Conan: What's wrong with my Yan Shuangying's painting style?

A flash bomb exploded in mid-air, and the powerful white light almost instantly blinded the sniper on the upper floor of the office building stronghold. Even the observer who was using a telescope to determine Yan Shuangying's position and telling the sniper how to adjust his position was not spared.

The other gunmen who were just looking directly at Yan Shuangying's position also felt their eyes go white and they could not see anything.

This white curtain was quite fatal to them, because they could not determine Yan Shuangying's position and could not continue to maintain fire suppression as before. Now they could only rely on their feel to sweep randomly.

Yan Shuangying opened his eyes at this moment.

With the help of his sunglasses, he adapted to the residual light left after the flash bomb exploded. He turned the handle of the black motorcycle, pressed directly against the side of the store, and rushed directly to the simple checkpoint composed of several black luxury cars with full firepower.

He planned to perform that amazing stunt once again——

Although this place no longer has the ramp that can allow the black motorcycle to fly into the air like the previous second hostage base.

But if he just wanted to jump over the black car, Yan Shuangying didn't need to use any other props. He just needed to maximize the performance of the black motorcycle and he could fly over it in one breath!

Knock knock knock————

The chaotic sound of the helicopter propeller reached Yan Shuangying's ears.

The Nichimi TV helicopter filming the situation in the sky was having difficulty regaining its previous stable control because the pilot was blinded. Fortunately, the Nichimi TV post-production staff were also on the helicopter and quickly took over.

Of course, he can't actually be said to be a post-production staff member, he just won't appear on TV programs anymore.

The FBI agent who had previously arrested Rena Mizunashi, a CIA undercover, as a codenamed member of the Black Organization, took over the control of the helicopter. He looked with lingering fear at the black motorcycle that was accelerating along the storefronts.

Without even thinking too much, he knew that Yan Shuangying was probably planning to force his way through the checkpoint.

Motorcycle stunts like accelerating a motorcycle and then jumping over obstacles in one breath are not uncommon in the United States. After all, in a free country, even funerals are free. The Will-O-W-Go-Wisp boy has performed this many times.

But it is hard not to feel sorry for Yan Shuangying as he performs such difficult motorcycle stunts in the hail of bullets.

The FBI agent was watching Yan Shuangying's movement trajectory below. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye and was stunned.

They saw that at the deserted Japanese police road blockade they had passed earlier, several black luxury cars were rushing around and approaching the location of the third hostage base at lightning speed!

I'm afraid that the speed at which these black luxury cars support these underworld organizations is faster than Yan Shuangying's flying car!

"This is really troublesome... But the helicopter used for the live broadcast doesn't have any weapons to help..."

The agent muttered, and the communicator on the driver's seat once again transmitted the urging voice of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

They have asked Nichiuri TV's helicopter to withdraw from the blockade area twice, and this is the third time. If they don't evacuate, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department will probably have to follow the rules and teach Nichiuri TV a lesson.

However, the images being broadcast live now are enough to defeat the Suzuki Group——

After all, Nichimi Television is also a subsidiary of the Suzuki Group.

"This is the Nichimi TV helicopter. Evacuate now. Over."

The FBI agent spoke into the communicator, no longer paying attention to the situation on Yan Shuangying's side.

Therefore, he missed an extremely shocking scene - the same black luxury cars that he originally thought were coming to support the underworld organization actually drove at full speed and rushed out from the side of the intersection.

With a loud bang, it crashed into the checkpoint where the vehicles of the underworld organization had been, and another one drove towards the stronghold.

The black car that was blocking the center of the road and unable to pass directly was hit and turned sideways, and the road was opened up instantly.

And several people rushed out of those newly arrived black luxury cars, and together with the men in black who jumped out of the crashed vehicles, they took out their pistols and fired continuously at the gang members who had not yet recovered from the effect of the flash bomb!

In a short period of time, one third of the firepower network blocking Yan Shuangying collapsed!

Yan Shuangying's eyes fell on the leader of the new vehicles - he was an acquaintance.

The chief speaker of the Kanto Alliance.

Previously, Yan Shuangying had visited the meeting room of the Guandong Alliance because of the other party's so-called "spending a fortune on horse bones" behavior, and had a talk with the chief speaker. At that time, the chief speaker always seemed to have a mixture of old age and business aura.

But now something is different, as if the dust in his heart has been swept away. This middle-aged man, who is almost in old age, actually has some of the spirit that only young people have, as if he has been reborn——

"Yan Shuangying, go!"

The leader of the Kanto Alliance roared as he personally picked up a submachine gun and fired at other traitors.

The black motorcycle passed by him in an instant, like a black shadow rushing towards the office building where the third hostage base was located.

Although Yan Shuangying didn't say anything to him, the chief speaker could feel that Yan Shuangying's gaze seemed to linger on him for a while. He was sure that Yan Shuangying had remembered who he was.

This time, the deal of buying horse bones for a huge sum of money, no, it should be said that it is a timely help, has been done!

call out----

Another pursuit vehicle appeared at the end of the road.

The chief leader called his brothers to restore the simple checkpoint originally formed by vehicles. He directly picked up the guns of these Kanto Alliance traitors and aimed them at the pursuing vehicles rushing towards this side. He said without hesitation.

"We'll do our best to see things through to the end! Hold on for five minutes, and we'll retreat in five minutes!"

He just felt the blood boiling in his heart.

