Detective Conan: Beika Town's Complete Transformation into Los Santos

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Despite her old shoulder injury, her legwork remained sharp.

In just a few breaths, she had already lashed out at Vodka's face with several high whip strikes, forcing Vodka to retreat repeatedly while struggling to parry.

The more Lisael got into the zone, the less vodka could keep up.

Lin Che stood on the connecting bridge, completely stunned.

Because of his huge disadvantage in level and attributes, he knew he couldn't overpower Vodka like Lisa did, and might even end up getting hammered by Vodka instead.

Lisael is indeed very strong.

But why fight hand-to-hand instead of using guns?

Haven't times changed long ago?

Lin Che took out the AWP from his backpack, which was currently the most suitable and powerful gun for his abilities.

Even though he was less than 50 meters away from the vodka, he still wanted to use a sniper rifle.

Since we've encountered this situation, let's find an opportunity to strike decisively.

There's no room for sentimentality between Lin Che and Vodka.

At this distance, there's no need for a sniper scope; it would only be counterproductive. Iron sights are sufficient.

Because Lisael ran too fast, Lin Che saw Vodka ahead of time, so he stopped in time. Under the cover of night and buildings, he was not discovered by the Black Organization.

"Let me find a better angle..."

Lin Che repeatedly adjusted the steel bars, and finally turned around and went back to the starting point, aiming the gun directly through the glass.

Now we can use the scope.

In view, Vodka and Lissal were entangled together, a scene somewhat reminiscent of a young Lee quickly beating Gaara, who possessed absolute defense.

"You're such a nuisance! What are you doing hovering around him like that!"

The two figures shifted back and forth, making it impossible to find a suitable moment to fire.

Sniping any lucky person would expose your position prematurely, so you can only wait.

Time passes like a countdown.

Vodka once again defeated Lissard, whose arms and the outside of his thighs were now aching and sore.

Only a dozen or so moves had passed, and I was already beaten to this state...

We've met our match.

I must report the situation to my elder brother when I get back!

Seeing that the incredibly skilled woman was about to charge at him again with almost no rest, Vodka couldn't help but question her:

"Who are you? What did I do to offend you?!"

Lissell responded with a sneer, "Your presence here was a mistake in itself. Trespassing on my territory deserves the price of your life!"

Your territory?

Are you the security supervisor of Building B?

Security guards have become this powerful these days?!

Vodka was a little confused.

Thank goodness this woman isn't in charge of Building A, otherwise we'd be in real trouble today.

Does that mean there are still experts in Building A?!

Vodka's thoughts were often simple and abstract. He didn't even consider why Lisa, if she were a security guard, wouldn't question him about his presence there, but instead would launch an attack directly.

His brain, with its straight lines, can only handle short, quick thinking.

If you can't beat someone one-on-one, then gang up on them.

If you still can't beat them by ganging up on them, then pull out your gun!

Vodka took two steps back and shouted sternly, "What are you all standing there for? Take this woman down right now!"

The voice just fell.

Vodka suddenly felt a strong sense of death piercing his forehead.

The benefits of having fewer thoughts are now apparent.

He almost skipped all thinking and chose to avoid it directly.

He tilted his head and lunged sideways.

Once his body was slumped in mid-air, the roar of sniper fire and the sound of two shattering glass piercing each other came rolling in.

There's even a sniper in this building?!

Vodka didn't have time to adjust his movements and started rolling around on the ground.

Because of his large size, he was unable to get up in time to take cover in the ideal position.

It was precisely because of this that when a new wave of murderous intent warned him, he could only forcefully fight against inertia in an attempt to save himself.

But Lin Che possesses MAX sniping skills, and this time he has also acquired his exclusive weapon.

This bullet,

Vodka can't escape it.

"boom--!"

Flames erupted from the muzzle.

The bullet went straight in through Vodka's right shoulder blade.

A bulletproof vest that can withstand five pistol bullets wouldn't cover that area, and Vodka himself wasn't at the level of physical sainthood.

Before the intense pain could spread, his shoulder exploded, and his right arm was severed from his body.

"Tsk, this still didn't cause excruciating pain?"

Lin Che chose a prone position in order to achieve the most stable shooting.

His ideal shot was to send a bullet straight through the skull of the vodka to the tailbone, piercing the opponent's spine.

However, this is not a fixed target, so some deviations are inevitable.

