Ondrei retreated and distanced himself from Xiu Lan. Although I lied earlier, I decided that Xiu Lan's attack was dangerous enough to be at close range.
(Coming?
If Xiu Lan had packed the distance, he would have decided to shoot him at the counter, and he would have dressed up as an Ondrei.
(Hmm. Won't you come...)
Xiu Lan never packs it in front to match Ondrei's movements, and she is on the spot. The lack of movement bothered Ondrei. I am not willing to keep the position that is most advantageous to me.
(I mean, are there other arts? Or that we can develop a battle without paying attention to each other's distance? Otherwise... you don't think it's a good idea to be too obsessed with advantages. Or... maybe all of that)
Having thought about it so far, Ondrey sees it as fitting into everything and is alert.
(It's been a long time since I've had a nervous opponent. Recently, since the heir of the star coal and its other swordsman, the lady from the murder club? No, it's been a while.
The former was pain-splitting, and the latter dressed to admit defeat himself by being hit as a nuisance, but it didn't change that it was a fun time for Ondrei.
Ondrey shoots a gun. Nor does Su Lan use qigong, usually pulling out a gun and shooting at him.
Ondrei shoots at each other as he walks sideways on the left-hand side and Xiu Lan on the right-hand side, that is, facing each other in the same direction.
The definitive difference is that Ondrei is dealing with a pistol, but Soo-lan uses an assault rifle. The firepower is overwhelmingly higher on Soo-lan.
(Has it come to you that it is dangerous to approach and dangerous, and that the enemy has a minute to leave? Hmm. Not good, not like this)
Ondrey punched his tongue as he avoided firing with a small gun in a remarkable way.
Ondrey eventually eats one bullet in the chest. Fortunately, it was inhibited by bulletproof fiber, but I felt that this one shot could be a blow where the pace leaned towards the enemy side.
(Jiri is poor as it is. ridiculous but we'll just have to get closer again)
While understanding that might be the pot the enemy thinks it is, Ondrei approaches Xiu Lan again in a motion as if to turn around.
Su Lan not only says he was waiting, but lets go of his hands from the gun, matches them in such a way that he holds his hands in his arms, and works out his mind.
This time it was not a qigong needle. It's the shape of a cone, not a needle. There are also few. Look around twenty. But the size is much larger than the pneumatic needle earlier.
Xiu Lan unleashes the Qigong cone. Earlier pneumatic needles were flying radially and in a straight line, but the next pneumatic cone has been shot out with a large curve, each with a change in orbit and launch timing.
(I see, don't you use the same hand? And you didn't underestimate me. Smart choice. But...)
Ondrei laughs invincibly and goes straight into Soo-lan.
"Hum. Ahhh!
Ondrey wields her arms at high speed as she growls, knocking her qigong cone off one end as she flies in and tries to stab herself.
"Extravagant..."
Seeing such an Ondrei, the words of admiration come out with Xiu Lan's mouth unwittingly.
Seeing Ondrei packed all at once, Xiu Lan decided to be ready to die. Immediately after the attack, I felt like I couldn't let go of Qigong continuously, nor was I likely to engage Ondrei's attack, which was gaining momentum.
But Ondrei did not attack Soo-ran as he was, and flew off the scene.
The pneumatic sword pierces the space where Ondrei was many times.
"Captain."
Lin shouts, who helped Xiu Lan with a single hair. On the side are Li Lei and his grandson.
"Lei Li, Soichi Lin, Sun Pil, safe and above all"
A glance at the three of his men who showed up to his helpers, his gaze on Ondrei, and Xiu Lan speaking up with a smile.
"Hey, what happened to that kid? I wanted to make love to that one."
Surprised that there is no truth, Ondrey asks.
It's the bathroom.
Shortly after Li Lei returned his joking answer, Law One appeared behind Ondrei.
"Any one of you, these four opponents, will be tight. Especially that woman. She seems to have a lot of power. I'll help you."
"Hmm. Aizawa Shin is somewhere too. Be careful."
On the first of the offers, Ondrei told him, rubbing his moustache.
True by then, he was hiding himself in a shield and sneaking around for a place with a circumference and Marcella.