It was like returning to the days of extravagance and decadence, when young people would risk their lives for gratitude and oaths, and when the underworld had its own moral principles.

"Let us fly in the sky like dragons among men!"

Chapter 165: Escape (2/5)

The underworld organization of the Kanto Alliance came to stop him, but the leader of the Kanto Alliance brought people to help him.

This situation was indeed beyond Yan Shuangying's expectations.

But his attention was not on the helpers of the Kanto Alliance, but was all focused on the interior of the office building in front of him - the blinding effect of the flash bomb had gradually faded, and the firepower network would soon be formed again.

Faced with an office building that needed to be climbed up floor by floor, Yan Shuangying obviously couldn't just drive his motorcycle and crash into it like he did with the previous two hotel outposts. Therefore, he had made his own decision.

This motorcycle can no longer support the next difficult action, so let's use the last bit of its remaining heat————

The hands of the peripheral gunmen within the Black Organization were still on the triggers.

They kept firing at the location where Yan Shuangying was previously located. Only when their vision gradually recovered did they notice that they had been firing at the vehicle chasing Yan Shuangying, not Yan Shuangying's black motorcycle!

"Where are the people? Where is Yan Shuangying?"

The person in charge of the third hostage base asked loudly, his eyes quickly moving from the nearby intersection towards the base, and soon, his sight fell on Yan Shuangying, who was already very close to the base!

Without further ado, he immediately spoke loudly to the other peripheral members nearby.

"Use homemade grenades! If he dares to get close, blow him up!"

Upon hearing the leader's voice, all the peripheral members, except those who were using submachine guns to block the attack, came over and took out the homemade grenades they had prepared long ago.

This is what Gin specially allocated to the office base to prevent this kind of situation from happening!

They moved closer to the windowsill, took a look at Yan Shuangying's position, and then threw the grenade in their hands without hesitation.

As professionally trained peripheral members of the Black Organization, they are quite experienced in throwing explosives. Although they are not the best in the industry, it is not difficult to hit the target if there are enough of them.

No matter how capable Yan Shuangying is, he can't survive the fire coverage of homemade grenades!

Rumble————

The homemade grenade exploded on the ground, and the dazzling flames merged into one piece along with the roar of the explosion.

The increasingly shrill roar of the locomotive that was approaching this side suddenly disappeared.

"Yan Shuangying is dead? Died just now?"

The person in charge of the third hostage base said in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that the famous [half-human, half-ghost, the best gunslinger] died so easily in their hands. He lowered his head to look at the explosion site covered by dust, until the dust settled, and the fragments of the motorcycle that was blown to pieces appeared.

The person in charge of the third hostage base finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Yan Shuangying is indeed dead, and even the motorcycle he was riding was blown to pieces.

Even if Yan Shuangying jumped out of the car at the critical moment, he could not escape the range of the explosion. After all, this guy was just named Yan Shuangying, and he was not a real "eagle". Unless he grew wings and flew, there was no way he could escape from here!

I heard a series of explosions behind me.

The chief speaker of the Kanto Alliance turned his head and looked at the office building behind him where the third hostage base was located.

There was dust over there and it was hard to see clearly, but the gunfire had stopped.

If not all the members of the Black Organization were killed, then Yan Shuangying would be dead————

But will Yan Shuangying die? Will the urban legend of that half-human, half-ghost really die?

The chief speaker didn't believe it. He widened his eyes and looked for Yan Shuangying.

Then, he saw a black figure flying from bottom to top and directly into the third-floor window of the office building!

————Yan Shuangying is still alive, not only alive, he can also fly!

Click————

Use your black motorcycle as bait to attract the attention of the Black Organization.

The moment the homemade grenade exploded, Yan Shuangying used the eagle claw on his sleeve to hook it towards a window on the third floor of the Black Organization's base. With his other hand, he picked up the weapon bag and put it behind his back.

With the help of the impact force and the pulling force of the hook itself when it contracted, it directly [flew] into the empty room on the third floor in the explosion dust!

What the chief boss saw was the moment when Yan Shuangying used the eagle claw hook to sneak into the room of the Black Organization's base!

call out----

Yan Shuangying flicked his hand, put the eagle claw hook back into his sleeve, and then put the weapon bag on his back.

The zipper of the weapon bag was not completely closed, and because of the shock wave of the explosion, the items inside were not positioned smoothly. The muzzle of a submachine gun protruded from the small gap where the zipper was not closed.

But Yan Shuangying currently has no plans to use this submachine gun.

He simply opened his coat, checked how many throwing knives were left hanging on the inside, and then walked directly towards the upper floors of the office building.

At this moment, the head of the Black Organization at the third hostage base also realized that something was wrong.

It is true that the grenades they dropped were numerous and had great explosive power.

But Yan Shuangying shouldn't have been blown up so cleanly!

Why are there only fragments of the motorcycle used by Yan Shuangying, but no heroic fragments of Yan Shuangying himself?

The face of the leader of the Black Organization changed, and he immediately realized that something was wrong.

"It's bad! Oh no, Yan Shuangying is not dead yet! Brothers, follow me to other places downstairs to check the situation!"

The peripheral members nearby were still immersed in the joy of having killed the legend of Beika Town. When they heard the words of the person in charge, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice hole in an instant, and a chilling feeling suddenly came over them.

You know, in the records of the Black Organization, the most frequently used battle scene by Yan Shuangying was the office building.