Gin, he ran away with Mr.

The fire blazed into the sky.

The successive explosions almost caused a buzzing sensation in the ears.

Bullets were fired wildly on the battlefield, and the comrades around him fell one by one.

Blood, gunshots, and the ruins behind him constantly shaking with the explosion.

Holding an unknown firearm in his hand, he numbly fired at the enemy facing him.

Maybe he has already hit a few bullets, maybe his body has already reached its limit.

But he just knelt numbly and pulled the trigger.

When will this war end?

"Amin! Get out of the way!"

With a terrified cry, a seemingly small spherical object flew from the opposite side.

Is it a grenade?His vision had begun to blur, and he couldn't see clearly.

Anyway, it's the bomb.

He moved his body with difficulty, desperately crawling to the side.

No, the body can't move at all, and the bomb is close at hand.

Suddenly, a pair of blood-stained hands jerked him to the other side, dragging him into a nearby trench.

The moment he jumped into the trench, there was a huge explosion behind him, and he seemed to be able to feel the heat wave from the explosion behind him.

"Amin? Are you okay!"

Beside him was a tall blond man.

He scrambled to find some tourniquets and rolls of bandages from the scattered medical kits nearby, and tried to tie them on.However, the bullet in the wound has not been removed, and the medical alcohol used for disinfection is gone.

On this battlefield full of corpses, if the wound is not properly treated, it is likely to be infected!

Maybe it was because he already knew that he would not be able to survive this war, but instead he looked forward to the coming of death.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if he was extremely tired.

"Amin, hold on a little longer! I have a solution!"

The blond man fumbled in his battle uniform for a while, and finally took out a small bottle.

"This is the wine from my hometown. The alcohol has a high purity and can be used for disinfection. It's just a little painful, so bear with it."

As he spoke, he poured the spirits in the small bottle onto the sand-stained wounds to rinse.

pain!

A severe burning sensation came from the wound and swept across the whole body.

He began to struggle, but was held down by the blond man.

"what!"

It hurts!

The pain from the wound was worse than a bullet!

There were still constant explosions and roars in my ears.

"Just a little longer...the war...will be over soon! We will...survive..."

The blond man protected him tightly, and the two embraced tightly in the trench.

The blond long hair, which was also stained with red blood, fell in front of him.

live...?

"Well!"

Kurosawa rubbed the sore corners of his eyes, sat up from the bed, and yawned lazily.

He dreamed of the battlefield again.

This may be the memory left by this body, because the memory is chaotic and cannot be recalled, so it appears in the dream.

Perhaps it was during this year that all the memories before the air crash were recovered, and the memory about this body seems to be gradually recovering.

Although it is still just a fragment, and all of it is about the battlefield, it has more or less revealed a lot of information.

It even gave him a lot of understanding of how to use gun machinery.

Although I only understand it through those memory fragments, when I really recall the process of using it, there is no difficulty at all.Like, I would have been like that.

Should I say, is it a good thing, or a bad thing?

Although I think it is unrealistic, but judging from the memory of this body, the era he lived in was at least half a century ago in a war-torn era in a certain country.

It's really... a bit unbelievable.

Could it be that the original owner of this body is not from this world?

Putting aside the messy thoughts in his head, Akira Kurosawa began to change clothes and wash up.

Speaking of which, I kind of... want to drink.

He walked to his own wine cabinet, where the fine wine he had collected these days was stored.Collecting fine wine was one of the first hobbies he remembered.It's just that due to the fact that this body is still underage, it has been a long time since I tasted it.

Speaking of which, when he was still a company owner, he was also a wine lover who never got drunk.

As for the funds used to buy fine wine?

Don't worry, there is a bank card in the information bag with him that is enough for ordinary people to spend a few lifetimes. Besides, as far as he knows, new funds are constantly pouring into the card every month.

He has tried, the balance of funds on the bank card has been kept at a stable figure, no matter how much he deposits and withdraws, the apparent figure will not change.It was most likely the work of the man who brought him to this place.

It's fun, isn't it?

He glanced at the wine cabinet. He always felt that something was missing before, but he finally remembered it today.

One wine is missing.

spirittus, "water of life".

The world's highest alcohol content, the strongest wine.

Kurosawa quickly changed his clothes and was ready to go out to find the wine he was thinking of.

The weather is fine today, cloudless, and it just so happens that the school is on holiday.

only......

"I'm really sorry, sir. Because of the robbery of a 10 billion yen armored vehicle a few days ago, our bank is temporarily..."

Kurosawa stood helplessly at the door of the bank.

Ah, what a headache.

Obviously just contacted a well-known foreign winery, it seems that they have to wait for a few days to see the precious wine.

Akira Kurosawa walked aimlessly on the street, after thinking for a long time, he decided to take a taxi home.

Because it happens to be the time when the traffic on the street is the largest, and you have to wait in line to take a taxi, and now, there is another man in front of Akira Kurosawa.

It's really troublesome, if I knew it, I wouldn't have run so far.

"Sister Xiaolan, hurry up and get in the car!"

