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

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Because, at this moment, all kinds of guns of unknown brands, including pistols, hunting rifles, and sniper rifles, had appeared at the windows of the stronghold, all pointing at his car.

————Mr. Tama, I haven't even started, and you've already notified the assassins outside to attack me?!

Snake cursed inwardly.

Seeing that those people had already taken aim and were ready to fire at any time, he immediately gritted his teeth, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, turned the steering wheel sharply, and used the escape skills he had learned over the years as a killer to start moving around like a snake.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

The sound of gunfire rang out one after another in the next moment!

Although Snake used his superb driving skills to avoid the shooting, the Japanese public security vehicle that was following closely behind Snake was not so lucky. The Japanese public security driver on the right was hit directly in the abdomen by a bullet and screamed in pain.

The car immediately turned and braked to a stop, almost hitting the telephone pole next to it.

The Japanese police officer sitting in the passenger seat also hurriedly dragged the injured Japanese police officer out of the car, hid behind the black luxury car, pulled out the walkie-talkie hanging on his body, and spoke loudly to the Japanese Public Security Tokyo Headquarters.

"This is... We were chasing Snake, a member of a mysterious organization, when we were shot at by someone we didn't know!"

"I repeat, we've been attacked by unknown individuals. There are a large number of them, estimated to be over fifteen, with various weapons. We're not sure if they have homemade explosives. Requesting support!"

The other black luxury car that was originally in pursuit also braked suddenly and stopped.

He parked his vehicle next to the black luxury car, and the police officers inside quickly got out and took cover in the two intersecting black parking spaces. They each drew their pistols, ready to fight back at any time.

Rei Furuya of the Japanese Public Security Tokyo Headquarters frowned.

He didn't expect that the peripheral killers of the mysterious organization would be so vigilant.

It is obvious that the peripheral members of the Black Organization in the Tokyo base acted like fools when facing the encirclement and suppression by the Japanese Public Security Bureau. Does this mean that the quality of the peripheral killers of the mysterious organization is higher than that of the peripheral members of the Black Organization?

Although he was confused, Fūya Rei still picked up the walkie-talkie and answered.

"Support is on the way and will arrive soon."

The Japanese police officer breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the promise from the Japanese police officer, who was equivalent to the deputy of the Tokyo headquarters of the Japanese police.

In any case, it's a good thing that there is support and that the support arrives quickly.

However, the Japanese public security member quickly reacted and said in surprise and doubt.

"Headquarters, the Snake we were chasing just now turned right and fled towards another street. In addition, we have injured people inside who need treatment, and... which department is providing support at this time?"

"The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division? The Mobile Squad? Or some other department? How could it be so fast?"

There is no doubt that the quality of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department has not reached this level.

It would take at least half an hour to reach the area outside of Beika Town. Could it be that the support Rei Furuya was referring to was from the nearby police station? What was the point? Were they just going to die?

"No, neither."

Furuya Rei whispered.

"Without a moment's hesitation for the mysterious organization, the next to enter the battlefield was..."

buzzing————

The roar of the locomotive came from far away, like lightning in the night sky.

The four Japanese public security members turned their heads in unison to look at the direction where the roar of the locomotive came from.

Then, they saw the figure emerging from the darkness.

Wearing a black coat, sunglasses, and riding a black motorcycle.

It was Yan Shuangying, the urban legend who had previously taken action and shattered the main force of the underground trading network of the Mihua Construction Company in an extremely terrifying manner. He was known as the half-human, half-ghost and the best gunslinger!

"...With just such a small number of people and such a small number of miscellaneous weapons, they actually attracted Yan Shuangying. Isn't that a bit of an overreaction?"

The Japanese public security member muttered subconsciously.

At the same time, the legal assistant of the law firm who was talking to the barrister Masayoshi Sakaguchi wanted to turn his head to take another look at the black motorcycle that had just passed by the street, as if flying at low altitude, but he could no longer see anything.

After all, the speed of motorcycle gangs may be an exaggeration, but Yan Shuangying's speed is definitely an adjective.

The urban legend of Beika Town is not about driving too fast, but flying too low.

"Uh… I'm not sure if I'm seeing things."

"Oh, by the way, Attorney Sakaguchi, I didn't call you to talk about the biker gang. I have a very important matter at the firm that needs your personal attention. It's about the cooperation with the firm."

The paralegal picked up a folder from the table next to him, opened a page, and then continued.

"That's right, the director hopes you can discuss business matters with Attorney Eri Kisaki of the Kisaki Law Firm."

"If our firm can establish a cooperative relationship with the Hime Law Firm, then no matter what case we handle next, our defense will be greatly enhanced... Please, Mr. Sakaguchi, this is really important..."

————After all, he is the only person in the office who can connect with Eri Kisaki.

Isn't it just the lawyer Masayoshi Sakaguchi who was stabbed at the door of the courtroom and then sent to the hospital for emergency treatment by Eri Kisaki?

Chapter 306 Don’t come near me!!! (3/5)

Yan Shuangying is in action.

