Conan, kill the emperor at the beginning

"Brother, Belmode is back."

After listening to his subordinate's report, Vodka hurriedly hung up his mobile phone and came to his elder brother.

"very good."

"Bringing her here now is totally unreasonable. I've only been away for a long time, and I haven't seen what she has done to the organization?"

Gin looked at the account in his hand and slapped it on the table in annoyance, with a cold look on his face.

"I remember before I left, with the help of the jammer, we were making billions every week, but now it's less than half."

"She is definitely lining her own pockets, and why are the recent casualties so high? How does she do things?"

"Brother, this is what happened..."

Vodka opened his mouth to explain.

Gin felt quite resentful and said: "I know what you are going to say. Don't you just want to tell me that all this is because the shield has been cracked?"

"Then brother..." Vodka was a little stunned.

The corners of Gin's lips curled up, and he finally regained the feeling of being a big brother.

There was a click.

He took out his pistol, turned on the safety, and aimed at the door.

Then he said calmly: "Of course I know that these things have nothing to do with Belmod. She can't be greedy for so much money, but so what."

"The position of the person in charge is not that easy to sit in. It's better for her to give it back when she realizes the difficulty. Otherwise... I can only let her see the power of genetic modification."

"Heh... have you ever seen someone catch a bullet with his bare hands?"

"Catching bullets with bare hands?"

Belmode listened to the voice in the earphones, and his originally solemn expression suddenly became a little strange.

Ever since that bastard gave her the all-purpose body armor, she had long been tired of catching bullets with her bare hands.

I thought how powerful Gin would be after his transformation, but he was actually showing off what he had left.

Belmode flashed and appeared ten meters away almost instantly.

The speed was so fast that she still had a dreamlike feeling until now.

What is that potion? Since drinking it, she seems to have become Superboy.

She even had a feeling that even if she didn't rely on a body armor, she wouldn't be hurt by ordinary firearms.

He listened silently to Gin's boast again.

Belmod felt reassured and walked into the bar not far away with a smile.

boom!

Just opened the door.

A crisp gunshot sounded.

Belmod narrowed his eyes and clearly noticed a yellow bullet flying towards him.

With just one glance, she judged that the bullet would pass by her ear.

There is no need to make any evasive movements at all.

but..............

Belmod looked at the bullet in surprise.

She felt as if her time had been pressed on the slow play button.

This feeling is extremely weird.

At first she thought she was hallucinating.

Until the sound of Gin came to my ears.

"Bell...Mo..."

A short name that originally only took less than a second to shout out.

But now, Belmode feels that time has passed more than ten seconds.

Gin was still pretending to be cold, playing long notes, looking extremely funny.

Belmod snorted and couldn't help laughing.

Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand and caught the bullet that was traveling at a rapid speed in mid-air.

brush~~

"Belmod, as the temporary head of the organization in Tokyo, what have you been doing these days?"

"I now suspect that you are a traitor to the organization. This is just a small lesson for you. If next time... uh????"

Looking at the sudden restoration of the flow of time around him, Belmode felt that everything was extremely novel.

But after hearing Gin's words, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, playing with the bullet that was still warm in her hand, and jokingly said: "What's wrong, why don't you continue talking?"

"What are you going to do next time?"

"Did you hit me in the head with this bullet?"

Gin's eyelids twitched and he couldn't help but fell silent.

After a long while, he said with difficulty: "Have you also participated in genetic modification?"

"genetic modification?"

"No, why are you joining that thing?"

Belmod rolled his eyes and continued seriously: "You have been participating in experiments recently, so it is normal not to know."

"Just a few days ago, there was a sudden heavy rain. Many people who had been exposed to the rain had their physical qualities strengthened."

"For example, I also have Kiel, Chianti, Bourbon, Rum..."

"Nowadays, receiving bullets from handguns is just a small scene. Now we can all receive bullets from anti-equipment sniper rifles."

"By the way, you have participated in genetic modification, so you should be able to do it, right?"

Gin's eyelids twitched, he subconsciously raised his pistol and said coldly: "Are you kidding me?"

"Playing you?"

Belmod was stunned for a moment, then said speechlessly: "Why am I teasing you?"

"The world has changed. The gadget in your hand is not much different from the water gun of the past, so stop being funny."

As he spoke, he threw the bullet in his hand on the ground with a crisp sound.

Gin looked at the bullet rolling to his feet and couldn't help but feel a little silent.

Subconsciously he looked at his younger brother.

Vodka was also inexplicably horrified, and hurriedly picked up the bullet to make sure it was real, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

He said with a look of disbelief: "How is it possible? Why don't I know about such an important thing?"

"Do you even need to ask?"

Belmod showed a look of pity on his face: "The world has changed. Only the new humanity is the master of this world. As the old humanity, you are just a poor thing abandoned by the times. How can you know this?"

"Vodka, you are already out of date, but gin, since you have passed the genetic modification, you are qualified... Hey, wait, didn't BOSS even tell you such an important thing?"

Belmode's actress-level acting skills are activated.

After being stunned for a moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and the pity in his eyes became even heavier.

He sighed softly, came to the counter, poured himself a glass of red wine, and stopped talking to the two of them.

Gin stared at Belmod.

Although the other person had a smile on his face, he did not show any intention of looking down on him.

But he felt a kind of arrogance, a kind of contempt radiating from his bones.

It's like the world's richest man facing a beggar.

Even if the other person has no idea of ​​looking down on beggars.

But as long as the two of them are together, the beggar will still involuntarily have the thought that the other person looks down on him.

That is the gap that naturally arises from being in two worlds.

Gin couldn't help but clenched his fists.

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