Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 323 Cohen's Death, Vodka is the Slavic Superman!

Yingsheng has always believed that Vodka is a top-notch Slavic man.

That physique, that bulk.

It's no problem to knock down a black bear with one punch.

Therefore, out of respect, vodka's enemies have to exceed the standard a little.

Walking to the burning Dodge Viper frame, Yingsheng leaned over, reached his hand into the raging flames, and quickly pulled out a charred body with almost no good flesh on the body.

Yes.

A body, not a corpse.

Yingsheng looked at the man on the ground. His clothes had already turned to ashes, leaving only scattered pieces of charred cloth tightly attached to the bright red and uneven granulations. His tissues and muscles were dry and twisted, just like a poplar tree that had fallen in the desert ten years ago.

Yingsheng couldn't help but sigh softly.

"That's amazing, Cohen."

The man on the ground had no movement in his chest. The brim of his hat and sunglasses were burned onto his eyes and merged into one. Only a dark brown scab remained, and there was no reaction at all.

Yingsheng shook his head: "You don't think I'm still lying to you, do you? Do you even have the strength to speak? Logically, you should at least be able to say something like, 'Suiyue Yingsheng and Bourbon are accomplices'. Isn't that why you persisted?"

Cohen still lay quietly, even the corners of his mouth, which were always drooping, did not change.

"Oh, good man."

Yingsheng walked to the other side of the Dodge Viper, dragged Chianti's body over, helped Cohen sit on the ground, let him and Chianti sit back to back, with wounds close to each other, blood mixed with blood, and leaned against the broken wall together.

"You've been teammates for many years, don't you want to say goodbye? Or you can curse me like she did."

Cohen remained like that, motionless.

Yingsheng went to other places and moved the bodies one by one, piling them up next to Cohen and the other man, finally building up a small hill that was half a person's height.

"Your eardrums are probably burned, aren't they? Sorry, if that's the case, just think of it as me talking to myself. I'm always busy."

Yingsheng looked at the messy ground and found a shiny sword that belonged to someone unknown.

He picked up the knife and stabbed it down several times from the top of the hill. Then he picked up a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, and poured it all over the knife edges.

Yingsheng squatted down to check the situation, stood up, put his finger in his throat, and spit out a small tinfoil bag.

When I opened it, there were two red and white capsules inside.

APTX-4869.

Of course, Yingsheng didn't know when the people who kidnapped Kiyoko would come, but since he had already returned to Tokyo, he would naturally make all kinds of preparations.

Yingsheng squatted down and put a pill of drug A in Cohen's mouth, then picked up a bottle of mineral water from the ground and fed it to him.

"The drug takes effect quickly, and you only have one last chance," Yingsheng said.

Perhaps it was because of a sudden burst of intense pain inside his body that was burning hotter than the pain on his body surface, Cohen's dry lips trembled slightly after all.

But no clear words came out of it, only a low groan like a wounded wild animal.

"Hold on, you might survive."

Yingsheng thought: Shirley became Ai, but it only reversed ten years of time. If Cohen became a child, that would be true rejuvenation.

Is this possible?
Yingsheng placed his hand on the side where Cohen and Chianti's backs were touching, and his mind instantly calmed down, clarifying the concepts he needed.

【Enlightenment, cell proliferation! 】

On the large burn wound on Cohen's back, bright red granulation tissue grew rapidly in an instant, like countless drooping banyan tree aerial roots, piercing into the festering on Chianti's back.

The wounds of the two people that were closely adjacent to each other suddenly connected into one, and gradually spread to other places, fusing the entire back and the lower part of the neck together.

This kind of rough fusion is bound to cause a huge rejection reaction, but Yingsheng and the two parties involved in the one-life and one-death relationship obviously don't care about this.

And perhaps the efficacy of drug A was too overbearing, and it treated everyone who was not of the Miyano family bloodline equally. The fusion process was very smooth, and Yingsheng did not feel any obstruction.

"you you……"

The external flesh and blood brought fresh vitality, and Cohen finally made a sound with his lips moving.

