Conan Dressed As Gin

There was no one to guard the safe passage on the seventh floor, and Shan Heqing hid at the door smoothly and looked inside.

The gunshots became distant, presumably they were heading for the eighth floor.

There are only scattered corpses left on the ground. There are foreigners, but more are organized people.

Shan Heqing's face sank.

He held the gun and walked in vigilantly step by step.

The seventh floor is not a coherent large space - only the large conference room here at the gate has a full face of large glass.

The rest is made up of room by room, there are many corridors, and every main road leads to the stairs on the eighth floor.

This also means that Cohen can't help him in the next way.

"Cohn, go and help Chianti." He said helplessly.

"Cohen, I'm at the junction in the east section, and at least half of the road here is blocked! It's great for you to come!" Chianti interrupted in the wireless microphone, "Go to the intersection in the west section and stop there! This way I It's easier~"

"Understood." Cohen said dully.

Shan Heqing followed the sound of gunfire, and there were still several corpses lying down in the corridor along the way, which just pointed the way for him.

The speed of walking is not slow, and he thought quickly in his mind.

If he fought guerrillas, he might have killed twenty-four rebels/parties. But now time is obviously not allowed, he has to think of a faster way.

The only thing in his hand that can group attack is a flash/light bomb, which does not pose much threat, and is still a thing that does not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

How to do it?

... It seems that there is really no other way but to push hard.

Walking through this corridor, in front of you is the stairs to the eighth floor, where there is a lot of space. The gunfire was intense, and it looked like they were all here!

Shan Heqing inadvertently looked up and saw the camera above the corridor, the little red dot was still lit.

Still monitoring - the boss might be watching.

His heart tightened and he no longer hesitated. Boldly holding the gun in both hands, he rushed over—

Protect your head, just protect your head, and no other place exists!

With this recitation in his heart, Shan Heqing also aroused a bloodthirsty tyranny, and fired his left and right hands at the same time, firing tongues of flame one after another.

On the stairs on the eighth floor, there were only a few organization personnel standing, and they were still retreating. A dozen foreigners surrounded them and opened fire, including eight foreigners with live ammunition and body armor.

That's betrayal/party! So the rest are trash fish or weak chickens!

Shan Heqing's target was those who didn't wear bulletproof vests, and shot a few people before they were prepared to shoot them!

A person who looked like a leader reacted quickly and shouted something. Five or six foreigners immediately broke away from the encircling team and rushed towards Shan Heqing, firing the assault/machine/gun in his hands.

What the hell! Another six to one! Shameless!

Shan Heqing retreated to the corridor. The place was narrow and he couldn't escape such a dense number of bullets. Suddenly, he was shot on his arm and calf.

"Hey!" He couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Really...really sour! This pain!

As an ordinary young flower grower, he has never done a small operation, and never felt too much pain.

But as a gin, he has experienced many battles, and gunshot wounds and stab wounds are very common.

Now he has been shot a few times. On the one hand, he feels the pain to death, and on the other hand, he actually feels that he is quite used to it...

The painful part of the mind wanted to keep him still, but the current situation and the boss simply didn't allow it.

- Maybe the boss is watching from the overhead camera!

He tried his best to keep his face down, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, looking confident. The murderous aura and momentum are fully on, and the agile skills dodged another wave of bullets, and while moving, he quickly began to change the clips.

Even with a bullet stuck in his arm, he still managed to move fast. Being gin...it's not easy.

While guarding against getting a headshot, he bombarded the enemy. These guys without body armor are a lot less skilled. Shan Heqing took a few chances and killed two people.

He had thought about pulling these people who also deal with the organization into his influence.

But after thinking about it, these people are organized and leaders. He might just get in trouble if he pulled over.

Now it seems, fortunately did not go to contact with them.

Forty or fifty people dared to fight against the organization, and now there are only a dozen people left, and one of the organization's bases has not been killed yet.

In the future, he has to remember that he cannot do such stupid things.

"How dare you get distracted when you fight with us! It's amazing!" A foreigner on the opposite side suddenly said contemptuously in blunt Japanese.

"Hmph." Shan Heqing sneered before talking to him without distraction.

The hand/gun made a "click" sound, and there was no more bullets!

This is the most difficult time, because he completely relies on walking to avoid the siege of four people, and he has to change bullets quickly.

Damn... I'm running out of magazines on my waist...

And just now he slowed down a bit, and was shot in the shoulder again.

Should I use a flashbang...

no. There are more than a dozen people over there. Flashbang words...

