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

Facing Webster's questioning, Yan Shuangying just answered calmly.

"That depends on whether you are afraid of people or ghosts."

Urban legends are moving closer to Webster.

The next moment, Webster threw away his gun and took up his sword, rushing towards Yan Shuangying.

The cold light of the dagger flashed in the air.

The sound of breaking through the air and Yan Shuangying's voice sounded at the same time.

"In this world, good people don't die, bad people don't die, only one kind of people dies."

Boom————

"That's a foolish person who doesn't know himself and is arrogant!"

Blood gushed out and formed a small puddle on the ground.

The mercenary vanguard fell to the ground, motionless, with his eyes open.

The black-clad figure who had crossed paths with him had disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Chapter 424: Alarming the Snake

Webster died peacefully.

If other arms dealers in Southeast Asia knew about this, they would be shocked and unbelievable that Webster had a car accident in a small country like Japan where guns are banned, and died on the roadside.

However, to those who know Yan Shuangying well enough, this is nothing out of the ordinary.

Anyone who thinks he can kill Yan Shuangying in a head-on confrontation will often end up with only two outcomes: one is death at the hands of Yan Shuangying, and the other is death at the hands of Yan Shuangying soon.

Tick, tick, tick.

Footsteps were soon heard not far from the scene where Webster and Yan Shuangying were fighting.

The local police officer in Hakodate who had previously reminded Yan Shuangying was a little worried, so he sneaked over to see what was going on and to help if there were any problems.

Although his abilities are of little help in a fight of this level.

But it's better than nothing, right? He just randomly shot him and let it go after that one shot. He didn't leave the cover the whole time, just to attract the criminals' attention. How could he be killed by the criminals for that?

If this is the only way to get killed by a stray bullet, then he will accept it.

There's nothing we can do about it; this is just my fate.

However, the police officer approached cautiously and took a look, only to find that the situation here was completely different from what he expected.

There were no intense firefights, no duels between gunmen.

He only saw corpses lying on the ground, with no one paying attention to them. The bodies of all the criminals were here. The urban legend in the black coat had disappeared from here quietly at some point in time.

Those terrorists who could easily deal with local police officers like killing stray dogs on the roadside, died like stray dogs on the roadside when facing Yan Shuangying. No one cared about them and there was no difference at all.

"How incredible... Is this the urban legend in Tokyo called 'half-human, half-ghost, the best gunslinger'?"

The local police officer swallowed his saliva and gained a deeper understanding of this title.

Sure enough, there are only wrong names, but no wrong code names. There is a reason why others call Yan Shuangying half human, half ghost. If it weren't for the progress of the times, everyone would know that there are no ghosts in this world.

If it were in ancient times, it would probably be directly added with the word "ghost" like those particularly powerful generals in the Warring States Period.

For example, Shibata Katsuie's Ghost Shibata, Ghost Musashi, Ghost Hanzo, etc...

He approached cautiously where the bodies lay.

He scanned the wounds on the corpses and saw that there was a knife mark on the throats of all of them. It was obvious that they had been cut in the throat with a knife. They died quickly and efficiently. The blood gathered into small lakes under the corpses.

The most eye-catching thing was the body of the man who fell by the wall.

The other terrorists had their throats slashed with a knife, and they didn't even have time to use their guns. Only the corpse was holding a pistol, and it was clear that he fell with his back to the others.

Although he was eventually killed by Yan Shuangying, judging from the situation, he was at least aware of Yan Shuangying's existence and fought a brief battle with Yan Shuangying before being killed...

The local police officer checked and confirmed that everyone was dead before pulling out the walkie-talkie from his bulletproof vest.

He quickly adjusted the channel of the walkie-talkie, then connected to the walkie-talkie of the police captain in charge of the command, informed the police captain of the situation here, and waited for further instructions from the police captain.

However, before the local police officer could inform the police chief of all the circumstances.

The sudden sound made his body tremble subconsciously, his hands and feet felt numb, and he felt a little uneasy.

"Where are you?"

The local police officer quickly hung the walkie-talkie back on his bulletproof vest, drew his pistol, and carefully scanned all directions here, trying to find the person hiding in the dark.

However, he found nothing until he heard a crackling sound of electricity and realized that it was the voice of a walkie-talkie.

————This was obviously not the sound of his police walkie-talkie, but the sound of the walkie-talkies on these terrorists.

To be more precise, it was the voice coming from the intercom hanging on the body of the most powerful terrorist among these terrorists, the terrorist who had a brief exchange with Yan Shuangying——

"what happened?"