He never expected members of the Japanese Public Security Bureau to achieve any outstanding results in frontal combat. After all, the Japanese Public Security Bureau has repeatedly proved with facts that their frontal combat capabilities are indeed not good enough.

buzzing————

The black motorcycle roared and accelerated towards its destination.

The urban legend of Beika Town is like a black lightning, suddenly rushing out from the darkness.

Yan Shuangying's sight fell on the interior of the building not far away. He could clearly see that there were about twenty criminals holding various firearms and shooting at various windows.

The target of their shooting was undoubtedly the Japanese public security vehicle that had stopped and formed a cover not far away.

————Compared with the Black Organization’s peripheral members’ strongholds, the mysterious organization’s peripheral killers are much inferior.

At least the peripheral members of the Black Organization were able to uniformly equip themselves, and even pull out sniper rifles and submachine guns to do the job, while the peripheral members here could actually wrap a sniper scope on a hunting rifle and use it as a sniper rifle.

I have to say that sometimes, the gap between people is far greater than the gap between people and monkeys.

buzzing————

The roar of the motorcycle reached the ears of many peripheral killers of the mysterious organization the moment the Japanese public security members noticed Yan Shuangying. They were all attracted by the biker gang who had the audacity to intrude into the scene of the gunfight.

However, when their attention was completely focused on the biker gang that rushed out of the darkness.

The eyes of these killers outside the mysterious organization widened.

————Black motorcycle, black coat, and sunglasses.

This is simply the standard configuration of the Beika Town urban legend. If they did not know that Yan Shuangying had died in the battle royale among multiple forces a week ago, they would definitely suspect that the Beika Town urban legend himself had come to take them away.

"You're just an imitator, and you think you can hide it from me?!"

The arrogant killer from outside reacted immediately. He sneered, raised his gun, and took the lead in shooting.

He is different from other peripheral killers of mysterious organizations in this base. He comes from other districts of Tokyo and has always scoffed at urban legends that were blown up by a group of cowards.

Now that there are imitators of urban legends appearing, this is a good opportunity to prove one’s own strength!

The peripheral killer next to him finally reacted after hearing this.

The horror on their faces gradually turned into anger, and finally they gave up their previous shooting targets and shot at Yan Shuangying's black motorcycle.

The real Beika Town urban legend has died in the ruins of an abandoned theater on the outskirts of the city.

They were assassins affiliated with a mysterious organization, each of them had come through fire and water, had seen the world. Now, being frightened by an imitator, wasn't that a great shame and humiliation? They had to fight back, let this imitator see their strength!

The four Japanese public security members who were hiding behind the shelter formed by two black luxury cars frowned.

One of them was a little confused. He moved his ears and noticed that there seemed to be no sound of bullets colliding in the vehicle shelter, but the gunshots had never stopped. So... what was the target of the group of gunmen from the mysterious organization?

He raised his head slightly and looked at the situation outside through the shattered car window glass.

————Those killers had been shooting guns every day, and now they finally lost their minds and actually shot Yan Shuangying on the head!

"I never thought there would be such a vicious criminal in our Beika Town!"

The Japanese police officer retracted his head and spoke seriously.

The Japanese public security members nearby were stunned.

He had just finished bandaging the wound of an injured teammate when he heard another teammate say this and asked curiously.

"You say they are vicious because they dared to shoot at us?"

The Japanese police officer shook his head and said solemnly.

"No, facing Yan Shuangying, who was furious, they not only refused to surrender but also dared to fight back. Isn't that vicious?"

The other three Japanese public security members listened with awe.

I have to say, he was indeed vicious. At least if they had met Yan Shuangying, they would have dropped their guns and slid down to surrender on the spot. At least according to Japanese law, they would definitely not be sentenced to death and could still save their lives.

If he shoots back at Yan Shuangying, he will be sent to the ICU even if he doesn't die, and after staying in the ICU, he will have to work on the sewing machine.

The gain outweighs the loss!

However, these vicious gunmen have not yet realized what kind of enemy they are facing.

Yan Shuangying drove the black motorcycle, moving as fast as lightning.

Even though many of the peripheral killers had received special training in marksmanship and the guns they used were old guns that they were familiar with, they still couldn't hit Yan Shuangying no matter what when they used these guns!

It would be more accurate to say that their bullets were circling around Yan Shuangying rather than saying that Yan Shuangying was dodging their bullets!

The previously proud peripheral killer began to sweat on his forehead.

He felt that the situation seemed a little different from what he had imagined.

However, the situation no longer allowed him to continue his crazy fantasies, because the roar of the motorcycle had quietly stopped at some point, and the urban legend that was originally in his sight had disappeared without a trace at some point.

The peripheral killer swallowed his saliva, picked up the gun, looked around, and tried to find the location of the urban legend.

Unfortunately, Yan Shuangying's figure had already merged with the darkness, and even the most skilled killer would find it difficult to find his whereabouts. Even the peripheral killers who couldn't become code-name killers of the mysterious organization naturally couldn't find him.

Only a whooshing sound was heard.

Several peripheral killers immediately turned around, trying to find the source of the sound.

But I saw a figure in a black coat standing by the window.