Qin Feng raised his head and asked doubtfully.

"Sir, you misunderstood. I am Japanese."

"Really? You speak Xia Yu very well."

"You are joking, what I just said was obviously Japanese."

"Japanese?"

Qin Feng blinked and looked down at the newspaper in his hand.

Suddenly I discovered that the densely packed newspapers were all in Japanese.

However, he doesn’t understand Japanese at all, so why can he understand it?

Qin Feng immediately showed a serious expression and asked the stewardess: "Are you sure I am speaking Japanese?"

"Of course, sir."

The stewardess had a sweet smile on her face, but the next moment, the smile froze on her face.

"What does Yamidie mean? Japanese or Daxia?"

"..."

"Sir, the plane is about to take off, please fasten your seat belt."

The stewardess's eyes twitched, and she turned away with a reminder.

Qin Feng did not continue to ask, but lay on the chair with a solemn expression.

Sure enough, his condition worsened again, and even his language system was affected.

Hey!

Covering his messy head, Qin Feng couldn't help but sigh.

He had doubted whether he had awakened some super power, but the hallucinations and the feeling of confusion in time and space were just like what the doctor said.

Coupled with the inexplicable murmurs in his mind from time to time, he had to accept the fact that he was going to die soon.

After all, he was the emperor who was assassinated yesterday, but the newspaper said that more than half a month had passed.

What kind of superpower is this?

Time disappearing spell?

Second personality?

It can’t be that the world is sick, right?

Thinking of this, Qin Feng turned to look at the short-haired woman on his right. She was wearing a light blue suit. She had a slim figure and looked extremely capable with short hair.

If it weren't for the indelible sadness on her face, she would look like a heroic female general.

Qin Feng poked the other person's arm and showed a sunny smile: "Please ask, do you know when the emperor was assassinated?"

"The first of this month."

The sassy woman opened her slightly red eyes. It was obvious that she had cried just before, and her voice was a little hoarse.

really.......

Qin Feng's heart couldn't help but sink, and he continued to ask: "How long has it been since today?"

"Half a month."

"Then what date is it today?"

"Number 16."

"How about yesterday?"

"Number one."

The woman showed no signs of impatience and answered the questions mechanically.

Qin Feng felt quite sorry when he saw this.

The other party had obviously encountered something sad, and he still bothered her like this.

After thanking him, Qin Feng stopped talking. He took out a thin mini photo album from his pocket and turned to the last page before stopping.

If anyone sees it, they will find that it is the emperor who was assassinated.

Qin Feng looked at the photo and subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

He took out a red oil pen and drew a big red cross on it.

Then he closed it with satisfaction.

"Hey, uncle, you dropped something, I'll give it back to you."

Qin Feng patted the arm of an old man on the left and politely put the photo album into his hand.

The moment the other party opened his eyes, a cold light flashed.

A silver needle instantly pierced the old man's neck, and then quickly pulled out.

"Drink...drink..."

The old man's expression suddenly became extremely ferocious, and he wanted to struggle and roar, but Qin Feng instantly covered his mouth.

Only faint unidentified syllables came out.

After taking a breath, the old man collapsed like mud.

"You're welcome, be careful next time."

Qin Feng was talking to himself, but his movements in his hands were not slow at all. The moment a fat-faced aunt in the front row turned her head, she quickly covered the old man's face with the newspaper.

"Oops, I'm really sorry for disturbing you."

Qin Feng showed an apologetic smile to the middle-aged aunt.

The aunt was about to get angry because her sleep was disturbed.

But looking at the sunny and handsome smile of the man in front of her, she swallowed the words she had not yet spoken.

Blinking his almost invisible eyes, biting his big plump lips, he said with a shy look: "It doesn't matter."

After saying that, he hurriedly turned back and covered the flesh on his face, feeling his heart pounding non-stop.

Qin Feng couldn't help but shiver, and felt goosebumps all over the floor.

He turned his head and looked at the heroic woman on the right, and her long legs that looked extremely slender and tight due to exercise.

I want to suppress the shadow in my heart.

It wasn't until a sharp gaze came to him that he reluctantly looked back.

If possible, Qin Feng felt that he had to have a good communication with the beautiful woman next to him, not for anything else but to compensate for the frightened young mind he had just received.

Moreover, this is not Daxia, so he will not feel any burden towards these foreign women.

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Come again....

Listening to the murmurs in his mind, Qin Feng suddenly became irritable.

But the next moment, he suddenly realized that he seemed to understand that voice.

system?

Is the system you?

Qin Feng's eyes were bright and he couldn't wait to ask in his heart.

Unfortunately, there was no response at all.

The light in his eyes slowly began to fade.

Another hallucination?

Qin Feng frowned.

According to the plan, after killing the emperor and other war criminals, if they are still alive,

He planned to blow up the Statue of Liberty and the Hexagon directly.

But now, if we don’t understand the situation, how can we explode?

It's okay to be terminally ill, but it's not a loss even if you die anyway.

But what if it’s a golden finger?

Once you die, isn't it a loss of blood?

It’s difficult.

With hope, Qin Feng couldn't help but hesitate.

He simply got up and walked to the bathroom, washing his face and calming down before talking.

"Officer Sato?"

As soon as Qin Feng left, a plump middle-aged man wearing an orange coat and a matching hat came over.

With sharp eyes, he quickly scanned the crowd, and when he found the heroic woman, he showed a look of surprise.

He hurried over and shouted in a voice that only two people could hear.

"Officer Megure, why are you here? Do you have any mission?"

Although Sato Miwako was surprised when she saw the visitor, the detective's instinct made her subconsciously vigilant and she couldn't help but lower her voice.

Officer Megure nodded with a serious face and whispered: "Sato, I know Matsuda's death has hit you hard, and I shouldn't give you any more at this time..."

"Officer Megure, just tell me the mission."

Sato Miwako wiped the corners of her eyes, and the sad look on her face instantly subsided.

Officer Megure nodded, lowered his voice again, and said: "I just received a call. The murderer of the emperor is probably on the same plane as us..."