Yingsheng put his other hand and pointed at his temple, activated the [Enlightenment], and the human voice in Cohen's mouth disappeared immediately, replaced by the low roar of an irrational beast, with translucent saliva even flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Yingsheng finally confirmed that [Frenzy] was not entirely a beneficial effect, it had a destructive effect on human sanity as its name suggests.

But Yingsheng was quite puzzled as to why this side effect had never appeared in him.

Could it be that rationality can overcome the side effects?

Could it be that Tianshu’s consciousness does not belong to humans?

Yingsheng's mind moved slightly, and a blood-red light appeared in the dark brown scab in front of Cohen. He suddenly turned his head to look at Yingsheng, leaving almost an afterimage in the air.

With the Huaying Hope case in front of him, Yingsheng was of course always tense and ready to deal with any surprise attack at any time.

But what surprised him a little was that Cohen did not try to attack him, but instead made a small whimper like a small animal showing weakness.

If Cohen's current appearance wasn't really cute, Yingsheng would have wanted to rub his head.

The enlightenment increased the intensity so much that the animal nature overwhelmed the social nature, and we began to act according to biological instincts?
When faced with an absolutely irresistible strong opponent, small animals instinctively show weakness.

Yingsheng was thoughtful. It seemed that what he did to Xiwang last time was quite dangerous. Fortunately, the extent was not serious.

As the killing intent continued to flow, Cohen made a hissing sound in his throat and suddenly stood up, landing on all four feet at the same time.

Yingsheng didn't know how his eight limbs worked at this moment. In short, living things act according to instinct, so they probably don't need to consider these things.

Just like human breathing, when you are not aware of it, it is automatic.

If you control it deliberately, it will become a manual transmission.

Although it will become automatic again if you get distracted.

Yingsheng stood up and carefully observed the condition of Cohen's limbs in front of him to assess his fighting ability.

Cohen's torso was now as thick as two of his previous ones. He was breathing rapidly, looking at the hillock next to him, drooling, and almost spewing white mist from his nose.

It can be seen that he really wants to do something now.

However, when he realized that Yingsheng was staring at him, he immediately crawled to the ground again, revealing Chianti's face on the other side, and her eyes were also open and bloodshot.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" Yingsheng asked.

Cohen nodded quickly.

This state of being both rational and not "Cohen" itself made Yingsheng quite curious, but he knew that now was not the time to delve into it.

He raised his gun and fired several shots. After a few shots, the fuel tank of the van he was riding in exploded, sending the vehicle flying far away, and several people inside were thrown out.

His body was twisted and it looked like he was going to die.

Ok……

Although they were dead anyway, now the cause of their death became the impact of the explosion, rather than having their larynx broken by Yingsheng.

A careful autopsy might reveal something, so Yingsheng asked Cohen to cover up some of it, and the effect was quite good.

Then he let Cohen violently smash the window of the Porsche 356A, and Yingsheng also used [Enlightenment] on Vodka.

Control the amplitude so that he won't wake up immediately.

Pulling open the outer covering of the second drug A capsule and pouring the drug particles onto the hill, Yingsheng continued to focus his murderous intent on Cohen until lumps and protrusions began to wriggle all over his body, as if there were huge blood-sucking leeches crawling under his skin.

"Goodbye, Cohen, you were a nice guy."

Yingsheng turned and left.

The next second, the sound of hearty swallowing came from behind.

Based on the path of the van's roll, Yingsheng roughly calculated which area he would have been thrown to if he had been on the ground before, and he would have fallen down in a clump of weeds.

It doesn’t matter if it’s not 100% accurate, as this kind of chaotic system is difficult to calculate.

Picking up a piece of reflective tinplate on the yellow soil nearby, Yingsheng cut both of his calves with a knife, wiped the blood-stained tinplate on his clothes, and threw it away.

“Ahhhhhh——!!!”

Vodka's loud screams were heard from the position of the Porsche 356A. Yingsheng supported himself on the ground with his elbows, turned himself over, and crawled on the ground.

