The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

Tokyo is Japan's premier metropolis. There are far more filth and filth under the bustling city than imagined. There are countless factories and unfinished buildings abandoned for various reasons. people care.

At the moment there is a chasing shootout going on. With the sparks from the tires rubbing against the ground, the light-yellow-painted Toyota in the front almost completed a drift and corner, and the bullet shot through the rear windshield. Embedded seat.

The man with short silver hair was riding a motorcycle and biting it tightly. He controlled the car with one hand, turned the lights to the maximum, and held a pistol in the other hand, but because of the poor visibility at night and the uneven road surface, most bullets were All were shot in the air, leaving only a few bullet holes in the body, but the wheels were unscathed.

It was inconvenient to reload in this situation, and when only three bullets remained, he stopped firing.

The guy he was chasing wasn't very good, the Toyota had been cratered by multiple mishaps, and the distance between the two was shrinking.

The man who consciously held the victory evoked a **** smile, and the distance between them was shortened to the range of ten meters.

The wind in May was still cold, the moon slowly emerged from the clouds, and the cold light illuminated the man's ferocious face.

The moment he raised his gun to aim, the right window of the Toyota in front lowered, and a hand stretched out from it. The intuition he had developed in life and death made him turn the handlebar subconsciously. The motorcycle tilted suddenly, and the bullet left on his face. A long streak of blood.

Good marksmanship.

As expected of... Tiaozi's lackey.

He controlled the motorcycle to move continuously, the distance was still shortening, and the front tire almost quickly reached the level of the rear of the car.

The motorcycle was attached to the blind spot on the left rear of the Toyota. The oppressive shooting missed its target. The man sneered and shot through the side window of the Toyota's rear seat.

The loss of control of the vehicle caused by shooting the wheels from such a distance is likely to involve him, so he intends to jump into the car and confront it head-on.

Toyota slammed its tail, and the man who had expected it easily avoided it, but when he was about to jump out of the car, he was shocked to find that Toyota did not return to the original route as expected.

The light yellow-painted car spins in circles as if out of control.

With a screeching brake sound, it slammed into the motorcycle, the latter took off in place, and even the killer with short silver hair was thrown into the sky.

When he got up in dismay, he looked up and found a small reflection upstairs in the distance.

There are snipers there. That's the guy who blew the tire.

Although their goal is the same, in this case not peers, but competitors.

The bullet from the sniper rifle easily penetrated the Toyota's casing, and the person inside had to open the door and get out of the car, roll nimbly and hide in the blind spot of vision.

The one on the motorcycle is Ireland. Who is the sniper who suddenly appeared?

Ley?

Scotland... It's actually Mr. A. He exhaled, pushed out the shells and poured them out, and then reloaded the bullets one by one. Not only was the movement not smooth, but he also looked a bit stupid.

Although Japan's police use is also of the revolver system, Qiu Ze Yao has almost never used it, and the number of shots fired is very limited. Not to mention the reloading, so he was very unaccustomed to using it.

But have to use it.

Gin has no intention of coming back, so I don't know if there is Toru Amuro's handwriting here.

In short, now it can only be self-reliant by Mr. A. At this moment, Qiu Zeyao is already waiting on the roof of fate. As planned, Mr. A brought a tool man, pretending to be chased and killed all the way to meet up, but now there is an unexpected surprise. outside the situation.

Who is the sniper in that building?

If it really is Shuichi Akai, then Toru Amuro, who is on the line with him, must also be here.

That is to say, the fake news he sent with Zhu Fu Jingguang's mobile phone was seen through, the other party was not misled by him, and the originally expected 20 minutes of action time was invalid.

In Tokyo, who else can hit the tires of a moving car four hundred and fifty yards away at night.

Mr. A wiped his forehead, which was broken when the vehicle was out of control, and pursed his lips. In fact, he didn't have to go to great lengths to avoid those two people at all.

Because this incident is difficult to connect with him, the white ghost who did it is not Mr. A, and he carefully avoided any possibility of exposure when he disguised himself as a spectacle. The only suspicious point is the innocuous A Jun didn't go to class today, he can use truancy to fool him at home, or he can choose not, because it doesn't matter anyway.

He just... didn't think Amuro could see these, the corpse of a friend, or a blood flower accompanied by the sound of gunfire.

Give him a little more time, and the bottom-level personnel that Mr. A has found can quickly do the finishing touches. When the other party receives the news that the traitor has been resolved, the body will be buried somewhere nearby.

At the same time, an email from a friend will basically overturn the fact that the traitor is dead, and there will not even be a time lag during this period.

If that person is really Shuichi Akai—

A figure stood on the edge of the rooftop, and the tied white hair reflected a cold luster under the moon. He looked down at the barren street below, and a man wearing a black baseball cap and a stand-up collar trench coat of the same color hurried past. He looked left and right, but never looked up.

not him…

Qiu Ze Yao breathed a sigh of relief and recognized this person as Calvados. The reason it's only half loose is because this guy is Belmode's well-known licking dog.

Qiu Ze Yao would not believe him if he came here without Belmod's signal.

Is it for the white ghost?

Where did that woman get the news from?

