Judging by the speed at which it was drawn and the slight sound it made from friction, it was probably a Swiss mini-pistol. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It has a length of about 5.5 centimeters, weighs 19.8 grams, has a caliber of only 2.34 millimeters, a range of up to 112 meters, and a bullet velocity of up to 122 meters per second.

Tsk, this guy has a lot of guns hidden on his body, first the M629 revolver, then the Walter PPK, and finally the mini pistol.

But compared to him, it's still weak.

Kurosawa Silver loaded his gun without a trace, and pressed the muzzle of the black hole down, ready to fire.

He was going to use the skill of the bullet to break the opponent's hand before this clever guy shot him, and see if he could still cause trouble.

It was terrible to disturb his time with so many tricks.

Kurosawa Gin, who stretched lazily and was about to go back to sleep after finishing this ticket, stepped forward lightly.

The shadow's position is not well oriented, and he still needs to shoot at close range in order to grasp the ability to destroy the opponent's mobility without harming the opponent.

Before that, it's okay to admire each other's faces.

The angle he was standing at was that the other party could see his face, but he couldn't see the other party's face, and he didn't like this unequal deal.

"Well, let's see who you are. He lowered his head and chuckled, "You must have been in contact with the Egg of Memories before you could attach a bug to the surface of the Egg of Memory, but there are only a handful of such people, and there are only four people left except for the police." ”

Pu Si Qinglan, Silu Ofu Nikov, Qianjiangyi, Hanchuan Long.

Kurosawa Silver didn't say this, because there was no need, anyway, in the next second, when he exposed the other party's mask, the other party's identity was exposed.

What kind of reasoning, what evidence, and what suspicion are needed to catch the bag on the spot?

Conan's guy might, but Kurosawa didn't have that much of a mind to get to the bottom of it.

He simply stepped forward neatly, and was about to touch the nearby land where the moonlight swayed, but he didn't expect that the edge of the earlobe on the side of the other party's face suddenly lit up with a silver light.

What the hell? What kind of reflective weapon does this guy have?

Kurosawa quickly took two steps back, covered the side of his face, and squinted his eyes to see the source of the silver light, but the assassin on the opposite side took the opportunity to pull out the Swiss mini tied to the calf, and with a loud bang, the sharp and piercing sound of breaking the air was accompanied by the copper bullets.

In the next second, a touch of edge was on the verge of Kurosawa Silver.

But it's just on the verge of it, and although the vision can't keep up with the speed of the bullet, all you need to do is see it.

Kurosawa Silver tilted his head slightly, a few strands of broken hair hanging down on his forehead were cut, but his skin was unharmed, and then he took a wrong step unhurriedly, raised his knee and slammed into the lower abdomen of the assassin who wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack and pounce on, and simply kicked him out cleanly.

The whole process is smooth and untouchable.

It is precisely because of the lack of jerkiness and skillful skills that he directly slid the opponent's body a few meters away on the road and hit the guardrail heavily.

He heard the sound of the guy gasping not far away, and it was obvious that the wound and pain on his body made him unbearable any longer, and he let out a low moan.

"I said, do you have any shaky constitution. Kurosawa Silver pursed his lips, even though there was a faint smile on his face, but at this moment, no one felt that this smile had any warm color, "Can't you go to the police station obediently?

The other party didn't answer, but the frequency of panting seemed to be a little greater, and the successive collisions made him unable to bear it at all.

Kurosawa Silver also felt that it was not interesting to talk to himself at all, shrugged his shoulders, pulled out Beretta's magazine, replaced the soft fruit candy with hard rock candy, aimed at the person who was struggling to get up on the ground, and fired two shots, and the bullet grazed the Swiss mini accurately, and it was directly cut into two parts.

It's just a dying struggle, and the nonsense is ridiculous.

"I'm going to see what else you have at your disposal. He tilted his head and muttered softly as he walked over, beware of the reflection of the silver light that had suddenly changed last time, but luckily this time it didn't happen, and Kurosawa walked with peace of mind.

He saw the other party's figure clearly.

It's a pity that he was wearing a baseball cap, his hair was missing, and his clothes were tattered like beggars, and he struggled for a while, but he couldn't tell whether the other party was a man or a woman.

But even if the other party is a woman, lying in front of him with his chest exposed, Kurosawa Silver still wants to vomit a little.

He raised his hand that did not hold the gun and rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand, his body swayed, slightly unstable, and his face gradually turned from pale to bruised.

Although he desperately hinted in his heart that he couldn't do it, but in the next second, Kurosawa Silver still involuntarily covered the railing next to him and began to vomit.

"Vomit-vomit-vomit-"

It's disgusting! It's so bloody! I want to faint!

He obviously controlled himself and didn't throw a bomb to blow up the other party's flesh and blood, why is there so much blood on this guy's body?

The bullet he fired just now would at most paralyze the other party's nerves, and would not cause damage to the blood vessels, so why?

Could it be that this is the effect of the M36 explosion caused by the clever bounce of the opponent's bullet back to the muzzle of the opponent's gun?

Damn, he just wanted to take revenge for the other party's original laser gun that blew up the monitor still in his hand!

I knew that I wouldn't be a child, but now it's okay, the other party was injured, he kicked the other party just now, and the blood gushed out, and now it's splashed all over the body......

A bleak blood-colored picture appeared in Kurosawa Gin's mind in a trance, and he suddenly retched again, almost didn't vomit out the overnight meal, and all the nutrients in his body seemed to be hollowed out in an instant, his legs trembled, he trembled, and the white light in front of him burst out, and his mind was blank.

The assassin who fell near the railing said he was stunned.

Is he ugly? so ugly that people vomit just looking at him?

No, Kurosawa's eyes weren't focused on his face just now, and his face was obscured by the shadow of his hair and the brim of his hat, so it was obvious that Kurosawa had an absolute possibility that he would react so strongly when he saw something on him.

What's in him?

The killer looked down curiously, only to find that there was nothing to shock the other party except for broken clothes and blood.

Wait a minute...... Blood? Could it be that this guy is faint in blood?

Hehe, how is it possible, maybe the other party is just too deep in cleanliness and disgusted to vomit when he sees him dirty!

Whatever the reason, it seems that now is a good time to escape.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he bounced up with lightning speed, wanting to jump over the railing and escape from the bridge, but he inadvertently glanced back, but under the advantage of the moonlight, he saw Kurosawa Gin's face clearly, and the footsteps that had just stepped on the railing suddenly stopped.

There, his pupils were frighteningly pale, his pupils dilated, his black hair was stuck in his ten fingers, and he had no time to care about his own escape.

The situation took a 180-degree turn in an instant. (To be continued.) )