Conan after going to the wrong set

Amidst the screams, Bacardi knelt down and panted.

His arm was drooping in an extremely twisted posture, the bones were protruding, and the pain from rubbing against the blood vessels and muscles was simply insane.

Many people couldn't stand the pain and passed out, and it's really thanks to him that he can last until now.

"I left you in the research team back then, I'm sorry." Jiu Lanxuan supported the arm that was also dislocated, her face was pale, and she stared at Manxi with a serious expression on her face.

But at the same time as this expression showed, his heart was stained with a layer of regret.

pity.

Bacardi's temperament is too tough, he will take revenge, even if a small thing offends him, he may grit his teeth and remember it

Jiu Lanxuan asked herself that she had never offended him, so she incurred such resentment.

One can imagine how arrogant and domineering he was in the experimental group organized.

It's because of this kind of talent that Shirley doesn't want to return to the organization, right?

The burgundy eyes reflected Bacardi's embarrassed figure, and the thin man relied on excellent medical experiments to correct the misplaced bones on his arm by gritting his teeth.

The pain caused by this correction is unimaginable.

To be honest, even the current Bacardi almost fainted from the pain, and his eyes turned red.

Although he will experience a moment of pain, the pain in his arm after a moment is not enough to affect his combat effectiveness.

Jiu Lanxuan's indifferent expression made his lips bloody from being bitten, and he felt that he had been insulted endlessly.

"You kid wants to die..." Bacardi clasped the joints, the expression on his face was already distorted.

"good."

"Number 17, shoot!" Bacardi looked at Jiu Lanxuan so angrily that he raised his voice and shouted without turning his head.

The man named 17 only raised his eyelids, and then said slowly: "Didn't you say that you want to capture Jiu Lanxuan alive yourself? It's a pity that such precious blood flows outside the laboratory."

"I told you to shoot that girl!" Bacardi growled in a voice that couldn't be denied.

Number 17 was taken aback.

He instinctively glanced sideways at Jiulan Youji who was standing beside him, and the other party's concerned eyes were still on Jiulanxuan, as if he hadn't expected what kind of cruelty he would encounter next.

No. 17 twitched the corners of her mouth, her eyes seemed to reveal helplessness: "Hey, she is..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard another clicking sound, and when Bacardi and his own attention were shifted to Jiulan Yuki, Jiu Lanxuan stepped on the ground to use his strength to charge forward, and flew forward in an instant In front of Bacardi, he swung his knife again.

The still immature fingers were clenched tightly, the fist was glowing with blood, and the knuckles that were clasped at some point were even more cruel.

This time the blade hit Bacardi's chest with an unstoppable cold light.

Bacardi retreated instinctively, but No. 17 on the other end slowly raised his arm, pointed the gun at Yuki Yuran, pulled the safety catch, and pulled the trigger.

Jiu Lanxuan's movements froze immediately.

But this time, it's different from last time.

Once he stopped, Bacardi didn't give him a chance to act.

The fist that was raised again was unavoidable, and the fist bumped into Jiu Lanxuan's body.

The dull collision was mixed with a person's painful panting | Jiu Lanxuan took two or three steps back, instinctively clutching her chest.

But Bacardi had to give up as soon as he saw it, he and Jiu Lanxuan kept a safe distance, stuck out their tongue|heads and licked the blood|stains made by the blade on their upper fingers, the smell of blood made him squint his eyes comfortably.

Bacardi licked the corners of his lips, looked at Jiu Lanxuan who was panting constantly, and felt that his playfulness was enough, so he said, "Young Master Jiulan, let's capture him without a fight."

"... just grab it?" Jiu Lanxuan raised her hand to wipe away the blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, and looked at him, "Aren't you considering letting go of my sister?"

"The weak have no right to choose." Bacardi raised his chin, "The opportunity to choose your destiny is in my hands."

"Leave me alone..." Jiulan Youji opened her mouth anxiously and was about to say something, but was covered by No. 17, and the muzzle of her temple was pressed inward.

Jiulan Yuji wanted to struggle, but she was helpless, she could only look at Jiulanxuan with her eyes open, trying to give him a hint.

Jiu Lanxuan sighed.

And Bacardi's gesture of treating Yin Kurosawa as a compromise is a compromise, and he looked at him with a sneer: "Have you figured it out? The turtle in the jar? You two will make me the biggest gain."

Jiu Lan returned his gaze.

On the 17th, he pulled out a bottle of test tube from his waist and threw it to Bacardi-this is a magical potion developed in cooperation with the CIA to resist the power of pure blood.

After fighting with Jiu Lanxuan, Bacardi felt that his vanity was greatly satisfied, and the next step was to turn his back on him and deal with him completely.

"I will study you carefully, thank you for your contribution to mankind." Bacardi poured the potion into the special pistol, aimed it at Jiu Lanxuan's head, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He predicted that this potion would not kill the pure-blooded Jiu Lanxuan, but he couldn't hide either.

Jiu Lanxuan looked at Bacardi quietly until water mist shot out from the black hole's muzzle, and sighed again: "I said earlier, this potion is only for juvenile pure blood vessels." Even ordinary juveniles Noble vampires can't deal with it.

There is something scent in the air.

No. 17 instinctively felt a sense of crisis. He didn't know what to think of, and backed away with a drastic change in expression.

And Bacardi suddenly felt pain in his waist, he instinctively lowered his head, but saw a hand had already sunk into his waist.

Who is this. . . . ?

boom!

Before Bacardi came back to his senses, there was darkness in front of his eyes.

His whole body was thrown, and the blood was like a fountain, drawing graceful traces in the air.

He opened his eyes, like withered flowers, his vitality was rapidly drained, and the scenery in front of him was even darker.

The wind is stronger.

The strong wind and sea of ​​fire carried the dust that made people unable to open their eyes, raging wildly in the woods, pushing the atmosphere to the climax of despair.

Jiulan Xuan and "Jiulan Youji" cooperated very well. After a hit, the two retreated quickly and stood back to back in a fighting posture.

As the CIA on the 17th, his reaction force was much faster than that of Bacardi in the research team, and he had already put a safe distance away from several people the moment he realized something was wrong.

At this time, No. 17 was staring at Jiulan Yuki's face. As the two sides retreated, the distance was a little far away, and under the raging flames, he could only vaguely see that the girl with long hair reaching her waist slowly tore her apart with her hands. Excess items on the face.

Under the mask, unlike Jiulan Youji's immature and delicate face, that delicate face is full of the charm of a mature woman.

There was still a faint smile on the corner of the woman's lips.

"Bermod! It's you!"