"Boom—"

"Shirley" turned into an afterimage, and kept turning back and running like lightning.

Far beyond the reaction speed of ordinary people, and abundant physical fitness, he has achieved the feat of accelerating on the air.

No one could see where he was.

All you can see is white afterimages, and the wind that it raises.

With a single move, he easily broke the speed of sound, bringing a thunderous sonic boom.

After brushing it, "she" paused slightly, and disappeared in the next moment, appearing more than ten meters away.

More than a dozen bikers with grenade launchers, along with their cars, were cut in two.

No one is the enemy of "Shirley".

Pistol bullets, simply can't keep up with "her".

Sniper rifles, unable to aim.

The snipers of the organization called by Gin, sweating profusely in the sniper position, stalked the target in vain.

The white shadow that was still in the scope one second has "teleported" more than ten or twenty meters away in the next moment, and it is impossible to aim at all.

"Boss ......"

A sniper, with beads of sweat on his hands, his trembling voice ringing through his headphones:

"Run, it's a monster, a monster—"

"She's found me—she's seen it—ah—"

The sound disappears.

On the high platform, the sniper had fallen, and there were dense blood holes on his head and body.

His eyes opened angrily with fear, telling his unwillingness.

"Shirley" withdrew her gaze.

It's just a second-rate sniper, throwing a stone with five or six times the speed of sound, such a short distance, it's about the same as being in front of you.

Looking back on the field, there is almost no live ......

Things are completely out of place.

After today, the image of Shiho Miyano will inevitably be ranked among the world's terrorists.

Not to mention the Japanese Public Security and Metropolitan Police Department, any national intelligence agency will make great efforts to track down this person.

Why don't you let the distillery carry the black pot again········· Anyway, don't wineries often do this kind of human research?

The secret organization hidden underground in the distillery is most afraid of being exposed to the surface.

In the final analysis, this kind of underground organization, no matter how powerful, cannot really compete with the army.

Secrecy is its umbrella, but it also limits its growth.

After today, the winery doesn't want to go back to the past·······

After all, this is Chiyoda Ward.

Chiyoda-ku is one of the 23 special wards in Tokyo, including the Imperial Palace, the residence of the Emperor of Japan, the Diet (Nagatacho), the Supreme Court (Supreme Court), the Yasukuni Shrine, and most of the central ministries and offices (central administrative units) in Otemachi, all of which are located in Chiyoda-ku, making it the political and economic center of Japan.

In addition to its functions as a political center, the headquarters of many of Japan's leading companies are also located in Chiyoda. As of October 2007, Chiyoda had a population density of 3,912 people per square kilometer. The area of the Imperial Palace accounts for 12%.

The aftermath of such a large-scale street shootout in this place is international, and can be compared to an armed attack on Wall Street··········

In the shootout of more than 300 people, and the suspected "genetically modified" "humanoid weapon", more than 1,000 people were killed and countless people were injured········

Direct and indirect economic losses are initially estimated to be in the hundreds of millions of dollars············

The eyes of the whole world will be focused on this, and if the Japanese police are in charge of national security and intelligence affairs, this kind of thing will not be able to paddle again, and political pressure will force them to activate the spy "Bourbon" who infiltrates the brewery.

When the time comes, it is conceivable that the Japanese Public Security, Metropolitan Police Department, and even the Self-Defense Forces will be dispatched to attack the tentacles of the organization.

And these bases that were destroyed because of him were counted in the mission.

"I'm looking forward to the ······ of the battle between the distillery and intelligence organizations around the world."

Lin Zhengyang walked on the wreckage of the explosion with relief, carefully mending the knife, and making sure not to let go of a live mouth who dared to shoot him.

He was waiting, waiting for Gin to appear.

So far, I haven't seen more support, which is very telling·········

Gin, most of which was abandoned by the boss.

Pretty much in line with the style of the organization, isn't it?

If it's exposed, you'll have to die··········· It's a pity that the person who can kill the mouth of gin now no longer exists.

Lin Zhengyang will kill all the enemies within 500 meters, and this distance is only a matter of a second or two, just as simple as an ordinary person walking in from the living room through the door.

Gin and vodka, already off the bus.

"Big brother, the boss let us solve it ourselves······· In the short term, there will be no more support. ”

Vodka spoke in a low tone.

In the micro headphones that he carried, a male voice came out after being changed by a voice changer:

"Hold on for another fifteen minutes, three military helicopters will arrive, if you can't hold on, jump into the sea!"

Gin didn't speak, and with a blank face, he pulled out the tiny earphones inside his collar, threw them to the ground, and stepped on them.

"Vodka, don't wait."

Say what you say and hold on for fifteen minutes, and the corpse is almost the same.

Gin is familiar with the habits of the boss.

In this case, they have been abandoned.

Vodka tries to keep up with him, but is stopped by Gin with his arm outstretched.

"Big brother?"

Gin didn't speak, just glanced at him.

An old partner for many years, Vodka instantly understood the meaning of gin:

Don't follow!

"Big brother, I'll ········ with you"

Gin didn't reply:

"No, she's here for me."

"Vodka ·······"

Gin paused.

"I'm afraid I'm not going to be there······· You're so stupid, stay in the organization and be sold sooner or later·······"

"If you can find a home, sell the information for a good price as soon as possible········ Forget it, the photos of you and me, it is estimated that countless people have already known at this time, you will leave immediately, the person who killed the mouth should be on the road at this time, be careful yourself! ”

With that said, Gin strode forward.

The vodka stopped in place and muttered in a daze:

"Big Brother ···········"

Actually, I'm also undercover··········

Actually·········

You, you already knew, didn't you?

This question, after all, was still in my heart.

Vodka knew he didn't get a chance to ask again.

That "Shirley", it's terrifying, a distance of a few hundred meters, in the blink of an eye, to catch bullets with bare hands, and to walk in the air·····

This is not an enemy that can be dealt with with pistol bullets.

This is an opponent that can only be dealt with by heavy artillery bombing or air force siege.

Even so, the supersonic displacement speed of the other party, once it enters the city, is a natural disaster.