Chapter 136: Cunzhi Miao Fights Again! Top Killer! ...
Gin rarely had this feeling - as if something was beyond his expectations, running in a direction he had never imagined, like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins and would never return.
But this feeling didn't seem to be the first time it appeared, and there was even a subtle sense of familiarity...but it didn't exist in his specific memory, it was just a vague feeling, like some soft touch wrapped around his body.
He seemed to have seen such a scene in a dream: a gray unidentified object fell from the sky and rode on him unreasonably, followed by an irritating close combat.
Those various dreams came and went quickly, and in the end, only a little unpleasant heat lingered in the mind, causing Gin to ask Vodka what his hateful and inexplicable neighbor was doing recently.
At that time, Vodka didn't understand why his wise and brave elder brother suddenly cared so much about a little girl. He just helped to check every day in confusion. As he checked, he looked at the photo information and memorized that face.
Therefore, when the gray shadow descended from the sky, shouting "For the organization," Vodka stood there in shock for a long moment, mouth agape, before suddenly reacting, "Brother...that's not...!"
A crack appeared on the cold face of the silver-haired Top Killer, as if he was confused, or as if the long-awaited prey had finally landed in front of him... in his palm.
After a brief moment of shock, he cracked his mouth, revealing a shark-like bloody smile: "I knew... that little mouse is definitely not an ordinary..."
The little mouse is not the medium-sized shadow in memory - she is not the hamster ball today, and she is not riding a black cat, but her heroic motorcycle that she has saved up for a long time and upgraded to SR+.
She descended from the sky like a god, or a ghost, in short, not very human, carrying with her a thunderous force, and with a clang she first overturned the coffin, and then hit the old man in front of her who had just been hit on the head by a toilet plunger and was buzzing, and had not yet realized that he was attacked.
Before Grandpa Baigui could react, he fell under the wheels of the ferocious raccoon motorcycle, and half of the blood bar on his head was cut off.
cool.
The player, who was having his first motorcycle fight, whistled in a cool manner and casually gestured to Gin—Moroboshi, who was standing behind Gin—with a smile: "Mimi, do you think Mommy is handsome? I'll save the back seat for you next time we go out together."
Mimi Zhuxing: “…………”
Although he was very grateful that she didn't call out his name directly and let Gin know that they knew each other... he still felt a throbbing pain in his forehead.
While his temple was aching, he didn't have time to rub it. He simply kept a calm tone and asked Gin in a low voice, while his other hand reached for his guitar bag behind him: "Is this... the 'assassin' arranged by the organization? Does the organization have such a plan?"
Vodka: “…………Ah?”
He was still lost in the wonder of "how did that little girl from my brother's neighborhood suddenly show up in a place like this?", thinking it was outrageous. When Lei asked him this, he looked at his brother with some doubt: Could that little girl with such abstract behavior really be part of the organization?
If she is really a member of the organization, neither his eldest brother nor he himself knows about it, and she lives next to his eldest brother... Could it be that the boss arranged for her to monitor him... No, I can't think about it too much!
"...idiots," Gin was almost laughing at his two subordinates, "We've already made arrangements for the subsequent organization of the Hyakkikai. This woman suddenly showed up to disrupt things - how could she be part of the organization?"
He had already taken out his gun, his gaze fixed coldly on the girl before him, a hint of excitement blazing in his eyes: she was indeed no ordinary person, he had finally truly caught her by the tail, and now…
"Hello, big brother. Who are you going to create next?"
The short-haired girl on the motorcycle came over to shake his hand, stepped on the forehead of the old man of the Hundred Ghosts, and even crushed it with her foot. Her golden eyes flashed with fighting spirit: "For the sake of our organization's century-old foundation, I will fight wherever you point - let's overthrow the Hundred Ghosts Society together!"
Gin: “…………?”
This was another scene he had never seen before. The last time she came over and got so close to him, reaching out to shake his hand, it seemed like... Tsk?!
This strange association made him itch all over, and he didn't react immediately.
Gin was stunned, Vodka was stunned, Lei was stunned... Lei pulled out a submachine gun from his guitar bag with an expressionless face, turned around and looked at the members of the Yakuza organization who also pulled out swords, weapons and machine guns.
Of course, the three of them knew that Chaomu’s wine was not real or fake, at most he was just someone who drank fake wine, but the members of the Hundred Ghosts Society didn’t know that.
The Jidao men only saw an assassin descend from the sky, shouting "Long Live the Organization!", causing a commotion in front of the young master's spirit, and even overthrowing their boss.
The poor old man under her feet let out a furious whine: "The organization... Gin... is going too far! How can we, the Hundred Demons Society, tolerate such humiliation... My men! Kill them!"
