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

The many well-trained mercenaries looked at each other and dispersed immediately.

They each looked for cover, shielded their bodies, and even took out pistols from their pockets, ready to open fire and kill the black motorcycle the moment it appeared in their sight.

However, when the black motorcycle appeared, it was still beyond their expectations.

Because the black motorcycle didn't drive in, it flew in!

I saw the roar of a locomotive coming from high above.

Many mercenaries subconsciously looked up, only to see that the black motorcycle actually flew over their heads, directly passed over the shelter they were in, then landed heavily on the ground and sped away.

This made them feel surprised and confused.

They waited for a long time, and this is it?

However, just as one of the mercenaries stood up and prepared to continue moving along the route he remembered, he suddenly noticed a round object that had fallen to the ground in their blind spot.

There is no doubt that this is a homemade grenade.

————The roar of the black motorcycle’s engine was so loud that they couldn’t even hear the sound of anything falling to the ground when it flew through the air!

There was no time to escape before the excessive charge of the homemade grenade exploded in the flames.

The next moment, the six mercenaries near the homemade grenade were immediately covered by the explosion range of the homemade grenade. They were either killed on the spot or seriously injured by the scattered shrapnel and were dying.

By the time the police officers from our headquarters who were chasing the car arrived, there was no one alive at the scene.

The leading police officer felt a chill in his heart as he watched the scene.

He was not a newcomer who had not experienced anything, and he thought he had seen all kinds of storms, but the scene before him was still beyond his expectations, because this scene was obviously caused by the explosion of high-powered explosives.

————However, in the eyewitness reports of yesterday and early this morning, the urban legend mentioned that firearms were used.

No one in the police report or testimony mentioned that Yan Shuangying was in possession of such a powerful explosive. Who sold it to Yan Shuangying? Could he have made it himself?

What's the motivation behind making such a powerful grenade? Is it a fear of insufficient firepower?

The leading police officer picked up a flashlight and scanned it over the bodies of several mercenaries.

In the end, he asked the police officer next to him to set up a cordon to protect the scene, notified the police officer from the forensic department to come and record the body, and then used his mobile phone to report the specific situation to the police chief.

Somehow, at this moment, he seemed to hear the faint roar of a locomotive again.

However, the roar of the locomotive didn't seem to come from this end, but from the other end of the phone——

On the police department's side.

The leading police officer spoke quickly, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"Yan Shuangying killed the criminals here on a motorcycle. Inspector, you can hear the roar of a motorcycle over there too. Be careful! Dangerous criminals like that might kill our officers as well!"

The police inspector who was standing next to the two black luxury cars that had exploded and extinguished their flames had a serious expression on his face.

Although I don’t know why there are multiple Yan Shuangying.

But since the police officer on the other end of the phone said so, he naturally believed his old friend who had been with him for a long time and took the roar of the black motorcycle that had just appeared into consideration.

However, he was only taken into consideration.

Because the roar of the locomotive only appeared faintly for a moment and now it has stopped.

If the person on the motorcycle was really Yan Shuangying, then Yan Shuangying obviously had no intention of driving the motorcycle towards this side, but got off halfway————

"...I hope nothing serious will happen."

The inspector couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, in a nearby alley, a mercenary under the Death Merchant was lying on the ground, looking like he had seen a ghost, with bright red blood flowing from his hands and feet, obviously the result of being hit by a bullet.

————Of course, his ghostly appearance is not an adjective, but an actual description.

Because, at this moment, the person standing in front of him was Yan Shuangying, who was known as "half-human, half-ghost, the best spearman"!

"You said that the one inside is the arms dealer, the ace mercenary under Brian D. Kadokura?"

Yan Shuangying asked.

He shook his head slightly.

"It's okay. He'll be down to see you soon."

Chapter 420 Continuous Gunfire

As the ace of the mercenaries under the Merchant of Death, Webster's strength is unquestionable.

Even though he was completely unfamiliar with the cityscape of Hakodate, Japan, he could still move freely in the layers of alleys here as if he was in an empty space, relying solely on his skills and marksmanship.

In Webster's opinion, these local Hakodate police officers posed no threat.

If it was only at this level, it would be twenty thousand years too early to capture or kill him. If he had not wanted to break out with other mercenaries, he would have broken out long ago.

However, even if he has to bring a few burdens with him, it is only a matter of time before Webster breaks through.

It is true that Hakodate is the territory of the police officers of the Hakodate Police Headquarters, and their number can be described as inexhaustible. However, the mere inexhaustible number is of no use.

Even modern armies will collapse when the casualty ratio reaches a certain level and there are no results achieved.

