Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 8 Duel! Gin!
"Brother! This! This..."

The burly man in a black suit holding a worn-out pot lid took a step back. His eyes behind his sunglasses were fixed on the oil drum in front of him, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

A big smiling face was painted on the half-dried cement surface inside the oil drum.

The most important thing is that on both sides of the smiling face, there is a pair of lifelike human ears.

Well, lifelike.

"Oh, the old-fashioned method, vodka, dig him out and find out his identity."

Gin lit a cigarette, his expression calm, his long silver hair fluttering in the night breeze. He exhaled lightly, his eyes colder than the waning moon in the sky.

"Okay, big brother."

Vodka turned around and went to the trunk of the car to get a shovel. He often followed his eldest brother on missions and occasionally needed to deal with the aftermath, so of course he always had some common tools ready.

I was just startled because it happened suddenly, but he is an out-and-out villain.

Gin looked at his back and his eyelids twitched inexplicably.

"Come back, use your hands."

"what?"

"Just make sure of his face...get out of the way!"

boom! ! !
Before Gin could finish his words, a black muzzle of a gun suddenly appeared from the edge of an abandoned container next to the Porsche 356A, and a flash of fire spurted out.

puff! ! !
At a distance of twenty meters, the brass bullet reached its promised land in just an instant, piercing through the flesh!
Vodka groaned, covered his left shoulder and ran behind the oil barrel filled with cement. If he didn't have 100% trust in big brother Gin and acted without any delay after hearing the order, this shot would have taken his life!

The reason why the other side did not fire a second shot was, of course, that Gin had quickly drawn his gun and suppressed the firepower on that side, and the man retreated after one shot.

Gin glanced at Vodka, then swayed and pressed himself against the container, with the muzzle of a gun sticking out from the edge again.

boom!
boom!
The two gunshots came at exactly the same time, and both missed.

Gin grinned slightly and slowly took a puff of the cigarette between his lips. In the dim flickering light of the fire, he took a light breath and took a step forward, his footsteps soundlessly.

The moon, the sea, the sound of the wind...

Everything, everything was still.

The only thing moving between heaven and earth was that bit of darkness and that hint of murderous intent.

Gin slowly raised his hand, heading towards the container!

boom!
The bullets were coming from inside the container!

Gin's pupils shrank slightly, and he pulled the trigger. The dense gunshots suddenly became chaotic. Click! The bullets were empty. Gin raised his right hand to the hem of his clothes, and the magazine was in his hand...

Bang! ! !
The iron sheet, which was already rotten and riddled with holes from bullets, suddenly exploded, and a pair of thick-soled white leather boots appeared in front of Gin!
Gin crossed his hands to protect his face. The huge force made him fly backwards. He just landed on the ground and before he could stand firmly, his body suddenly fell to the side.

boom! boom! boom!
The spot where he had landed was hit by a three-shot burst, leaving a finger-sized dent on the concrete floor and splattering gravel. Vodka leaned forward and fired, and the white figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness of the container again.

"Brother! I have already notified Chianti and the others!"

"He won't delay that long. Be alert."

Gin changed the magazine, stood in the open space with two guns in hand, and scanned the surroundings sharply, especially the shadowy areas where the moonlight could not reach.

"Suiyue Yingsheng, I have read your medical examination report in the hospital last month. Your weak body should not be able to support your continuous high-intensity exercise."

Of course there was no response, Gin grinned, "You originally planned to be an assassin, but gave up because of the corpse you poured cement into.

Does that person’s identity matter?

Vodka, dig! "

Vodka stood up without hesitation, handed the gun to his drooping left hand, and dug out the half-dried cement with his right hand. Suddenly, there was a slight noise behind him, and Vodka's body trembled, and he was about to...

"It's a stone, go on." Gin said calmly.

Vodka nodded vigorously, and his movements were three times faster. He heard the dripping sound behind him again, but he did not react at all.

but,
"Do you really think I'm a rock?"

A cold and lonely voice floated from behind.

A chill instantly ran up from the soles of his feet to his spine. Before his body stiffened, Vodka suddenly turned around and pulled the trigger despite the severe pain in his left shoulder!

However, there was no one!
In that split second, Vodka's eyes suddenly focused. The thing on the ground that was gleaming with silvery metallic light was... a small MP3 player? Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Gunshots rang out again behind him, and at that moment only one thought flashed through Vodka's blank mind.

Goodbye, brother.

laugh!
Blood splattered in the corner of the eye.

He didn't feel much pain in his body. Vodka turned his head blankly, his long silver hair fluttering in the moonlight and passing in front of his eyes. Gin tilted his head in the air, and a thin line of blood ran across the cold and white marble-like left face.

"Give me the gun!"

"Fly and block the bullet, do you have to fight so hard?"

"Get down! Vodka!"

"die!"

Bang! ! !
Almost in the next instant, a flash of white lightning flashed across the sky, and the strong wind blew away the black top hat. Vodka, who squatted down subconsciously, saw a wonderful flying kick and a black muzzle of a gun.

It’s over, I still couldn’t dodge.

Click!

The trigger was pulled with a crisp sound.

Vodka collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, he had no bullets left.

But before he could react and fire his gun, he heard a sharp friction sound, sizzling - like metal rubbing against concrete...

Metal?!
Concrete?!

Did he touch something when he was digging out the cement just now?
Vodka's ghost was terrified and he rolled on the ground quickly. "Swish" - a piercing chill came from his ears, and he could even clearly hear the sound of his hair roots being cut off.

The moonlight was flowing in the corner of my eyes, and then, clang! The sharp edge of the samurai sword hit the oil barrel heavily!
The knife suddenly turned and chopped down, and Vodka retreated using his hands and feet.

Can't escape!

My life is over!

clang! ! !
The long knife was held up by a black baton!
"Okay, okay! This guy is actually your son!"

Yingsheng turned his wrist, and the blade slashed up along the baton, cutting directly through Gin's five fingers.

"Then I'll kill you first!"

"You don't deserve it!"

Gin swung his stick, flicked the blade and rushed forward.

Yingsheng sneered and moved faster than him. He stepped on the pistol left by Vodka and hooked it back.

"Want to make a feint to the east and attack in the west? Prepare to die!"

Yingsheng turned and ran, and Gin stopped in his tracks, threw the baton with his right hand, and felt around his waist for a magazine. The Glock magazine in his left hand was already ejected, and with a pull of the trigger...

Zheng!
The bright knife light is coming!
Gin turned his head to avoid the flying samurai sword, the magazine was already loaded and loaded...

boom! boom! boom!
The familiar three bursts!

Gin dodged quickly, but the opponent was aiming at his pistol!

Hey!
Da da--

The pistol, loaded with bullets and ready to be fired, fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

After shooting Vodka in the foot, who was ready to make a move, Yingsheng aimed at Gin and smiled.

"Hold still, sir."

Who is this guy? He actually consumed 13 points of his killing intent. He should find a way to make up for it.

Snapped!
As if it were real, a red laser dot suddenly appeared on Yingsheng's chest, at his heart.

Gin grinned and wiped the blood from his cheek with his fingertips.

"Don't move, Suigetsu-kun."

(End of this chapter)