"Cohen! Chianti! Wake up...Ah! Don't come over here!"

Bang bang bang bang bang-! ! !
The sounds behind him became slightly more active, and Yingsheng stuck his hands into the soil, without moving his legs, and crawled towards the exit of the warehouse area.

The main road was a rough cement surface, and Yingsheng's fingertips had no protection at all, so they were soon rubbed to the point of bleeding.

He ignored it and even used his teeth when he heard Vodka's cry for help behind him.

"Damn it! Go find that guy, Cohen!"

Bang——! ! !
Vodka felt his whole body filled with unprecedented strength. He punched Cohen in the face, causing his hard skull to crack.

But Cohen's squirming flesh instantly filled the dent, making his head swell up like a balloon. Cohen's body was now swollen like a balloon, and he roared and pounced on Vodka, his movements were extremely fast, like a heavy car crashing into him.

Bang bang bang bang—!
The 9mm bullet hit him, but only splashed a little blood, without any stopping effect.

Dodge, reload, poof!
A piece of flesh was torn off from the shoulder!
The eyes beneath Vodka's sunglasses turned red instantly, and a surge of wild anger grew from the bottom of his heart for no reason.

"Okay! Let's see who eats who first!"

Before he could finish his words, he had already ripped open the door of a car and pounced on the alien once known as Cohen.

Bang——! ! !
The huge forces combined, causing a strong wind to blow and dust to fly everywhere on the ground.

Vodka's muscles bulged all over his body, bursting his black suit. The alien's flesh twisted and squirmed, and his roar resounded through the sky!

“Hoo-ah-!!”

"Sokabulie!!!"

No words or deception are needed, this is a passionate fight between the Slavic man Vodka and the alien, with fists and flesh!

Yingsheng has never looked back, but to be honest, he still wants to go back and take a group of photos for Vodka.

At that time, we will name it "The Power from the Siberian Frozen Soil". Even if it fails to win the Pulitzer Prize, we can definitely make a fortune by selling it to a Russian film company and letting them use it as a still for their film "Slavic Superman".

"Brother, what happened over there? I'm so curious."

Huaying's hopeful voice came from the headphones.

Yingsheng spat out the sand in his mouth twice: "Ultraman vs. Godzilla, I hope to buy a wheelchair, crutches, plasterboard and other things. I have to be disabled for a while."

"Eh? Big brother sounds very miserable. Is it necessary to do this?"

"Compared to the winery, it's ridiculously easy here. We have to show them some respect."

"But they are totally unqualified to compete with their big brother."

"Heh, if you underestimate others, you will suffer greatly. This incident is just like that. I was caught off guard and was found by the enemy."

"That's right..."

Huaying paused and said, "Brother, we saw a group of cars driving very fast towards you. They will be there in three minutes at most."

Yingsheng sped up, leaving a conspicuous trail of blood and five finger marks on the concrete road.

"See you later. I have to get a cab."

"Well... Big Brother, do you think anyone dares to stop the car in that state?"

"Don't worry, there are still many kind-hearted people in this world."

Yingsheng crawled all the way to the side of the road, wiped his face with his hands covered in blood and mud, and stretched out his hand toward the road.

[Love -1, false! ]

Soon, a white Mercedes stopped in front of Yingsheng, and a kind brother helped Yingsheng get into the car.

Not long after they left, many vehicles came speeding and stopped on the roadside.

The door of the leading black Toyota SUPRA was pushed open, and a beautiful woman with a cold face got out. She had long silver hair tied in a low ponytail, and was wearing a white blouse and a dark blue tight skirt. Her black high heels made crisp sounds when they stepped on the ground.

Winery code member, Curacao.

Curacao took a look at the clear bloodstains on the roadside, followed them into the abandoned warehouse area, and came to the source of the continuous rumbling sound.

The one who was constantly destroying the ruins and screaming and fighting there was the shirtless Vodka, and...

Alien?!
Curacao's pupils shrank slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared on his usually cold face.

The other peripheral members who came with her reacted even more dramatically. They were all dumbfounded, thinking they had accidentally entered the set of some special effects film.

