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Conan: I’m really not Tokyo Monster Story — Chapter 660: Killing a chicken with a slaughtering knife

Although Sano himself had actually been persuaded, there were still a few people who were not completely identified. After being confirmed at this moment, they all turned to look at Kuroda Hei, with solemn expressions on their faces. It turned out that Takeda had created several scum. .

Perhaps it can only be said to be a trivial matter.

But in terms of number of people, there are really as many as twenty people.

Then it definitely can’t be a trivial matter. At a small level, it’s the team, and at a large level, it’s the organization. When the time comes, let alone the outside world, it’s the official top management.

I’m afraid they won’t be able to calm things down easily.

Although speaking, it may only be the “bad guys” who suffer.

But high-level officials are never so meticulous, and they just cut everything off when they get angry.

No one knows how many people will be unlucky.

In response to the hesitant glances of his subordinates, Kuroda Heibei’s expression did not change at all as he listened to Saegusa calling out names one after another.

He took out his cell phone and made a call.

same moment.

Not too far away, Sano, who was wearing a Kurosawa blade vest, was looking at the dozen or so people gathered together – they should be considered lucky. These people may have received the news over there and actually took the initiative to meet. .

Are they planning to run away collectively, or are they going to kill them all and silence them all?

Sano wasn’t sure, but he was sure that he saved a lot of energy.

Originally, these thirteen people were distributed in three or four different places.

Even though we are still within the county, it doesn’t take much time to run through them all.

But how could Sano refuse when he was so offered?

So, Sano didn’t move, obediently waiting for the targets to appear one after another. Until now, it was time to finish the job.

“Dudu——”

The phone vibrated, Sano took it out and saw Kuroda Hei.

After answering the phone, Sano walked directly towards the Woodpecker Club members.

“……how’s it going.”

Unable to wait for a greeting, Kuroda Hei could only take the initiative to ask.

“Already found, all of them.”

“You haven’t started yet?”

“Just about to move.”

“How many people are there?”

“Thirteen.”

“Well, that’s right. Can you handle it?”

“…”

“…Come back to me after you’ve taken care of it.”

The call was immediately hung up, and Sano had already been noticed by the group of woodpeckers.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Sano’s outfit is so strange, he doesn’t look like a passerby at all, so he naturally attracts attention.

As police officers, these people are naturally qualified to ask questions.

Sano didn’t respond and just pulled out the wooden sword inserted in his belt.

This made the woodpeckers, who were already in a state of panic, change their expressions.

“do not move!”

One of them simply pulled out a gun, causing others to follow suit.

But Sano kept moving forward without stopping.

The woodpeckers, frightened and angry, issued several warnings in just two seconds. Although they did not receive any response, it was in line with normal procedures.

“boom!”

Bullets were fired at Sano.

But Sano was like a prophet, and turned to the left one step ahead.

Successfully dodge the bullet.

“Damn it!”

“There’s something wrong with this guy, kill him quickly!”

“Bang bang bang!”

For a moment, more than a dozen guns fired at Sano at the same time. Although they were all pistols, their number was no worse than one or two submachine guns. The dense bullets rushed towards Sano like a shower. This time it was no longer the case. You can easily avoid it by moving your feet or turning sideways.

…The core of Kurosawa Blade’s vest is the black sword.

Except for the momentum attribute, other attributes are very low.

The usual attack methods all rely on swordsmanship. Even in terms of displacement defense, they all rely on the unique force-generating skills of swordsmanship, except for dodge.

It depends on the mind.

The mind’s eye allows Sano to observe the surroundings from a God’s perspective. In addition to making it easier to control the overall situation, the close-to-perspective characteristic also enables targeted observation.

In addition, it can also be “slowed down”.

In this regard, even a hundred flexible attributes cannot be compared.

But the painful lesson of a certain forced king proved it.

It’s one thing to keep up with the “eyes”.

Whether the body can keep up is another matter.

Sano could easily dodge bullets when faced with one or two pistols, but not more than a dozen.

Although Sano still knew how to hide, his body could no longer keep up.

Unless you take a long distance approach to find a bunker.

But that would be too frustrating, Sano has a more powerful way to deal with it.

“Ding!”

Sano raised his wooden sword and knocked away the first bullet.

Immediately afterwards, his steps were erratic, avoiding the maximum number of incoming bullets. At the same time, he continued to swing the wooden sword, and the speed of swinging the sword was not very fast.

It can even be said to be very slow.

Of course, there are also force-generating techniques using swordsmanship, but the purpose of that technique is more towards the speed of turning the wooden sword, rather than the speed of swinging it.

This leads to what Sano looks like now.