Those elite henchmen who had followed him through thick and thin and earned a great reputation in the Tokyo underworld finally lost their patience and threw off their coats, revealing their hideous demon head tattoos, rushing forward one after another: "Kill! Avenge the young master!"
The situation suddenly became difficult to resolve.
Chaomu retracted her hand before Gin threw her over the shoulder. Unsurprisingly, she said, "It's a main quest elite boss after all, and its health bar isn't even halfway... This is a phase transition, so we need to clear out the smaller monsters first."
She stepped back onto her motorcycle, raised her toilet plunger, no, Golden Raccoon vacuum cleaner, and cheered excitedly: "Take my invincible raccoon cannon--"
At the same time, Lei raised his gun.
"Whatever the misunderstanding, the Hyakkikai probably won't listen to our explanation." He asked his superior in a calm, rational, and objective tone, but he pulled the trigger first. "Shoot first, Gin?"
Amid the chaotic gunfire, Gin failed to immediately notice the small movements of his restless subordinate as he usually would.
The silver-haired man turned his gaze away from the figure on the motorcycle, turned around and shot the "Bone Girl" right between the eyebrows, and sneered bloodily: "Shoot first."
After the beating, he would settle the score with that little mouse... This time, he would definitely make her live a life worse than death.
The little mouse was still shouting something about doing it for the organization and for the big brother. She blasted away several minions who came to rescue her with a cannon and went towards the elite boss No. 1 in her eyes with all her concentration.
The elite boss who had just been knocked down also climbed up at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his age. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and looked at him with a vicious look: "Who the hell are you... How dare you come to our Hundred Ghosts Club and cause trouble?!"
"You invited me here." Chaomu held the Golden Raccoon vacuum cleaner, switched to invincible mode, and locked onto the familiar old man in black haori in front of him. "Didn't you ask me to come and apologize to your son? So I'm here."
She had been working hard for a long time, doing daily tasks for a long time, and had leveled up a lot. While doing housework, the Golden Raccoon vacuum cleaner had absorbed and accumulated a lot of junk props. When she was in Italy, she had picked up a lot of upgrade materials. The energy that could be converted was already hundreds or even tens of times higher than when she was killing mice in the ventilation duct, and she could also launch terrifying bombardments.
I won’t need Shi’er’s experience card to fight a small boss... I’ll save it for fighting Gin later.
Elite monsters surged forward in a swarm. Raccoon, her Italian cannon in hand, launched a King's Charge. She surged forward, slamming into the enemy camp like a cannonball. A look of surprise crossed the withered face of the Hundred Ghosts, as if he had finally discerned a familiar face amidst the chaos.
Then he was struck down again.
Along with him, he was struck down by his trusted associates who had followed him to the bomb. These elite monsters also had thick health bars, and they scrambled to their feet fearlessly. Those with guns fired, those with swords drew theirs, and a hail of bullets, flashes of swords, and flashes of sabers poured down on the attackers.
Their levels are not ridiculously high for players, and Chaomu himself is indeed a clever kid who is used to playing all kinds of games and has learned a lot from teacher Reborn.
She dodged so well, deftly stepping off the bike to avoid the first wave of attacks. Her arm muscles bulged, and she swung the heavy motorcycle high up, blocking it in front of her like a shield, and then she blocked the second wave with all her might: "Hah——"
Strength to move mountains and courage to conquer the world—Strong A Raccoon raises shield!
Bullets rained down on the chariot, and the slashing swords couldn't hurt her either. The remaining artillery fire was silenced by the swifts that had been flying overhead for some time, and a light rain began to fall inside the hall.
These two waves of close-range attacks were ineffective, so Chaomu waved her large shield like a berserker who fell into a long-range group.
The crowd was knocked to the ground by her, clearing a small space, and she got on her motorcycle again and charged forward.
This was what Reborn taught her. After all, in Teacher R's trial field, if you don't charge, you will turn around and be met with a hail of bullets ten times more dense than this.
As expected of a main questline elite mini-boss, the old man wasn't killed by her injuries or blows. Gritting his teeth, he raised his hand and summoned a new batch of monsters: "It's you... What do you have to do with my son's death?! I'm going to make you pay for my son's life!!!"
This statement is just as illogical as most boss lines. Although Chaomu feels sorry, she really has nothing to do with her son's life or death... Is it because she is not diligent enough in completing the side quests?
The densely packed monsters on the other half of the field seemed to have been largely cleared by her good friend Mimi and her temporary boss. The square-faced man in black also displayed impressive combat prowess. She focused on riding her motorcycle around her son's funeral hall, dodging the boss's projectiles—the other party seemed to have unleashed a massive rocket launcher, and red circles of bombs would occasionally fall on her.