Before they could sort out their messy thoughts,

“Hoo-ah!”

The alien roared, abandoned the troublesome Vodka, and rushed towards them, the group of newcomers.

Curacao had an indifferent expression, raised his gun and fired, and the people behind him immediately followed suit.

Those who came to reinforce were certainly not carrying small pistols. Various types of firepower intertwined into a metallic storm, falling on the alien like a violent storm.

Even if they are not human beings, as long as they are still carbon-based creatures, made of flesh and blood, they are just a piece of rotten meat in front of modern firepower.

Puff puff puff puff——!!

Countless blood holes exploded on the alien's body, raising a cloud of broken flesh and blood mist. Its speed became slower and slower, and its size became smaller and smaller.

Finally, when it was three meters away from Curacao, it fell heavily to the ground with a "thump", splashing some smoke and dust.

Curacao looked at the huge alien for a few seconds, and seeing that it didn't move, he sent an outer member forward to test it.

The peripheral members swallowed their saliva and slowly walked towards the alien. When they were within one meter...

Snapped!
His ankle was grabbed by an arm that was longer than a human could reach!
"what--!"

The outer members screamed and quickly pulled the trigger at the alien in front of them.

But a huge force hit his ankle, and he instantly lost his balance and flew towards the alien. The alien raised its head and opened its bloody mouth, and his body was about to be swallowed by its flesh and blood!
Bang——! !

There was a loud crashing sound from the alien's head, and the charred door was twisted and deformed, with a big bulge in the middle.

The alien let out a shrill scream, and behind it, Vodka, with a ferocious face, was like the statue of Weituo in the temple, constantly smashing the Weituo pestle in his hand.

“Die! Die!!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...

Again and again, continuously, the alien's screams gradually became weaker, and its huge body gradually became motionless.

For the final blow, Vodka lifted the car door high, turned it ninety degrees, and chopped it down heavily like an axe.

"die!!!"

Pfft——!
In an instant, red, white and yellow splashed everywhere like stars in the sky.

The outer member who was still held tightly by the alien was splashed all over his head and face at close range. His whole body trembled violently, and a large area between his thighs was wet.

The other peripheral members felt their scalps tingling and their bodies trembling when they saw Vodka, who was covered in blood and had a hideous face.

Is this the value of code name members?

Horror!
"What's going on here?" Curacao asked.

Vodka's mouth was slightly grinning, with blood staining his white teeth. "It's Cohen and Chianti, as well as Xuesong Qingzi and the others. Take them away."

After saying that, Vodka's eyes rolled back and he fell backwards to the ground with a thump.

Curacao went forward and sniffed his breath, and found that he was still breathing.

"He probably just fainted from exhaustion, not dead."

She said this to Gin in the headphones.

Gin did not respond to this, but just asked: "Where is Mizuki Hotaru?"

"Don't worry, I'm not sure yet."

Curacao arranged for two people to carry the larger Vodka back to the car and took others to search around the scene.

But except for a few lucky ones, the bodies of others were mostly incomplete, and there was no Mizuki Firefly.

Curacao told Gin about this discovery.

Still on the same hospital bed, Gin sneered grimly and was about to speak when he heard:

"But there was a person at the scene who crawled out about a hundred meters using his hands and teeth. It could be him."

Gin frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and dialed Hotaru's phone. The call was quickly connected and a rough male voice came out from the other end.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Who are you?" Gin asked back coldly.

"I am a person who does good things without leaving a name. The note he gave you was Qin Sir. Are you his superior?"

"Yes, how is he?"

"He looks pretty miserable. The skin on his hands and legs is all worn out, and his chin is almost the same. But he shouldn't be dead. I'm taking him to the Mihua Central Hospital. When he got in the car, he said not to call the police. Man, who are you? The Yakuza?"

"He can't speak now?" Gin asked instead of answering.

"I fainted as soon as I got on the car. I don't know why I was injured so badly..."

beep beep-

Gin hung up the phone.

(End of this chapter)