[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

... This person is very dangerous!

Before the nerves of my brain realized this, my body, which had been tempered and tempered, moved by itself.I pulled out the short knife on my thigh as fast as I could, held the handle of the knife with my backhand, and cut the man's throbbing blood vessel with the sharp blade. The shortest distance and the fastest speed, I planned to use an unexpected attack I forced him back and opened the distance, but I didn't expect that this man didn't even have the slightest intention to dodge.

Before the blade touched the thin layer of skin, the Italian man wearing a black hat held my wrist as if he had seen through my attack path, twisted his backhand, and a slight dislocation sound came from my wrist joint. came.

Dislocated, but still able to move.I followed up with a second attack.

In just three seconds of fighting, I judged that this man's strength was far superior to mine—whether it was strength, speed, skill, reaction ability or experience, to be honest, it was the first time I met such a powerful opponent. It was so strong that I was slightly shaken by the decision to "run away with Pengo Lie's ring".

He captured my shaking with beast-like insight, and the result was that I was caught by him, and I was hit in the abdomen-he held a gun in his hand, and the black and hard barrel pierced my chest like a dagger The abdomen seemed to be pierced deeply, and then all the internal organs inside would be crushed.

I tried my best to endure the pain and distanced myself from the other party, and finally I coughed violently. A large, disgusting smell of blood and stomach acid surged from my fragile throat. I doubt that I will stir up those The fragments of the internal organs were spit out.

With one hand in his trouser pocket and the gun in the other, his posture was relaxed but flawless. He was neither planning to defend nor to attack. He just said to me in a low voice: "I don't want to fight!" women' habits."

"I didn't explain it before," he politely nodded to me, "but it's not too late for you to know now."

I squeezed my lips tightly, swallowing back all the bloody smell in my throat.

There are only two pieces of information I can come up with right now.First, the man Monica mentioned is probably him. He is a killer and knows that I have the Vengley ring; second, he does not intend to kill me. He could make a hole in my stomach, but he gave up this opportunity, which shows that he not only wants to get the Vengley ring, but also wants to dig out information about the ring from my mouth.

From the first time I saw him until now, I have calculated no less than twenty ways to get rid of him in my mind, but I have rejected them one by one.It doesn't work, it doesn't work at all, the difference in strength is too great, and my chances of winning in a head-to-head confrontation are not even 5.00%.

I thought for a moment, then pulled out my pistol and held it firmly in my hand.I didn't obediently hand over Vongola's ring as a gift, nor did I show my willingness to cooperate with the other party, even though I knew it was the best and only feasible way to deal with the current situation—although I didn't know this ring The origin of the ring, but Pengo Lie Dakong ring belonged to the leader of Pengo Lie.The only one who can take it from me is Tsunayoshi Sawada.

I fired two shots into the ground expressionlessly, and the swift bullets bore into the ground with a series of sparks, and I opened two small black holes in the flat ground.

Seeing my movements, the man who had been keeping his composure suddenly felt a little strange. A strange look appeared on his handsome and indifferent face, but he quickly covered it up without a trace.He looked at me twice.

I straightened the dislocated joints and charged at him again.In melee combat, the role of guns will be reduced to the minimum. Compared with shooting, I still have more confidence in my melee combat. Eyes, throat, heart, spinal nerves... as long as I can hurt one place just won.

Unfortunately, even in close combat, this man did not reveal the slightest weakness.He crushed all my attacks, and finally threw me to the ground. With his left hand, he cut my hands back behind him. He held the pistol in the other hand, and pressed the cold muzzle against the back of my head, forcing my head to tighten tightly. Press firmly to the ground.

At this time, I heard a slight movement from the solid ground, as well as a small vibration that was easily overlooked.

The two bullets I had fired earlier burst out of the ground like freshly shelled, savagely growing plants, with sparks that hadn't dissipated.They are very well positioned, right next to my ears, and the two bullets and their sparks flashed in an extremely beautiful arc in my line of sight. These two arcs whizzed towards the man's carotid artery.

... I won!

My eyes followed the two bullets, watching them entangled and intertwined with each other, but there was a deviation in a key and subtle position. The two bullets did not shoot through the man's carotid artery, but just It brushed against the skin on his neck, leaving two scars that were not shallow but not deep.

Failed.

I was a little sorry, but soon cheered up. I have never succeeded in this trick that senior Reborn gave me. This time I just tried my best with slim hopes. I bet all my hopes and lives on the premise of foreseeing a fiasco. Even if I failed, I would not There will be no complaints.

"[CHAOSSHOT], very good." He said suddenly.

The man's face showed a sense of ease. He didn't show any doubts or surprises about the two bullets that shot out from the ground with strange shooting trajectories, and he didn't express any emotions about the wound on his neck. , although the blood oozing from the wound has already wet his white and neat collar.He is so calm that he is even a little indifferent, which is enough to show that he is a professional killer beyond ordinary people.

He glanced at the location where the bullet shot out, and then moved his cold eyes to my face, and continued: "You used this trick very well, but it didn't work for me."

I blinked my eyes, feeling all kinds of doubts and puzzles in my heart, and finally couldn't help but open my mouth and said, "Please wait a minute, why did you..."

He didn't answer my questions, and didn't even have the patience to hear me out.He inserted five slender and strong fingers into my hair, then grabbed my head and hit it on the ground. The strength was exquisite and skillful, and the angle of impact was also very cleverly chosen. In short, I didn't feel too much pain.

I was fainted by him.

When I woke up again, I still fell on the cold ground, but instead of the granite ground of the station, I lay sideways on the clean and tidy wooden floor.

