Conan, kill the emperor at the beginning

Damn...

The words "You are outdated, outdated" kept echoing in Gin's mind...

His face was slightly ferocious, and he subconsciously raised his gun.

But looking at Belmod's calm and composed look.

As if he was holding a real water gun, his hand on the trigger couldn't help but pause.

He handed the gun to his younger brother and said coldly: "Shoot me."

"Brother..."

"I said shoot me, aim for the head, come on, I want this woman to know that she's not the only one who can catch a bullet."

Vodka's eyes were hesitant.

But looking at the crazy look in his boss's eyes, he thought that he had undergone genetic modification.

He immediately gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger with determination.

Gin:.......

mmp.

I asked you to shoot, but I didn’t tell you to shoot immediately.

Can't you wait until I go further?

Also, can you give me a heads up to prepare myself?

boom!

Deafening gunshots rang out.

Gin felt like the hairs on his body were starting to stand up.

Under the pressure of a strong life-and-death crisis, his adrenaline surged like crazy.

After genetic modification, the greatly improved physical fitness reached its limit at this moment.

At the moment when the bullet hit his eyebrow, Gin finally caught him in a narrow and dangerous way.

He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and then cursed a few words in his mind.

He glared fiercely at the little brother who almost killed him, calmly took out the bullet stuck in his hand bone, wiped the blood on it and threw it on the ground.

He snorted coldly: "You're right, the pistol is just a toy to me now, and it doesn't pose any threat at all."

"Hey, I didn't expect you to actually succeed?"

"Not bad."

"You have reached the minimum standard for people like us. The previous awakened peripheral member could only reach this level."

Belmode resisted the urge to laugh, pretended to be surprised, and clapped.

Gin heard the first half of the sentence and was about to smile.

But the next moment, his expression froze again.

Annoyed: "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting. I'm just telling the truth. If you are not convinced, you can challenge me. I just want to see how far you have reached."

Belmod put down the wine glass in his hand and stood up with interest.

Gin's eyes narrowed.

Looking at the opponent's intact left hand after receiving the bullet before.

He couldn't help but show a solemn look on his face, and he clenched his fist hard to prevent the blood from seeping out of his palm, and then said in a cold voice: "Do you really think you've got me? I hope you won't regret it later."

After saying this, he took an offensive stance and took a few steps forward.

Immediately afterwards, he was shocked to find that Belmode was full of flaws.

It seems that by attacking any place at will, you can seize the opportunity and expand the results.

But is it really that simple?

Seeing Belmode strolling around, Gin's eyes became more solemn.

I just felt a huge pressure coming towards me.

His movements also became timid.

"what are you doing?"

"Why haven't you taken action yet?" Belmode was a little confused.

And this sentence brought Gin back to his senses instantly.

Sensing the shrinking in his heart, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

At this moment, Belmode was confused.

What are you doing? Why did you rush over here directly?

It was like an ancient martial arts competition, which was simply inexplicable.

Shaking her head, Belmod had a thought and took out the Gatling given to her by Qin Feng from the space ring.

Buzz buzz....

Gin:..........

Vodka:..........

Bang bang bang bang!

Tongues of fire spit out.

Countless torrents of steel shot out.

Each yellow bullet, with a strong smell of gunpowder smoke, turned into the sickle of death.

The bar, tables and chairs all turned into pieces in an instant.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Vodka had already hid far away, staring at everything in the field with his big eyes.

Gin, on the other hand, looked pale, jumping up and down like a monkey, dodging bullets.

Even at this time, his speed has reached its extreme speed.

Able to capture the trajectory of every bullet.

But the firepower is too strong.

What's more, this is Gatling in the system mall. Every bullet has the power to penetrate the steel plate.

Even if Belmod has already released the water.

Gin still couldn't escape the fate of being hanged, and his whole body turned into a bloody man.

One left arm is almost useless.

at last.

Gatling's roar disappeared, Gin could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground.

A pair of eyes stared blankly at the approaching woman, and said with difficulty: "You...you don't keep your word."

"Aha?"

Belmod asked strangely: "Have we agreed on anything?"

"You don't hold a gun yourself, how can you blame me?"

"Get...get a gun?" Gin's eyes were dull.

"Yes, what kind of society is it now? We have guns but don't need them. Is it necessary to fight hand-to-hand? Only a fool would do this."

"Besides, it's just that it can catch bullets. It doesn't mean that thermal weapons are useless."

Belmode complained lightly, and then took Gatlin back to the storage ring with some unfinished thoughts.

Now she finally understood why that bastard liked to use weapons so much despite being so powerful in combat.

This feeling is so exciting.

Thinking of this, Belmod looked at the gin poured on the ground and sighed: "I thought it would be so powerful after genetic modification. Oh, it's really disappointing..."

"By the way, tomorrow night at six o'clock, there is a goal that needs to be solved at the Aipido Hotel. Let this be your first mission after returning."

"Wait a moment........"

Listening to the footsteps getting farther and farther in his ears, a trace of confusion flashed in Gin's eyes.

This familiar sense of oppression is unmistakable. Is what Belmode said true?

He stood up from the ground with difficulty: "Now that you all have such strength, what about the guys who repeatedly provoked the organization before?"

"Did you kill him?"

Belmode's face looked a little weird, and he shook the ring finger of his left hand, then smiled and said: "As a beautiful lady, you don't necessarily have to kill a man to deal with him."

"Did you see that in order to put this thing on my hand, he gave me all the ability to press the bottom of the box?"

"Also, Gin, don't forget, I am the person in charge here now. Just perform the task well and don't have so many problems."

"I...I know."

Gin gritted his teeth and slowly stood up from the ground, with a look of reluctance on his face.

Why, why exactly?

He had gone through inhuman torture and endured endless pain before he gained the strength he has today.

Why can these people...

"Brother, do you really believe what Belmod just said?"

Vodka suddenly came over with doubt in his eyes.