As an ordinary police officer in the local criminal department of a small country that has been at peace for many years, let alone in terms of fighting spirit, it was already worthy of his salary if he did not immediately collapse in the face of the killing spree of Webster and his group.

As for rushing forward under fire and killing Webster and other mercenaries?

Seriously, with such a high salary, why would you risk your life?

"Where to go next?"

The other mercenaries kept their eyes on every corner of the alley, trying to prevent the local police officers from Hakodate from suddenly appearing out of nowhere and catching them off guard, causing them to capsize in the gutter.

The possibility of mercenaries being killed by ordinary police officers is small, but it is definitely not zero.

Two mercenaries in their group had already gotten separated along the way. It was not known whether they were shot by other police officers on the road, or whether they simply found an opportunity to abandon everyone else and run away.

"Just follow me."

Webster did not point out the direction, but gave this answer.

He wanted the remaining mercenaries to follow him so that he could bring all the remaining colleagues out. If he simply pointed out a direction, it would be the same as before.

The two mercenaries got lost because of this and disappeared without a trace. He would not repeat the same mistake.

This ace among mercenaries moved quickly and lightly.

The darkness that is difficult for ordinary people to see is the best protective color for him. Even without using a flashlight for lighting, he can still identify the next direction of movement with the faint moonlight.

The other mercenaries followed him, moving cautiously in the direction of Webster.

The combat skills they had honed on the battlefields of Southeast Asia made them subconsciously use firearms to guard all directions even when they were evacuating, to prevent any sudden situations from occurring and preventing them from reacting in time.

The local police officers who had formed a circle that was shrinking continuously were now quietly retreating out of sight of the police captain in charge, no longer moving forward.

One of the policemen was shaking with his hand holding the pistol, and he whispered subconsciously.

"It's better not to go in our direction... I don't want to engage in a firefight with them."

Although they didn't know the origins of these criminals, they still knew how strong their combat effectiveness was. They could tell a thing or two just by looking at the rate of attrition.

From the beginning of the street fighting to now, they have only killed one criminal, who was the one who got away.

If we were to engage in a head-on firefight with the criminals' [large group], the dozen or so people ambushing at this exit would probably be killed in just a few encounters, and there would be absolutely no chance of winning.

What the hell is going on? Just thinking about it makes me want to laugh.

The police officer next to him was also in a heavy mood.

The difficulty of this mission was far beyond his expectations.

Who would have thought that there were so few criminals in Hakodate, a city that suddenly appeared with such a big criminal? He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to go home for dinner today————

Tick, tick, tick.

Footsteps were heard at this moment.

The two police officers turned their heads at the same time to look in the direction of the footsteps.

They didn't know who would be walking in such a dark alley at this time.

Are they the criminals? No, there was only the sound of one person's footsteps, not someone who looked like a criminal.

So, are they local citizens of Hakodate? That doesn't seem likely. After all, even if the local citizens of Hakodate are stupid, they wouldn't go near this place after the large-scale gunfight last night, right?

This isn't Chinatown. Can the gunshots that never stopped here be mistaken for firecrackers?

The police officer closest to that side couldn't help but look back in the direction where the footsteps came from.

He raised his pistol and aimed it carefully at the place. Looking at the looming figure in the darkness, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He felt even more nervous and asked tremblingly.

"Y-Who is there? Who are you?"

no respond.

The next moment, in the bright moonlight, the figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

The first thing that caught people's attention was the pair of black sunglasses.

In such a dark night, in such a dangerous alley, normal people would never wear sunglasses, because that would cause them to completely lose their vision in the dark and become blind.

In the alleys filled with constant gunfire, being blind means death.

However, many police officers know that when a pair of sunglasses appears on a person, it will definitely not mean the death of that person, but only the death of the person who sees the sunglasses.

Because, the man wearing sunglasses, in addition to the black sunglasses, was also wearing a black coat, a pair of black leather boots, and even holding a lighter in his hand and holding a cigarette, which looked extremely abnormal.

In places other than Beika-cho and Hakodate City, people dressed like this might be mentally ill patients.

But in this place, this outfit only points to one person.

————Yan Shuangying.

"Yan, Yan Shuangying! Why is Yan Shuangying here? Shouldn't he be in the city center?"

There was a hint of shock and trembling in the police officer's voice.

Because he was so shocked, he couldn't even hold the pistol in his hand steadily, and it fell to the ground. Moreover, it was not until the moment the pistol fell to the ground that he realized what he had seen.

The urban legend walked straight past them and headed towards the criminal.

The police officers originally pointed their guns at Yan Shuangying, but in the end no one opened fire. Instead, they all put down their guns.