Just like using a fan to drive away mosquitoes, he blocked the bullets very casually, and the wooden knife and bullets kept interlacing and shooting out sparks.

Is this kind of randomness completely different from other normal situations when dodging bullets, as fast and powerful as a tiger, or as nimble and agile as a rabbit? If you have to say it, it’s like fluttering paper?

It feels like it’s so close and within reach, but yet so far away.

As if apart from each other, like a girl in an ambiguous period, giving people hope but despair.

Provoke men’s psychology.

“Ding ding ding!”

There was a continuous crisp sound.

After the whole round, Sano moved maybe two or three times, but the overall position did not change at all, and even returned to the original position.

In addition, there was no injury or dust on Sano’s body, so if the bullets in the pistol had not been exhausted, the woodpeckers would have doubted whether the round just now was all their own imagination.

“Strange, monster!?”

“Don’t be stunned and quickly change the magazine, don’t shoot together, work together and take turns to shoot!”

Sano still moved forward unhurriedly.

It was as if they were deliberately giving the woodpeckers a chance to continue struggling.

After the second round, things didn’t change at all… To put it bluntly, there was no pause between the end of the second round and the beginning of the third round after the woodpeckers noticed something was wrong and re-divided the work.

The connection is quick.

Sano failed to move forward.

But this doesn’t make much sense.

The first round happened by chance, the second round was barely possible, but what about the third round?

He’s almost out of bullets, so what if he can be held back?

Can it be delayed for another few dozen seconds?

“No, it can’t be done, I’m leaving!”

Finally, before the fourth round entered the transition stage, one of the Woodpeckers completely lost their mentality and turned around and ran away completely ignoring their teammates.

And this also triggered a chain effect.

Unable to hold on any longer, he scrambled to run away, fearing that he would be unlucky if he ran a second too late.

The remaining woodpeckers were panicked and anxious.

Sano no longer hung around, a red light seeped out from under the white cloth that was blindfolded. After taking one step forward with one foot, the wooden knife stabbed forward – “Pfft!”

Several heads rushed up into the night sky, driven by the gush of blood.

The other end.

After Kuroda Heihang hung up the phone, Morofuku Takaaki and others beside him were thoughtful.

“Is it that one, the swordsman in white?”

“Um.”

Received confirmation from Kuroda Hei.

Zhu Fu Gaoming frowned: “You have known about the existence of other members of the Woodpecker Guild for a long time, and you have even arranged for people to deal with it. Why didn’t you tell them in advance… Forget it, this is not important. Each of the thirteen members of the Woodpecker Guild, They are all police officers. From what he said, they are all gathered together. The danger is so high, is it really okay to let him handle it alone?”

Zhufu Gaoming was worried that he could not handle it well, but he was also worried that he would lose his life if he could not handle it well, but Kuroda Biewei just laughed at this.

Conan also had strange eyes.

Thirteen armed enemies gathered together?

“If he is going to die at this level, it would be better for him to die quickly.”

After waving his hand and asking people to take away all the people who should be taken away, Kuroda Bei immediately withdrew first. Seeing this, the others had no choice but to do what they had to do.

As an important participant in this case, Sano needs to go back with him to take notes… Tsk, as expected, this old thing is still not very good.

If Tokyo is put aside, Sano still needs to make some notes. He can just find an excuse to put it off. When will he finally do it depends on the situation.

However, Sano also learned more details about this case.

For example, it was initially believed that the big toe of the headless, burnt corpse in Takeda was indeed his own, but the others were not, but belonged to the wanted robber who had been named and faceless throughout. As for the original The headless corpse was taken by Akiyama and used in the stage of suspended animation at Tsumabushiyama. Sano had anticipated this but had not confirmed it.

But that doesn’t matter.

The only thing that is more concerning may be the motivation part.

It turned out that in the two gun cases in Zhutian, in the first random shooting case, one of the passers-by who was accidentally killed was Akiyama’s sister.

He was hit in the forehead and died on the spot.

From then on, Akiyama started to hold a grudge against Yamato Kansuke… because the two were good friends.

Then after Akiyama became a police officer, he came into contact with the inside story of the Woodpecker Guild.

Sano really wanted to complain about this.

Because the Woodpecker Society’s main business is actually selling pistols that were confiscated in cases but hidden privately instead of handed over. This was the source of the pistols of the prisoners in the two cases, so Akiyama focused on it again. The entire Takeda group…but Sano really couldn’t understand it.

The power of an organization composed of more than twenty people is not too small.

Covering each other, doing some bad business, playing this?

It’s like using a knife that has been sharpened for a long time to kill chickens.

…In the arms business, profits are small but risks are high.

Especially in an environment like neon.

