"Roar!" Lin Mian roared.

An astonishing scene appeared, and with this roar, a wave of air appeared in front of Lin Mourning, not only pushing the moon in the water, but even the police car behind him was almost overturned.

"Officer, you're very good, but I see how long you can protect that guy. After saying the standard villain lines, Lin Mian turned around and walked into the red Mazda and walked away. And Mizumatsuki lay on the ground but didn't get up for a long time.

Seeing that the "vicious" killer was gone, Takagi had the courage to get out of the police car and walk to Mizumazuki's side to check the situation.

Mizuma Moon seemed to be stunned by that roar, and both eyes became mosquito coil eyes when lying on the ground. Takagi called for a long time before waking him up, who seemed to be sleeping.

"What time is it?" Mizuma asked.

Takagi knew what Mizuma meant and replied, "It's six o'clock in the afternoon, and it's time for us to send the prisoner back to the Metropolitan Police Department for interrogation." This means that the arrest operation on the other side has almost ended, and now Lin Mian has a reason to stop the mission, and the problems and responsibilities are all pushed to the client, and his record and commission have also been preserved.

With Takagi's support, Mizuma Tsuki staggered back to the police car, and was greeted by the monster gaze of Misa Narita and the frightened eyes of the two drug dealers.

"You...... You drove that monster away?" Misa Narita had the words "You're a big monster" in her eyes.

"Alas...... Almost can't beat it? There are people outside the world, and professional killers are really different. Mizumayue pretended to be a tall man.

There are people outside the world, there are people outside the sky, Narita Meisa chewed this sentence with a wry smile, she is used to it for a lifetime, and she has experienced this sentence today.

In her impression, cold weapons such as knives, guns and sticks have long been eliminated by guns. However, today she was first thrown away with two guns, then dodged by bullets, and finally witnessed the duel between two inhuman swordsmen, although she couldn't understand the end of the duel, but she could still feel the breathtaking momentum.

"Big ...... Swordsman. Narita Misa opened her mouth, and Mizuma almost squirted out the water she had just drunk.

"Called...... Call me?" Mizuma looked over uncertainly.

"Well, then, is it too late for me to learn kendo now?" Misa Narita clearly wanted to pursue more power.

"It's too late. Mizumatsuki said without hesitation and mercilessly, he knew that as long as his words softened a little, this woman would pester him to apprentice.

And if she wants to learn the level of fighting between herself and Lin Mourning, it is simply impossible, he doesn't know how Lin Mourning learns, but hard training since childhood and the guidance of famous teachers plus talent should be indispensable.

And although he only started practicing Japanese kendo in a high school club, the foundation was already laid in his previous life, and the ability to fight hard with Lin Mourning came from his previous life, even if he accepted apprentices, he didn't know how to teach.

"If you think the gun is too powerful, you're wrong. Mizuma Yue persuaded him: "There are also real masters who use guns to the realm of transcendence. "For example, Gin, such as Weixinghu, they all have the ability to collapse Shui Jianyue before he entered the state, especially since Gin has already collapsed once.

Lin Mourning also bluntly said that he fought against such a master with a gun, and he could solve the battle in ten seconds if he fought at close range, but he would be hit before he could get close at a distance.

"A gun can also be trained to become a master!" Misa Narita's eyes lit up as she looked at Mizuma expectantly.

"Yes, and there are many more of them than the masters of cold weapons. "Mizumazuki, as long as there is no deep hatred (such as Conan's bad deal), he doesn't particularly hold grudges, he didn't like Narita Misa before, but now Narita Misa's attitude improves, and he is willing to speak well.

On the other hand, Mizuma's mind is now all on his forty-day long vacation, and the question of his attitude towards Narita Misa is not in his mind at all.

"But isn't it good to use a gun to be accurate? I can aim at the target with both guns at the same time in a second, and I will still be kicked away by you. Narita Misa didn't believe Mizumatsuki's statement, after all, Mizumatsuki's attitude towards her was still bad and she wanted to beat people before, so it is very likely that she is perfunctory to him now.

Mizumatsuki doesn't know Narita Misa's psychological activities, and is still planning where to play during the forty-day long vacation and where to go to "celebrate the Tanabata Festival". said casually: "What kind of master are you, at least you have to save the point of aiming with your eyes." ”

"Don't aim with your eyes?" Misa Narita felt like she was listening to the Arabian Nights.

"That's right, after a lot of practice, you don't need your eyes to measure, you only need to feel your gun to know where your gun is pointing, which is the basic work for a real gunman. "Even the vodka should be able to do it, the last time I was fighting with Gin, vodka helped, and Mizuma Yue recognized that the vodka was using the Browning Power Mk I, and the sights were removed.

Because of the design of this gun, there is a little problem, and many users choose to remove the sights to avoid the problem, and vodka should be among them.

Regardless of whether Misa Narita believes it or not, the group finally returned to the Metropolitan Police Department.

"This ...... This is the Tokyo Agency's place!" Misa Narita stood under the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department building, looking up at the building, which was not too tall for Mizuma Tsuki.

"Say it again, it's the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department!" Mizuma corrected.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Unlike the first time when she didn't listen at all, this time Narita Misa nodded in agreement.

Walking into the Metropolitan Police Department, Misa Narita was like a child who was led into an amusement park by her parents, eager to look east and west, but didn't dare to really walk out of the team.

"Mizuma Police Department supplement, good afternoon. On the way, I met a police officer I knew, and took the initiative to say hello to Mizumatsuki.

"Good afternoon. Mizuma smiled back.

"You...... You're a police officer!" Misa Narita asked in surprise, she was not from the Yamanashi Prefectural Police Headquarters, but the warden of a small prison. In their prison, the only police department is the prison director, and the others are all inspectors, inspectors, and inspectors. Of course, she can't realize how worthless the police department is in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and she can't realize that there are still rare places in the police department.

Mizuma glanced at her and didn't speak, he had shown his police ID when they first met at a sushi restaurant.

Narita Misa, who led Grandma Liu to visit the Grand View Garden, found the management officer of Matsumoto all the way, and Mizuma Yue directly handed over the person to Matsumoto Shimizu with the meaning of inviting merit.

"Why did you arrive so late?" asked Managing Officer Matsumoto knowingly.

"That...... Forehead...... It's all to blame for this woman who is too abrasive!" Of course, Mizuma Moon didn't really shirk her responsibility, and the task of delaying time was still Matsumoto Shimizu who sent a text message to him and Takagi.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Misa Narita, who suddenly took the blame, subconsciously shouted, and then Mizuma Yue glared back at her and didn't dare to squeak.

"If you go to Mizuma, don't bully Officer Narita. Matsumoto looked kind, "Why did I hear Twilight say that you were bullied enough by someone over there in Yamanashi?"

The one who bullied me the most was the dead fat man of Twilight! Mizumatsuki scolded in her heart, but what she said was: "Good men don't fight women." “

Narita Misa pursed her lips, she didn't know who beat her away with a stick, if it wasn't for the police officer named Twilight to stop her, she would have to be beaten again.

Mizuma seemed to understand what Misa Narita meant, and glared at him defiantly, if someone hadn't beaten the prisoner, he wouldn't have pulled out a stick, and if someone hadn't pointed a gun at the head, he wouldn't have kicked someone away.