Lin Che pulled the bolt, ejected the spent cartridge case, and continued aiming.

But opportunities are always fleeting.

Fueled by an overwhelming survival instinct, Vodka managed to drag his mangled body away and ran straight into the elevator—he had been waiting for the elevator to leave anyway, and now he could just walk right in.

Because he was lying face down, Lin Che didn't have time to adjust the angle of his head, so he could only hurry up and deliver another shot to Vodka's right leg before the elevator doors closed.

It hit.

I don't know if the leg was blown off or not.

The outer members of the Black Organization are ultimately far superior to the lowly henchmen of the Mud Ginseng Society.

Despite knowing that there was a sniper rifle positioned far away and a fierce woman right in front of them, none of them ran away. Instead, they swarmed forward and surrounded Lisa.

Lisael didn't want anyone to leave here alive.

Seeing that Vodka was about to run away, she didn't want to dance anymore, so she took out her MP7 and opened fire on those people, emptying the magazine on the spot.

Screams came and went.

After quickly clearing the area, Lisael didn't hesitate at all and immediately rushed into the stairwell to chase after the elevator on foot.

Lin Che moved even faster.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, he put away his sniper rifle and ran towards the elevator.

I came up by elevator anyway, so there was no need to wait.

But when he caught up with them to Building A, he only saw Lisa standing alone by the roadside.

"The person ran away?" Lin Che stepped forward.

Lissell sighed, "There are people waiting for him downstairs. If it were a shorter building, I should be able to catch the elevator."

It has a full 45 floors.

The higher the building, the faster the elevator goes up and down.

Even if Lisa jumped on every floor, she still couldn't catch up with the elevator.

We could barely catch up to the first 10 or 20 floors, but there wasn't enough time to press the elevator button to stop it.

After that, I was just being sentimental.

Lin Che also sighed.

The inability to preserve vodka forever is ultimately a misfortune.

Fortunately, Lisael was a complete stranger to the organization, so even if Vodka ran away, it wouldn't have much of an impact.

But finding a bargain is really satisfying.

"You actually chose to use a sniper rifle?" Lisael was very receptive. "But don't you have a pistol? Wouldn't a pistol be more suitable for this distance?"

Lin Che shrugged. "I'm afraid the pistol won't be able to penetrate his bulletproof vest."

Lisa was speechless for a moment, then finally showed some girlishness and rolled her eyes in a fairly pretty way. "I wasn't planning to use a gun, but the security guards in this building have all been drugged with sleeping gas, so it doesn't matter."

She turned and walked back into the building. "Come help move the bodies and clean up the bloodstains. I don't want the Twin Towers to be completely under lockdown tomorrow morning. We haven't even had time to plant the bombs in Building A yet."

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You really do have a very relaxed feel to you.

Even at this point, they're still thinking about disposing of the bodies so they can come back tomorrow to plant more bombs.

Lin Che followed Lisa's footsteps. "Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"

Lissell didn't turn around. "Is there anything you want to say?"

"I have nothing to say."

"Then I have nothing to ask."

Lin Che: "......"

OK OK.

Having a partner like this makes things much easier.

Several security guards, who had been knocked unconscious by hypnotic gas, lay on the first floor. There were two long bloodstains on the ground, which twisted and turned, intersecting and separating, extending all the way to the elevator.

You can tell that Vodka was in a very sorry state when he ran away.

However, it is still impossible to determine whether his right leg was broken or not, since no limb remains were left.

"You go up and move the body, I'll clean up the bloodstains from below and come up to meet you."

Lisael made the arrangements, and Lin Che had no objections.

Shooting Vodka twice made him happy, and he would be happy to continue staking out Oki Iwamatsu even now.

So, one of them became a mover and the other a cleaner, and they got busy working in the twin towers late at night.

The 45th floor was a truly horrific sight, with a huge pile of severed limbs and corpses.

Lin Che couldn't imagine how to clean it up in a way that would make the problem unnoticed.

Well, let's do our best and leave the rest to fate.

Lin Che stuffed the body into the elevator and transported it three times before he was finally done.

He also acquired a rather unexpected item.

[Vodka's severed arm: Useless, but might be valuable to some people with particular interests.]

Special hobbies?

I do quite enjoy collecting things.

Lin Che put the severed arm into his backpack and then turned back to help Lisa Er continue cleaning up the battlefield.