"Boy, that's not how you use a sword."
Gin picked up a steel pipe and approached step by step.
Kung Fu is a killing technique.
Hattori gritted his teeth and fought again, only to find that his swordsmanship was completely outmatched by Gin.
His opponent's every move was aimed at vital points, forcing him to retreat steadily.
"Bang!"
Conan took the opportunity to fire another tranquilizer dart, but Gin easily dodged it.
Damn it!
Conan broke out in a cold sweat. "This guy is inhuman!"
Just as Hattori Heiji was about to collapse, Vodka came running back, panting: "Big brother! That brat ran away... Hey, you're here!"
Vodka saw Conan besieging his older brother in the warehouse.
"Big brother, let me help."
"Don't shoot!"
Gin's eyes narrowed, but it was too late.
Vodka, the "traitor," pulled the trigger. With a "bang," the bullet shot towards Conan like a meteor.
This shot terrified Conan half to death; he felt his heart stop beating instantly, as if time itself had frozen in that moment.
But do you even know what a protagonist is?
Because he was too short, Vodka usually aimed for people's hearts, but this shot grazed Conan's dandruff and hit the warehouse shelf with a "clang" and sparks flew.
One good news, one bad news.
Good news! Conan's classic moments have reached a state of paralysis.
The bad news was that the warehouse was filled with the strong liquor he had just spilled himself.
"boom--!"
The bullet grazed the shelf, and the sparks it sent out instantly ignited the liquor on the ground, causing a massive explosion that swept through the entire warehouse!
Flames shot into the sky, and heat waves spread outwards like surging waves, turning the entire warehouse into a sea of fire in an instant.
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