Kuroki Jin already held the gun in his right hand, and his left hand subconsciously moved towards the red rope around his neck, and put the guardian-style amulet at the end of the red rope into his palm and rubbed it.
"No problem."
He could vaguely guess the origins of the people below, so he seemed a little eager to try. With a bit of excitement in his eyes, Kuroki Jin gently loaded the pistol, and the originally low sound sounded very loud in this open area. He climbed down the stair railing step by step, step by step, without making a single sound of footsteps. When he approached the fortieth floor, his breathing even slowed down.
The two sides were about to get into trouble. At this moment, Ginjiu suddenly issued an order from the headset:
"Stop."
"?" Kuroki Ren was stunned for a moment. Although he stopped subconsciously, he had no idea what was happening. He was about to ask why, but the next moment he noticed a vibration under his feet. He quickly climbed up two steps before hearing anything.
To the roaring explosion.
"Gin, you're kidding me..." Before he could finish his roar, he subconsciously rolled on the spot and dodged the bullets coming from below.
He immediately realized that the bomb was not detonated by Gin.
Gin's questioning voice came from the headset, but Kuroki Jin had no intention of replying. He seemed to be at a disadvantage, being hit by so many bullets that the opponent was crushing him that he could no longer stand up.
"Delay for another twenty seconds." Gin said, his voice very calm, as if he had expected this scene to happen.
Because Kuroki Jin’s mission from the beginning was to hold these people back, attracting their attention while waiting for his own people below to come up.
Of course it's okay to delay for another twenty seconds, but we can't cower like this anymore.
So he took the risk to come out of the blind spot, listened to the sound and fired at the source of the bullet, while paying attention to his position to avoid being swept by the upward bullet.
The people on the opposite side seemed to know that there was not much time, and there were some faint footsteps among the gunshots. Kuroki heard it clearly, but it was already at this time, how could they let them run away so easily.
He slid down the stairs with a shovel and quickly arrived at the thirty-ninth and a half floors. From this angle, he could even vaguely see the figures of some people on the opposite side.
"This is the first time we've met, please give me some advice!" There were rumbling explosions and continuous bullets in the background. Although he was speaking, the people opposite could not hear him at all, and he was not speaking to them.
Kuroki fired his gun at a tricky angle, knowing in advance that they wanted to retreat, so it was easy to seal the road.
The people on the opposite side had to leave two to provide fire cover, and let the other three retreat inside first.
At this time, gunshots came from below for support. The two black figures on the 39th floor looked at each other. One of them walked half of his body into the door first, and then while the two sides took turns firing, the person in front rolled into the door.<
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A string of bullets from Kuroki hit the door.
"Tsk." He gritted his teeth and made a reluctant sound. A group of men in black came up from below. The leader stood at the door and let the rest of his teammates go in first. He threw the assault rifle he was carrying to Kuroki.
Yes, the two of them only exchanged a few modal particles throughout the whole process.
The pursuit battle on the 39th floor begins.
At the same time, in the banquet hall on the 75th floor, Edogawa Conan was the first to find that Kuroki Jin and Amuro Toru were missing. When he looked around and couldn't find these two people, he already felt bad in his heart.
Hunch.
Mio Tokiwa was later hanged in front of the celebration painting painted by Kisaragi Hosui for the opening of the building, which further verified his uneasiness.
After a simple investigation, he discovered that the murder was not committed by anyone from the organization.
After taking in the view of Mount Fuji at night, Edogawa Conan smiled knowingly. Just as he was walking back to find Kogoro Mori to let him sleep, the ground beneath his feet shook. p>
"Is this...an earthquake?"
The guests present had experienced the organizer being hanged before their eyes and then being hit by an earthquake, and they had already begun to curse the people who built this broken building.
If you insist on building high-rise buildings, you must be punished!
But we are just here for a visit, please don’t share the retribution equally on us!
The scene became a little chaotic, and the police temporarily turned their attention away from the corpse and began to maintain order in the venue.
The police who stayed downstairs passed the news upwards, saying that the power generation room on the fourth underground floor and the computer room on the 40th floor of Building A had exploded at the same time.
The fire caused by the explosion is constantly spreading upwards, and because the power room was bombed, almost all electrical facilities cannot be used.
It started to get noisy upstairs.
On the 39th floor, it is just the opposite. There is only the whistling of bullets and not a word of nonsense.
The thirty-ninth floor is a place similar to an office area, with several desks connected together. Almost every room here has this structure.
The people in front seemed to have studied the road here, and very rationally used tables as barriers and chairs as obstacles so that they could not catch up or lose.
It seems that they are not here to surround and kill this group of people, but this group of people is here to involve them...
Kuroki Ren paused, then turned around and ran away. He had a bad guess that he wanted to confirm.
"Gin." He whispered. No one on the other side responded. He also hit his left ear hard and patted the headset inside.
Communication has been cut off.
The forty-first floor is also an office area, but the situation seems to be the reverse of the thirty-ninth floor.
"Bourbon." Gin sneered, pointing his gun at a row of tables three meters away. He firmly believed that the person he was looking for must be hidden behind them.
"You finally showed your weakness." Gin came alone, and Vodka stayed behind to take care of the contact between him and Kuroki Jin, but the contact was interrupted just for a moment. You don't have to think about it to know that it was man-made. p>
"It's not in vain that I have wasted so much time waiting for you here. When Scotland was exposed, I proposed that you and Rye be executed together, but unfortunately no one listened."
"Did you do it when Potter was almost killed?"
"Are you involved in Shirley's escape?"
"Where is she now?"
"Bourbon, now that we have reached this point, are you still unwilling to come out and surrender?"
As Gin approached step by step, he seemed to be able to feel the breathing of the person behind the table. Thinking that the next moment he would violently fight back and be nailed to the ground by himself one by one, Gin couldn't help but feel nervous.
The excitement.
There was a tingling sound coming from the headset. It should be that Vodka was trying to find a way to repair the communication. He no longer cared about this place at the moment. In two steps, he could see the person hiding behind the table.
"Gin...jiu..." Gin's very familiar voice came from the headset. Although it was unclear, he could still tell that it was Kuroki Jin's voice.
"Trap...where you are...is..."
Gin was stunned, of course it was a trap, he designed it for Bourbon... No!
Gin's pupils shrank, and he felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. A small red dot gradually appeared on the right side of his face facing the glass.
This direction is the direction where he set up the sniper rifle. If Vodka is still safe, then the sniper's sniper point should be further away from the place he chose.
The location he chose was four hundred meters away from the building in a straight line. During the initial investigation, he had also confirmed other sniper points. The second best location was a rooftop seven hundred meters away.
Seven-hundred-meter moving target sniping can get enough attention even in the organization, and the list of famous snipers from the outside world is in Gin's mind. In just a short moment, a row of names flashed in his mind. p>
The most famous one among them was once a member of the organization, and he just appeared in his mouth.