(Is Lei and the others a stepping stone to Ondrei and the bridge? Even a few of us could have wiped it out if we had brought it)
With binoculars from the outer staircase of the building, I truly think, confirming the appearance of Lei et al., who attract the structure of the battle in the middle of the road.
(The question is whether Ondrei or Ohashi is the type to stop the request for the client's death)
There are two types of backstreet starters and killers. If the client dies, it's the type who stops working there and keeps working even if the client dies. With the former, depending on the situation and the content of the request, he would continue to work, but he is employed as a cautionary stick for rough business, so unless a new client comes out, True and Lei wagered to those who would be done with it if their heads were taken.
It is therefore up to him to take a different course of action only true, and to kill Zhou and Marcella.
While True was crossing the surrounding buildings, he twice encountered members of the Athletic Slime, one slaughtered with ultrasonic vibrating steel wire, one stunned and then kept in captivity.
I can't find Marcella and Zhou inside.
(Where... We need to find it soon......)
I don't know how many Li Lei et al. so I'm in a hurry True.
And then another member of Athletic Slime finds me. It's the first floor down the emergency stairs in the building next door.
"Ah, Makoto Aizawa... alone, here I am. I mean, boss's life, aim?
The man, speaking a word of Japanese with trembling, was Muanchai.
"Boss, boss...... let me know. I need to let you know... Dangerous. So."
Trembling, Muanchai takes out his fingertip phone, but the truth is he flew from building to building and dressed to jump from top to muanchai.
"Ouch!
I cushioned Muanchai, so he was truly intact, but Muanchai fell on the stairs with a true underlay, slamming him hard on the back and shoulders and screaming a small scream.
"Hih!?
True sticks a clear long needle to Muang Chai's neck and stops on the verge of stabbing him. Muanchai makes his face stick to fear.
Don't move.
When I told him in a cold voice, he tried to take out the cuffs and put them on Muang Chai.
"Boss, are you going to kill me? No, no, no, no. Me, boss, I'll protect you!
Fighting fear, Muanchai tried to push his true body away.
"Damn..."
Muang Chai peels off his white eyes and opens his mouth wide. With a distressed look, he truly hits his gaze. Truth was sticking a long needle in his neck.
If I didn't resist, if I didn't make a scene, I wouldn't have killed him, but I resisted, and I made a scene, so I had to kill him. Muang Chai also figured out the rationale, so I have no desire to resent it.
It's a good sleeping pill.
I look down at Muanchai, unconscious, and I truly think. A fast-track sleep gas was planted in the long needle, and when injected from the vein, it was a quick sleeping trick. But I have to leave it stabbed in the vein for a few seconds, so it doesn't look very usable during the fight.
True to leave Muanchai intact and resume building legend travel.
(was there)
Eventually we discover the appearance of Zhou and Marcella, and the truth is we turn the muzzle first around.
That moment when the truth tried to pull the trigger, the gunfire continued to sound, and several constituents who were around the perimeter fell and lay down simultaneously.
A little late, Zhou also fell.
(This is...)
I guess I figured out what happened, but I decided to try to get closer to make sure.
Decades before Truth discovered Circumference and Marcella.
"Zhou, don't let your men fight a little. You're just using my men."
Marcella demands as she looks at the battle place that ambushed the brick bus.
"Oh, even my men are pointing their fingers at me."
"I'm saying it's not enough. You still have a lot of people here. It means you've treated immigrants cold again. Can't you see that? Don't let the people in here do the right thing."
Marcella said in a tight tone, staring at the Chinese constituents around Zhou.
"Wow, okay...... Hey, you guys go cover."
When Zhou ordered, the Chinese constituents with the face who said something silently began to move.
"Too bland. I mean, there's a lot of dumbness..."
After Zhou's men are away for a while, Marcella mouths such a dialogue with exhalation.
"Hmm?"
I wondered what it was about, and when Zhou made a surprising noise and saw Marcella, I felt the killing from there, and a gunshot went on to stand up.
All that was shot was a member of the remaining Zhou subordinate - the Athletic Slime Chinese, who was serving as Zhou's escort.
"That would be so stupid and helpful. There's no tension, though."
Seeing Marcella's derision full of malice, Zhou understood what it was like.
Again, a bullet is fired simultaneously. Zhou tried to evade, but it was pointless. It was not very avoidable that he was shot all over by nearly ten immigrant constituents who were not ten meters away.