The side of my face was pressed against the temperatureless ground, and I keenly smelled the material of the ground exuding a smell of age, which is an old taste that cannot be concealed even if it is carefully taken care of. A slightly darker color emerged from the space, it was definitely not dust or mud, but black dirt deposited by blood.

My arms were dislocated and I couldn't use my strength. My wrists were handcuffed behind my back.A chain was also put on the foot, and the other end of the chain was handcuffed to one of the feet of the fabric sofa.

I don't know what time it is, the view outside is blocked out by thick curtains, and there is no clock in the house to tell the time.

There was only one light turned on in the room, it was not bright, and it looked as if it would go out anytime and anywhere.I looked around the room with the help of the light. This is an exceptionally empty living room. There are only all kinds of furniture that should be in the living room. There are no traces of habitation left on the various furnishings in the house. It's like a space where ghosts live.

And the ghost that inhabits the place walks up to me with a pot of freshly brewed coffee.He walked past me without looking sideways, picked out two cups with beautiful patterns, and poured two cups of hot, rich-flavored coffee.

He put one of the cups of coffee on the ground and pushed it in front of me, indicating that this cup belongs to me.

I looked at the hot coffee in front of me, moved my handcuffed wrists, and couldn't help but say, "Sir, according to my current situation, I may not be able to accept your kindness."

He seemed to think that this was not a problem, and said unhurriedly: "It's okay, you can smell it."

Me: "...Thank you."

He picked the most comfortable seat on the sofa, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper, and treated me like a pet that had lost interest not long after it was brought back.I quietly touched the keyhole of the handcuffs with my fingers. There is a silver needle hidden in the inner layer of my sleeve that is specially designed to solve this situation. I can open this pair of handcuffs within two seconds.

It took him about 10 minutes to read a page of the newspaper, and then he turned his attention back to me.

"CHAOS," he said, which should have been his way of greeting, "I think we should get to know each other, little lady. My name is Nairu."

Verbal recognition is actually cross-examination.I understood what he meant, and said, "My name is Qin."

He repeated my name like a charm, as if doing so would immobilize me.He looked at my eyes and hair and asked, "This is a beautiful name that suits you. Are you Chinese or Japanese?"

"I am of Chinese descent and my ancestral home is in China."

"Country of Citizenship."

"Russian."

Then he asked me some simple questions, and I answered them one by one.In the end, he took out the Vongola Dakong ring and my pistol, put them gently on the table, and said to me with those cold black eyes: "We have a preliminary understanding...Little lady, you There are still many things that fascinate me about him, and for the next question, I hope you will not lie."

He paused and said lightly: "However, even if you lied, I won't have the heart to criticize you, but you may lose something."

I nodded knowingly.In fact, I'm not very good at lying, as long as I say something against my will, I will be easily seen by others.

He asked in a cold voice, "Vongola's ring, how did you get it?"

I honestly replied, "I picked it up."

Naru: "..."

Nail narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze, which was so cold that it could almost pierce a person's soul.I looked back at him seriously, and didn't think there was anything wrong with what I said.He didn't seem to find any flaws in my face. After a while, he asked the second question: "Your gun is a bit special. I've never seen this type of gun. Can you explain it?"

"This is the G. Locke 45, which incorporates the fifth generation of the U.S. Army's modular pistol system 'Summer Series'. It is advertised as the 'Ultimate Service Pistol'. It uses the G. Locke fifth generation The elements of the pistol, including smoother trigger force, enhanced grip texture, empty magazine hanger release lever that can be operated left and right, magazine latches that can be installed in reverse, modular grip back plate system, competition grade G. Locke Marks.man barrel," I explained according to his request, and briefly commented, "is the latest model after 18 years, and the price is 499 US dollars. This price is not so good when coupled with its performance. "

Naru: "..."

Nairu looked at me with the eyes of "I suspect you are lying but I have no proof", he caught the key words in my words, and his tone was slightly sarcastic: "18 years later? The latest model? You mean , are you from the future 18 years from now?"

I nodded truthfully and replied, "Yes, sir."

"...What you say is getting more and more ridiculous," he sneered, "Why don't you guess how many fingers you will lose?"

"No matter how many fingers I lose, my answer is the same. I won't lie." I said calmly.

He stared at me for a moment, then said, "One last question."

"[CHAOSSHOT], I don't remember who I taught this trick to," he said coldly, with a sarcasm hidden in his words, "Is this the latest shooting sport 18 years later?"

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"Mr. Naru, with all due respect, you are too rude." I frowned, unable to maintain my calm mood, and said in a dissatisfied tone.

"[CHAOSSHOT] is the unique skill of Senior Reborn. For the purpose of guiding the younger generation and educating people, Senior Reborn, who is both virtuous and talented, selflessly taught me this trick, which inspired me to keep forging ahead." I just said When I woke up, I couldn't help but be moved by Senior Reborn's mind and character. It was because of this that I couldn't bear the sarcasm in this man's voice.

I said decisively: "From your tone of voice, it seems that you understand this move quite well, but that's all there is to it. I don't think you will understand the true meaning of [CHAOSSHOT]."

Naru: "..."

Naru: "?"

The author has something to say: #I not only can’t recognize you, I also want to diss you#

Probably will continue to diss

Qinmei: Where did the pheasant come from and dare to touch my idol? ? ? 【wrong

[chaosshot] is Reborn's shooting move in comics

The introduction about guns comes from the Internet

I asked the name Nairu from the scarf, and I chose the best sounding hee hee hee

According to the world view of "Full Metal Panic", Qin Mei should be from the Soviet Union, but the world view of "Full Metal Panic" zz is not very zq, so she became Russian!