Unless the channels on both sides are very wide, they can make small profits but quick turnover.

Otherwise, whoever does it will be blamed.

Even so.

This is probably a way to pave the way and lay the foundation for other businesses, or it is just incidental, as mosquito legs are also meat.

Just make money from this.

No wonder they are all so poor after working so hard for more than ten years that they can’t even afford a car.

After finishing the note, Sano kicked Conan awake in the corridor and fell asleep while waiting.

The two of them came out of the police station together and prepared to go home.

“…No, brother, it’s already late at night. If we don’t find a place to sleep, why don’t we just go back by car? Are you in a hurry?”

Conan is really dissatisfied and really confused.

But he didn’t wait for Sano to respond, or for Conan to ask further details.

A car passed in front of me.

Through the car window, Kuroda Heiwei, who was in charge of driving, and the white figure on the passenger seat instantly caught Conan’s eyes.

…Kurosawa Blade?

Has this guy returned? Has the Woodpecker Guild taken care of it?

Conan really wanted to catch up with the car, or throw a listening device inside to eavesdrop.

Unfortunately it’s not possible.

But this reminded Conan of another thing.

“By the way Sano, have you seen Black Death recently?”

Conan thought of the black death whose body had not yet been found… Of course, he didn’t forget it after that day. He had contacted Sano afterwards.

It’s just that Sano followed his old habit and never responded.

Of course, Conan also knew that even if he contacted him, it would probably be useless.

So much so that as soon as the following cases came out, they were completely forgotten.

Seeing Conan’s eager eyes, Sano tilted his neck.

“Heidi, who is it?”

“…”

Conan’s expression became speechless.

Sano deliberately thought for a few seconds: “Oh, I remembered it, I haven’t seen it before.”

“…”

Conan’s expression became suspicious again.

…It’s not that I suspect Sano is lying, it’s just that Conan really doesn’t know what to do.

Is Sano’s memory really that good?

“I said, you won’t forget who I am after a while, right?”

Conan asked half-jokingly in order to adjust the atmosphere.

“Um……”

And Sano actually started to think seriously, and finally gave the answer: “Probably not, after all, you are such a plague, you will encounter him in a short time.”

“ha.”

Conan laughed angrily and said, “Isn’t it because you keep bumping into me?”

“Ah.”

Sano patted Conan’s head and stopped talking nonsense.

“Go back. If you don’t go back, you will have to pay for one night’s accommodation. Do you still have money?”

Conan: “…”

Farke!

I actually forgot that this happened.

After silently digging through his empty pockets, Conan took a deep breath, then showed a flattering smile, fluttering his short legs and catching up with Sano.

“Well, Sano, giegie, can you help me pay for the fare back home? Don’t worry, I will pay you back immediately when I send money next time!”

Facing Conan’s coquettishness.

Sano felt sick.

“You idiot, please pay me back the taxi money first. It won’t be difficult to borrow again after you have borrowed and repaid me.”

“Oh Sano giegie~”

“…”

at the same time.

Kuroda Hei is blaming Sano. To be precise, Kurosawa Blade went too far.

“It was too bloody, and I didn’t even pick an occasion to start a gunfight on the street. Do you know how many calls the police station received? And with your strength, you should be able to leave a few alive. Yes.”

…What Kuroda Hei said actually makes sense.

It was already a scandal in itself, but it was too late to suppress it, and it ended up being so big.

But there is not a single person left alive.

Even one of them can be thrown out as a scapegoat.

Now, who else can attract attention?

Even Kuroda Hei doesn’t know whether he should first make amends for Woodpecker or cover up the news for the subordinate next to him.

“Baiyi doesn’t exist anyway, so just blame me for public opinion.”

Sano said nonchalantly, leaving Kuroda Heiwei speechless for a while.


           


Conan: I’m really not Tokyo Monster Story

Conan: I’m really not Tokyo Monster Story

Status: Completed Author:

Summary

I, Sano Shinichiro, a time traveler, have a system.
Although the system's tasks are very strange, the rewarded equipment is even more... fresh and refined.
For example, a hammer that cannot cause damage, a small electric donkey that can fly quickly, a coat that turns into a roadie when used, sunglasses that cannot distinguish between humans and animals within 500 meters after wearing them, etc...
What, you ask me how to live better in this world?
Sano Shinichiro smiled faintly and put on his vest: "How can you not get stabbed when you are floating in the world? If you want to avoid getting stabbed, you have to open a trumpet. The more vests I have, the more slutty I will be. I will wave the flag of the winery."
When Akai Shuichi asked Conan what he thought of the black organization, Conan responded like this: The black organization? Although they act a little rough, they are all good people... Wait, which black organization are you asking about?

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