This firepower was quite powerful. With a loud bang, her beloved motorcycle shattered, and her health bar was also slightly shattered. Chaomu's expression grew serious, dodging left and right, and his eyes began to survey his surroundings: after all, in most dungeon boss battles, the internal environment of the dungeon could always be utilized.
Her eyes fell on the coffin she had just jumped onto.
To be fair, Mr. Baigui still loved his youngest son dearly. Even though the incident had happened suddenly, he had done his utmost to carefully prepare a fine coffin for his child, made from cypress logs over 300 years old—a wood considered sacred in Japan, with a fine texture and a light, elegant fragrance that was highly sought after by the Japanese elite.
The coffin was of excellent quality. Even with the 800-900 pound raccoon falling on it, it only flipped over. She hadn't looked closely enough and thought the coffin had cracked, but it hadn't.
She drifted along the coffin board, hiding behind it, blocking the red trajectory in front of the coffin. She put away her beloved motorcycle and replaced it with a shield: "Lao Deng! You fight! Don't hold back!"
Hyakki Shiro: “…………”
Hyakkishiro's bloodshot eyes nearly popped out of their sockets—his proudly ornate coffin was now being treated like a tortoise shell by his enemies, bullets hitting it with a heartbreaking thud. The old man's withered fingers twitched as he gripped the rocket launcher's trigger, a bestial roar emanating from his throat: "You bastard...put my son down!"
After dealing with the other monsters, Zhu Xingda stretched out his hand and fired a volley of bullets at him, knocking off a large part of his health bar.
This FBI undercover agent was certainly not a murderer, but he could not afford to hesitate in the face of such a gunfight - after all, according to previous investigations, each member of the Hundred Ghosts Society had taken several lives, not to mention the lives of those killed by the arms they sold. To be kind to them would be to be cruel to himself and his "master".
Gin, who was watching the battlefield, felt no more burden. He just wanted to quickly clear out all the irrelevant people and catch that damned little mouse by the tail.
The hail of bullets finally died down under the stronger firepower, and the raccoon who was charging with the coffin got the victory she deserved.
She stepped on the remains of the arrogant old man who once stepped on her head, and shot him in the face.
The last few waves of elite monsters looked at the blood-soaked figure, and whether they were injured or not, they scattered in a hurry: Where on earth did this fighting machine come from... Besides Gin, do the Black Organization actually have such a monster?!
It was also at this time that the ancestral temple of the Hundred Ghosts Society almost completely returned to its original purpose - to temporarily store the dead of the Hundred Ghosts Society.
"Please give me some gold coins, no, some skills and weapons," the monster Chaomu said, rubbing his hands devoutly as he stepped on the dead. "I don't ask for anything else, just some big orange weapons or orange equipment... If you can deliver, I'll be willing to drive a luxury car and live in a mansion."
As she spoke, her face was filled with pure and innocent joy. Even Vodka, who had witnessed many bloody and chaotic scenes within the Black Organization, couldn't help but take a step back, his voice trembling slightly, "Big Brother...!"
That's a madman!
When Vodka saw the smile on his elder brother's face, the unfinished words got stuck in his throat: It's nothing, if we talk about crazy, his elder brother Gin is not much better!
Gin was laughing.
A dangerous, amusing laugh.
His clothes were still stained with blood, and he rushed to the long-awaited rat-catching battlefield with his gun. "Are you still looking at some insignificant person, little mouse?"
Chaomu, who hadn't touched the pile yet, raised his head again and began to think about whether he should finish this one as well before touching them together.
Her gaze passed Gin and fell on the sniper with long black hair behind him.
Zhu Xingda took a deep breath.
His gun was still loaded, heavy in his hand. His eyes met the girl's, and he weighed the pros and cons without even thinking.
No matter what... no matter what. Now he and she were inseparable. He didn't know what would happen to him after she died, nor did he know if something more worrying would happen... He had to watch over her.
This cold-blooded warrior appeared behind Vodka like a ghost, holding up the butt of his gun with an expressionless face.
Gin's gun was filled with bullets, and Chaomu's fingertips were already on the Sky and Tyrant Experience Card in his backpack.
Amidst the groaning wounded and the corpses of the two members of the Hyakki family, a more important battle was about to break out.
Just at this moment, someone's cell phone rang.
Gin suddenly frowned.
He actually put down his gun temporarily and answered the phone: "...Boss?"
As for Chaomu, the call was directly made to her task panel.
She clicked the answer button a bit confusedly: "Teacher Reborn?"
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