Conan's Beginning was Picked Up by Xiaolan

"Cough... cough..." Miller spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Xiaocheng in front of him who was still moving his right hand. How could it be possible? His bones must be broken.

Xiaocheng shook his right hand and connected the joint.

Miller's blow was so powerful that it not only dislocated his arm but also broke his bones. If it were an ordinary person, his right hand would have been crippled.

It's a pity that Xiaocheng has a very strong recovery ability. He may not be able to exert Zero's combat power, but his terrifying recovery ability still exists.

Xiaocheng pulled out the dagger that pierced his left hand with his right hand and slowly walked towards Miller. Everything ended there.

"Your left hand, hehe...ahem..." Miller looked at Xiaocheng's left hand that had recovered visibly with disbelief in his eyes. He then looked at Xiaocheng and couldn't help laughing.

"You really are an experimental subject, but I have only seen this terrifying recovery ability visible to the naked eye in one person. Are you one of them?"

After Miller finished speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood, but his eyes were always fixed on Xiaocheng.

"These are your last words." Xiao Cheng had already found his side and pulled out the sword that was stuck in Miller's left shoulder. He knew that Miller was already at the end of his strength.

If he hadn't struck that sword at the beginning, he might not have been able to beat the guy in front of him, but there are no ifs in this world.

"Haha, last words, maybe." Miller came back to his senses from the incredible thoughts in his mind and looked at Xiaocheng in a daze with a complicated look.

Xiao Cheng looked at Miller who was already seriously injured, clenched the sword in his hand, and looked at him: "Where have you seen me before."

"Uh...you forgot, you lost your memory, ahem, haha...maybe this is fate." Miller was a little stunned when he heard Xiao Cheng admit Zero's words. He forgot, he actually forgot...

Xiao Cheng's eyes were cold and he had already raised his sword.

"Do you still remember Anya?" Miller looked at Xiao Cheng who was about to swing his sword, and a trace of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.

Xiaocheng paused as he swung his sword. Anya?

This name was like a switch, and many fragments appeared in Xiaocheng's brain. His breathing became rapid and his brain felt like it was being torn apart.

But for now this guy has to die first.

"In your next life, put away your foolish and useless kindness."

The sword swung down, and a wave of blood instantly splashed from Miller's neck?

Miller covered his neck with his hands and looked at the sky, thinking of his brothers in the bureau. I'm sorry, brothers, I guess I can't go back...

Xiao Cheng knelt on one knee, with the blade stuck in the ground, one hand covering his head, and a fragment flashed through his mind...

"I'm sorry, my daughter is ignorant. I beg you gentlemen, in view of my struggle for the organization, please spare the lives of my wife and daughter."

In the clip, a man in his forties wearing a gray coat is kowtowing frantically.

"How about I send my wife and daughter to the organization as proton captives? They will never be able to leave the organization in this way. Please, gentlemen."

Werner stopped kowtowing and was trembling all over, but his face was very flattering. He was very scared, but he still tried to keep a smile on his face.

"Haha, you look like a dog, haha..." Number Twelve looked at Werner in front of him, his words full of sarcasm.

"Yes, Master Twelve is right, I am a dog, I am a dog." Seeing this, Werner also smiled apologetically.

"My lords, you all know me. I have also stood up for the organization..." Werner covered his neck. He still wanted to beg for mercy and save his wife and daughter.

But a white light flashed by, and a sword cut his throat, and there seemed to be two words engraved on the sword.

"Tsk. No. 0, you are really something. You acted so quickly. Why don't you torture him properly?" No. 12 saw No. 0 behind him, with dissatisfaction in his eyes, and a mad and morbid look in the depths of his eyes.

Number Zero ignored him. Number Twelve was not mentally normal to begin with, a complete lunatic. He looked at the two women in the corner, Werner's wife and daughter.

It was that girl named Anya who made the organization’s seven years of hard work go to waste.

All the hidden agents in the German military and political circles have been uncovered. He remembers that Anya is Werner's adopted daughter.

"Don't come over here..." Werner's wife immediately stood in front of Anya, trembling all over, holding a wooden stick that came from nowhere in her hand, which was ridiculous.

"Mom, I'm sorry." Anya hugged her mother and burst into tears.

She was originally an orphan, but was adopted by the Werners and became friends with Miller. She never thought that Miller was using her.

Taking advantage of her father Wilner's position in the Hand of God.

"Wait..." Number Nine's voice came from a distance.

Zero heard it, but he didn't care. He looked at the two pitiful girls in front of him, and finally glanced at Anya. He remembered that this girl seemed to have given him flowers before.

But her life should stop here for now. Zero's sword is very fast. At least when Nine arrived, he saw the Werner family lying on the ground.

Number Nine suppressed his anger at the moment: "Why didn't you wait for me?"

Zero ignored him and wiped the sword in his hand. Do you need to wait for someone to kill someone? What a ridiculous statement.

"Anya deserves to die, but Werner, I have already contacted the leader and asked him to spare his life. Zero, you..."

Number Nine was very angry. Werner was his man and had handled countless events, big and small, for him over the years.

Was he just killed by Zero? Nine didn't care about many people to begin with, and suddenly one of them was killed by Zero. The anger in his heart was about to overflow.

"Really?" In response to Number Nine's words, there was only a plain "Really?"

"you.."

"Number Nine, calm down." Number Seven stopped Number Nine and frowned slightly when he saw Number Nine's face.

"I'm really fed up with this. I'm also fed up with you, Zero!" Number Nine calmed down a little and looked at Number Zero coldly. Number Zero was disgusting, and so was this damn organization.

Zero watched Nine leave in anger, his eyes were like dead water, without a single ripple...

"Hu...Hu...Hu..." Xiaocheng was sweating all over, covering his head and breathing rapidly.

Anya? Miller, he remembered, Miller, one of the two trump cards of BKA.

He once used Anya to gain trust, and with the help of Werner, he gradually uncovered more than 80% of the Hand of God's hidden agents in Germany.

When Zero killed the Werner family, this man also stared at Zero.

Unfortunately, they were discovered by Zero, and two of the three died on the spot. If Miller hadn't had secret support from a sniper rifle.

I'm afraid he has already died at the hands of Zero.

Feeling the tearing sensation in his brain slowly subside, Xiao Cheng stood up, looked at Miller who was lying soundlessly on the ground, and then looked at his own body which was now covered in blood.

He pulled a bomb out of his backpack and put it in Miller's face?

Then he drained all the oil from the car and scattered it around, and then placed the bombs he brought in other places at the scene.

After he was done, he left. He had to find a place to deal with the blood on his body...