Just when the man was about to get into the car, a childish voice sounded from beside him, and a little boy rushed to the car with the door open and got in.

"You kid, what team are you joining!"

The man picked up the boy angrily, but he didn't want to be snatched by the rushing girl.

"My father was buried alive by the snow in the snow mountain, and he was about to die. If we don't hurry, it will be too late!" The girl shouted.

However, the man's face was full of black lines, who would believe such words!

Seeing that a quarrel was about to start, the driver hurriedly got out of the car to try to persuade them to fight.

As a result, he accidentally stepped on his right foot with his left foot, fell down and fainted.

"It's over, it's over! What should we do now!"

Seeing Masami Hirota gradually disappearing from sight in the car, the two fell into deep despair.

"Xiaolan, Conan? Why are you here?" Akira Kurosawa stepped forward and asked in surprise.

"Ah! It's Kurosawa-kun! I remember you said before that you are learning to drive!" Xiaolan pulled him excitedly, "Can you help us chase someone?"

Akira Kurosawa was stunned, and then he was pushed into the driver's seat by a burst of thrust.

Looking at the two people, one big and one young, who quickly sat behind him, he finally twitched the corners of his mouth uncontrollably.

Sorry, Mr. Driver.

Then, as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the car shot out like an arrow off the string.

"what!!!"

The two people sitting in the back seat tightly grasped the handlebars on the car, feeling the crazy speed of the car.

The scenery outside the window keeps receding, and I can still see the neighboring cars passing by several times and almost colliding with them.

Conan looked in horror at the calm Akira Kurosawa in the driver's seat, and even forgot the reasoning just now.

This guy, this guy must have never learned to drive before!

Of course, Akira Kurosawa has never learned to drive. When he was the boss, he would do everything with others, and it was not his turn to drive by himself.As for being able to drive so smoothly now, it may be the instinct left by the body.

To be honest, he felt a little nostalgic for this kind of super-speed chase experience!

It's just that, obviously, I have worked hard to draw a clear line with Conan, why did I still encounter this when I went out!

Sure enough, he has the physique of a elementary school student of death!Always in the process of dying!

Just as he was thinking, the accelerator under his feet was stepped on to the limit.

The time that was originally delayed due to the farce was also caught up in this crazy speed!

just... just a little bit...

They came to a pier.

The two people in the back seat resisted their dizziness and rushed in hastily, leaving Akira Kurosawa sitting leisurely in the driver's seat.

"boom!"

A shot went off.

It's too late, Conan.

He opened the door and got out of the car, ready to leave the place where the police would soon be surrounded.

After all...he doesn't want to be interrogated by the police uncle, why is the minor driving a taxi on the road without a driver's license! ! !

Slip away, Conan should be able to handle this kind of thing.

So, Kurosawa abandoned the car without any psychological pressure, turned around and left.

A black Porsche 356A slowly drove out from the warehouse next to the pier.

The long-haired man sitting in the passenger seat glanced thoughtfully at the taxi parked by the side of the road.

This taxi...

"Hello, is the bank available now?"

"All right, sir."

Akira Kurosawa happily walked to the ATM and entered the password.

Sure enough, Conan solved the case, and the bank here immediately operated normally.

Put that magical bank card into the ATM, and the displayed balance is still the original normal figure.

At this time, the cash machine seemed to be stuck, and the normal number began to skyrocket, and stopped at the data with almost countless digits.

The whole process was just a slight flash, and even the surveillance behind him might not be able to capture it.

But Akira Kurosawa's eyesight far surpassed that of ordinary people could clearly see the whole process.

Shock!Am I that rich!Akira Kurosawa's hand that was just about to enter the withdrawal amount froze in mid-air.

Speaking of...

Akira Kurosawa blinked innocently. If he read correctly, the data just now had another change at the end.

like......

It just happened to be 10 billion yen more...

"Click!"

After returning to the organization's base in Tokyo, Gin threw the gun in his hand on the table angrily.

Although the 10 billion yen was successfully obtained, the woman he killed today still caused a lot of trouble.

Not only because of the leak of the undercover list these days, it inexplicably doubled his workload.It is even more because of the appearance of the traitor, Sherry.

What Gin hates the most is traitors.

Sherry's status in the organization is not high, and there is not much information about the organization that can be obtained.However, she is a member of the drug research team, responsible for the development of the unfinished APTX-4869, which is still in the test, a poison that was originally used to kill people invisible.

But now the plan that should have been terminated a year ago has been brought up again.

The "new top management" of the organization are still waiting for this "elixir of life" that is about to be completed.

But who would have thought that the woman he killed a few days ago who was against the organization became the fuse of Sherry's rebellion.

Cut, why can this kind of thing be brought to him, let him handle it!

And because of Sherry's defection and the leak of the undercover list, the already chaotic organization became even more difficult to control.

Sherry!Don't let me catch you!

The author has something to say:

Gin: What should I do if the workload has increased inexplicably?

An unscrupulous leader: Then run away with me!

Gin:  …

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