Qiu Ze Yao jumped back to the inside of the rooftop when the rapid gunshots came from below, and quietly hid in the dark.

He moved his fingers, which were slightly stiff from the low temperature.

Calvados, the cannon fodder in the main story Full Moon, Ireland, the original character in the theater version, if you choose to kill one of these two people, it is of course the latter.

So even though Mr. A's actual combat ability could not reach the level of one-to-two counter-kills - not to mention using an unfamiliar weapon - he still concentrated his firepower on Ireland as much as possible, just in case.

He chose this person in the first place, and he didn't mean to directly abolish it, such as hemiplegia... and so on.

After all, one less theatrical protagonist can also be a little less dangerous. The famous scene of Gin driving a helicopter to shoot down the Tokyo Tower - oh, just don't appear.

Therefore, the plan is no more than change.

boom!

After persevering for a long time, Toyota was finally penetrated the fuel tank and was completely scrapped in the explosion.

The fire light illuminated the surroundings, and the two people who gathered here for the same purpose could see each other clearly. They obviously did not know each other. Calvados glanced at the embarrassed Ireland, who was unwilling to grit his teeth, But knowing that he was injured, he couldn't grab the opponent who was in good condition. Under the threat of Calvados, he would throw it away, raising his hands and palms inward, signaling to give up.

The target is already showing signs of fatigue, no matter how good the opponent's head is, the single-shot can only hide in the east under the intensive firepower, he is not like the unknown silver-haired guy who only brings a favorite weapon and dares to run. Chase down traitors.

Calvados snorted and loaded fresh ammunition into his hand.

He chased the target who was tired of hiding and came to a relatively intact downstairs. There was his sniper rifle on the roof of the building in front of him. He was not sure whether the other party was intentional or coincidental. Pull the trigger, and the continuous bullet drives the target into the building.

Ha, the mouse has entered a dead end.

The smile at the corner of his mouth froze as he was about to take shape. He heard the sound of cars coming from behind and approaching under the night, and his hormone-flooded brain finally cooled down. The task that Belmod gave him was not to kill.

Wait, maybe it's white hair, the guy just now seems to have similar silver hair color, and it doesn't look any different from white hair at night.

It was the same person who had been chasing the target all the way here. Even Belmod's information was a step behind, and he was the one who cut it here by taking a shortcut.

The corners of his lowered mouth twitched again, and he entered the building without hesitation.

This is his chance to perform.

A guy who escaped under the nose of the organization for four days, and finally died at his hands, Belmod will definitely value him more.

He eagerly followed in the footsteps of Scotland. He kicked the rusted door open. After hiding in a corner to avoid the initial shot, he couldn't wait to rush to the balcony. There were no obstacles here, and he was only twenty miles away from the target. meters or so.

Calvados had already been replaced as expected, and it was almost impossible to shoot in the air at this distance.

But he shot crookedly, or in other words, the opponent made a dodging action the moment he aimed, he subconsciously shifted the muzzle, but it was a fake action. He was so excited that unnecessary emotions clouded his judgment.

The opponent rolled to the right with a short body, and quickly regained his balance by pressing his back against the protruding wall of the rooftop, and then raised his gun—

It fired a bunch of projectiles, most of them missed, but some of them hit the opponent's body. The blood was not very obvious on the dark clothes. From the results, it should be that the left arm and part of the torso were injured, which is obviously the target. Deliberately. Because he is right-handed, these injuries do not affect his use of the gun.

Calvados' pupils instantly shrank into needles. After the previous confrontation, he couldn't be more clear about this man's marksmanship. The aiming time was almost zero, but it was terrifyingly accurate. The corpses are cold now.

Not to mention the current distance-

Can you escape? In which direction do you hide? Will it be predicted?

boom!

Calvados opened his eyes wide, and he quickly turned around to look in the direction from which the gunfire came from. His eyes only caught a moonlight-like afterimage.

White, cleaner and brighter than silver—

He has always been focused on Belmod in the organization, and most of the other things have been forgotten, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered the rumors he had heard before.

It turned out that the person Belmod had brought to his attention was the White Ghost.

"Ah!" Realizing that the goddess's mission was about to fail, the man immediately recovered.

However, no matter how he looked, he couldn't see the flashing figure. Since the other party could appear here quietly, it would be easy to leave.

The sound of stepping on the fire stairs suddenly sounded hurriedly, Calvados became vigilant, temporarily put his grief aside, and in the direction of the muzzle, a man came up.

Those dark green eyes swept across him, and when they landed on the person leaning against the wall at the edge, it seemed as if a layer of ice had condensed inside.

Calvados curled his lips and said: "Don't look at it, you just died, you are late."

The other party looked at him again: "You killed him?"

"I think so." In fact, if that person hadn't suddenly shot, it would have been him who was killed.

Calvados put away his gun, and even though he didn't hold out much hope, he still asked, "Hey, did you see a guy with white hair when you came?"

The fire stairway is on the side of this building, and the person descended from the stairs inside, so it is unlikely to meet.

"No..." The other party stepped towards the edge of the rooftop, squatted down in front of Scotland, pressed his fingertips against the lateral carotid artery, and quickly retracted his hand.