The strange male voice sounded again in the terrorist's intercom.

The local police officer approached cautiously and picked up the walkie-talkie.

Just as he was about to ask who the person on the other end of the intercom was, what his identity was, and why there was a terrorist intercom channel, the voice of the commanding police captain came from the intercom hanging on his chest.

"What's going on? Why did you stop halfway through the story? Did something unexpected happen?"

Such a sound obviously alarmed the person on the other end of the terrorist's walkie-talkie.

The buzzing sound of the intercom stopped.

The unidentified guy on the other side of the terrorist unilaterally terminated the call, alerting the terrorist.

The local police officer immediately sighed, pulled out the walkie-talkie from his bulletproof vest, and spoke to the police captain.

"...Inspector, to make a long story short, Yan Shuangying killed all those terrorists."

"Then, the intercom of the most powerful terrorist inside rang. I just picked up the intercom and was about to ask who was on the other end of the line, but I was scared by your voice and hung up..."

"Inspector, this shouldn't be considered a dereliction of duty on my part, right?"

On the other end of the intercom, the commanding police officer who was still outside the alley twitched his mouth.

To be honest, God knows what's going on over there.

In this kind of emergency, couldn't he just cover the intercom, quietly explain the situation, and then approach the terrorist's intercom to get information? What an inexperienced kid...

Before he could say anything more, he suddenly perked up.

The inspector looked around but found nothing.

But he heard the roar of the locomotive engine starting up——

There was no doubt that Yan Shuangying had just returned to his faithful motorcycle, and without anyone knowing, he had mounted the motorcycle and was ready to leave.

From this perspective, what the police officer said is most likely true.

"...What a complicated guy."

The inspector couldn't help but say.

"If only this guy were like Batman, only arresting people and not killing them, that would be great. Otherwise, why would the entire Hakodate police force be so desperate to capture him now...?"

Chapter 425 Escape...?

An unfamiliar voice came over Webster's intercom.

Although only a few words were spoken, the Death Merchant immediately ended the communication with the other party and clearly realized a fact——

Webster died at the hands of Yan Shuangying.

Brian D. Kadokura's face was gloomy.

He had learned about Yan Shuangying's deeds, so he naturally knew how outrageous this guy's fighting ability would be if his deeds were true.

However, that is beyond the reach of normal humans. Therefore, he, like Webster, believes that Yan Shuangying's deeds are definitely exaggerated.

It was not until Webster's mercenary convoy was sniped by unknown persons just now, and Webster mentioned that it might be Yan Shuangying who shot them beyond visual range, that Brian once again considered the possibility that those deeds were true.

————Now, he thinks those stories might be true.

If those deeds were false and Yan Shuangying was just an ordinary master who was exaggerated, then Webster would never allow Yan Shuangying to be killed without even having the chance to send back a message.

The loss in Hakodate this time was greater than Brian had expected.

Even if all the mercenaries brought this time were killed in Hakodate, it would not be as great a loss to him as if Webster were killed alone. You know, it is not easy to train a vanguard of this level.

The vast majority of people do not have the talent to reach Webster's level.

Even if they have talent, most of them do not have the space and time to train, let alone have the same loyalty as Webster - even if he is given five teams of mercenaries, it is not as important as giving him one Webster.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

The mercenary sitting next to the Death Merchant asked in confusion.

He didn't know why the Death Merchant just answered Webster's call and then ended the call after asking a question. What did that mean? Was there any other voice on the other end of the line?

The communication ended so quickly that he didn't hear it clearly.

Brian said nothing.

He was in a bad mood, very bad.

This time in Hakodate, not only did he fail to obtain the Axe River secret treasure that he had been longing for, but he also lost a lot of mercenaries. Even Webster died inexplicably at the hands of a mysterious urban legend.

In addition to the loss of firearms, business has been delayed for several days.

As a qualified businessman, he was deeply saddened by these losses, but there was no way to make up for them. This made his mood go downhill and made him feel particularly unhappy.

Those officers from the Port Police Station who blocked the roads and prevented anyone from entering the Port of Hakodate.

After such a long internal review, the guardrail was finally opened to allow vehicles to pass and enter the Hakodate Port. Looking at the ordinary vehicles passing by, the driver sitting in the front seat asked,

"Boss, do we need to wait for others to arrive? Or should we just go in directly?"

"Just go in, no need to wait for others, we'll go back now."

Brian sighed and spoke directly.