A shot grazed his cheek, and a burning pain came—

Shan Heqing gritted his teeth.

Don't use it now, when will it be used! I don't know if it will last for a while!

He pulled the tab and threw it. With one last glance at the distance, he closed his eyes, and rushed forward from the right.

"@￥%@!!" The four foreigners roared angrily, shooting randomly with their guns.

Shan Heqing also felt a tingling in his eyes, but he didn't feel that he couldn't open his eyes, nor did he cry.

A lot of random bullets hit his chest and arms. He snorted, opened his eyes quickly, pulled out his knife, and walked around to several foreigners.

- There are not many bullets, so use them sparingly.

They covered their eyes and shot indiscriminately, with tears streaming down their eyes, and one of them even retched a few times before staggering to the ground.

good chance! Take advantage of the few seconds they can't open their eyes to kill them!

Shan Heqing first stabbed a knife into his temple from behind a person. The man screamed and fell down.

The other two heard the sound and quickly turned their guns around. Shan He quickly grabbed the dizzy one on the ground, used it as a meat shield, and rushed towards the two of them.

The two were shooting again. The poor man on the ground was sent to the sky by his own people in a dizziness.

The two guns clicked and the bullets ran out!

God bless my piano!

Shan He pounced neatly, one knife at a time. tossed aside.

...not really human work.

He complained in his heart.

It took only six kills, and he was injured all over. A dozen or so left. Can he really live to the end?

Shan Heqing expressed deep suspicion.

"The scientists have moved! Big brother!" Vodka's voice suddenly sounded.

"Got it." Shan Heqing said.

He breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel a little dark in front of his eyes, and his mind began to faint.

not good! This is not the effect of the flashbang just now...it's too much blood loss!

Shan Heqing looked down at his hands, which were already not very neat, and his legs that were in pain now that he was standing.

At least five or six bullets were stuck in his body, and the blood was still flowing, but he didn't have time to take it out.

...only as a matter of urgency.

"You go upstairs quickly." He said coldly.

... Come on guys, if I don't come, I won't be able to bear it anymore.

Taking a deep breath, Shan Heqing tore off the foreigner's shirt on the ground, wrapped it around the wound on his body, and tied it tightly—

Pain Pain Pain Pain!

He almost burst into tears.

It's not that he doesn't want to maintain his image anymore! Physiological response is really unstoppable! Gin is also a person!

BOSS, don't deduct points for this!

Almost contorting his face, Shan Heqing tried his best to control his expression to "no expression" again.

He removed the guns and magazines from several people and hung them on his body. Turned out of the corridor again with the assault/machine/gun. It's just that the steps are a little unfavorable, and I don't dare to walk with a lame leg—both legs are shot, and it hurts wherever the force is.

This floor is empty.

He chased up again.

However, it seems that the people in the organization have received orders and no longer resist. Blindly retreat upwards.

Shan Heqing also chased up to the twelfth floor in a daze.

What is this trying to do? The thirteenth floor is the top floor, where the brains that manage the organizational system are located!

He was in a hurry.

Because of the fast running, the wound on the leg is useless with a cloth strip. There was blood again, merging into a sinuous red all the way behind him.

Shan He Qing's heart is not good.

what is this! I am a gin. Battle-hardened gin! hold onto!

He hypnotized himself in his heart, trying to maintain his momentum on the surface.

How is gin made! It only hurts in my heart, but don't say it! You have to endure until the end of the mission!

But in front of me...it seems to be a bit dizzy.

Shan Heqing leaned against the wall, trying his best to see the retreating members of the organization in the distance, as well as the foreigners who continued to chase after him.

"Om-" the phone suddenly rang.

Shan He Qingshou pressed the answer button reluctantly.

"Thank you for your hard work. The mission is over here, and the rest is just fine." The boss's voice softened a lot.

...watch? Is it—!

Shan Heqing was refreshed and suddenly looked up into the distance.

The members of the organization simply gave up their resistance and fled to the top floor. When the foreigners didn't respond, many small openings were opened in the ceiling near the stairs, and the gun/head stuck out. There are also many bullet holes on the surrounding side walls. All started firing violently.

He watched as a row of bullets shot from the side walls hit him.

—Fuck!

Shan Heqing almost wanted to swear, rolled on the spot in embarrassment, and threw himself into the room next to him.

This firepower is too ferocious, and it doesn't even consider the enemy or me.

He heard the screams one after another coming from outside, and thought depressed.

The author has something to say: lie in a big groove! ! ! My list this week is actually 20,000 words! I am the homepage qwq so I need to add 20,000 words!

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