Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

Even facing this situation, Bai Ma Tan's tone remained calm.

"I think they want to make this game more interesting. That's what the client said, right?"

When Hakuba Tan said this, Hattori, who was running side by side with him, looked back at him speechlessly.

"Isn't this a bit too interesting?"

At this moment, two black motorcycles had already jumped up behind them.

Wang Changsheng followed behind the three people and didn't seem to be struggling.

He turned his head and glanced at the two tightly wrapped motorcycle gangsters, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

No, he was riding a bike.

They don't force them to stay in such a small place like the room.

What's the point of running out and racing with others in the empty corridor?

Wang Changsheng rolled his eyes secretly and then pointed his finger.

Magic power surged out instantly.

"I curse you! Riding a motorcycle indoors will result in a fall and paralysis, with your third leg dismembered on the spot."

An invisible light like a will-o'-the-wisp floated out from his fingertips and pounced towards the two gangsters behind him.

At this time, Conan said in an urgent tone: "If we continue like this, we will all be in danger. Split our forces into two groups!"

"Hey!" Hattori Heiji immediately agreed, "You three come together!"

The voice just fell.

Hattori Heiji rushed towards a room on the left side in front of him.

Conan originally planned to let Wang Changsheng follow Hattori Heiji, but this guy ran too fast. By the time he slipped in, the three of them had already run through the door.

Helpless, Conan had to pull Wang Changsheng and continue running forward.

"buzzing"

The two people driving motorcycles behind him looked at each other, and one of them drifted and slid into the house.

This room is very spacious.

Perhaps it was because the building went bankrupt and everything inside was cleared out.

This floor could originally accommodate dozens or even hundreds of employees, but now only a few pillars supporting the beams remain.

But there is a steel pipe in front.

Hattori Heiji ran over in two or three steps and picked it up.

He turned around and faced the biker guy who had also entered the room.

He raised his hands, gripped the steel pipe tightly, and yelled, "Yo, you want a one-on-one fight? Come on! Just come at me!"

He wielded the steel stick in his hand with such vigor that it felt like he was holding not a stick but a sharp sword.

"Buzz—buzz"

The gangster was dressed in black and wore a black helmet. He leaned over and stepped on the accelerator, and the motorcycle suddenly roared.

"Shh!"

The next moment, he rushed towards Hattori with his car.

Hattori did not dodge immediately, but waited until the motorcycle approached before suddenly dodging.

The motorcycle was about to drive away from him.

However, Hattori Heiji did not give up. Instead, he raised the steel rod in his hand and smashed it hard.

"Oh!"

A huge sound came out.

The gangster's helmet was knocked off in an instant.

"呲-"

The locomotive braked suddenly, making a harsh sound on the ground.

The man's true face was also revealed.

If it weren't for the weapon in his hand, Hattori Heiji would really not be afraid of death.

He gripped the steel rod tightly, looked at the biker, and said sarcastically, "Huh, you're really ugly."

The biker man with small glasses and a big nose remained silent upon hearing this. Instead, he pulled out a revolver from his pocket and pointed it at Hattori.

“?’?’?”

After seeing this exquisite little guy.

Hattori Heiji suddenly revealed a clear and foolish smile: "Ah... you care a lot about your appearance..."

"boom!"

The motorcyclist still didn't say anything, but instead fired decisively.

But at such a close distance, he didn't hit the target with a single shot.

In other words, when the other party fired a gun, Hattori Heiji couldn't help but swing the steel rod in his hands, and the bullet hit the steel rod.

The bullet was deflected by the steel pipe.

However, this tremendous force also caused the steel pipe to break, and a small half of the steel pipe fell to the ground with two clangs.

The steel pipe was very thin, and the strong impact made Hattori Heiji almost unable to hold the remaining part.

He quickly crouched down and hid behind the pillar next to him.

"You're too despicable! If you have the guts, come fight me one-on-one with your bare hands!"

He turned his head and shouted loudly to the back.

However, what responded to him was a few gunshots.

All the shots hit the pillar behind him.

Fortunately, this support pillar is a square pillar, wide enough and strong enough.

The bullets that hit it only left some marks and splashed up dust.

When the gunshots rang out, Hattori Heiji suddenly noticed the gangster getting out of the car.

His ears suddenly stood up and his eyes narrowed, and then he heard the sound of the other party picking up the helmet.

Hattori Heiji quickly turned his head to take a look.

Sure enough, the guy had just gotten on the bike and was now wearing a helmet, trying to hide his ugly face.

"good chance!"

Hattori Heiji immediately stood up and ran towards the gate next to him in three or two steps.

The gangster quickly raised his gun and fired, but he didn't know if he just didn't know how to use a gun or what, his accuracy was so poor that he didn't hit any target.

This gap also allowed Hattori to run away.

As soon as he ran out of the door, he immediately slowed down his pace, crouched down and ran quickly towards the back door of the room.

He huddled up as much as possible.

The corridor was dark without any lights.

With a little help from some cover, he should be able to shake off the other party.

In fact, it was just as Hattori thought.

When the gangster saw the man running away, he quickly rode his bike to chase him.

He really didn't notice, nor did he imagine that Hattori Heiji would run towards the back door.

He turned left and continued to chase.

But just as Hattori Heiji breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man driving the motorcycle should have very good riding skills, but it seemed that because he got stuck slightly when he was leaving the door, the rear end of his motorcycle was immediately stuck.

However, he increased the horsepower to maximum again, intending to slide out again and quickly catch up with the other party.

This caused him and his car to fall upside down.

"Buzz!"

The gangster quickly tried to control the car and drive down again.

However, his beloved car, which had always been very docile, did not listen to him at all this time, and there seemed to be some problems with the car parts.

Because he was by the door.

Finally, he hit his head on the door frame and was stuck out of the car.

The motorcycle also completed a difficult backflip on the spot.

The front of the car hit him directly between his legs.

"!ah--!!!"

The man who had been silent all this time could no longer hold back and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

“(OωO?)!”

Hattori Heiji, who was hiding behind, was dumbfounded.

The next moment, a gust of cold wind blew from nowhere.

He felt a chill between his legs.

The cold wind blew into his crotch.

"Oh my god..." Hattori Heiji half-knelt on the spot, not knowing what to do for a moment.

He didn't dare to go up at this moment.

He was afraid that the motorcycle would lose control again and hit him.

Then He Ye should not think about being happy from now on.

"Gudu"

Hattori Heiji swallowed.

At this time, the motorcycle in front, after hitting the gangster, suddenly became quiet, not knowing whether it had completed its mission or what.

It was as if the car had its own consciousness and was specifically meant to hit him.

"Isn't this a bit too weird?"

Hattori Heiji observed for a while and saw that the car in front seemed to be motionless.

The man was still roaring, but his voice had become weaker and still had a hint of sharpness.

Hattori Heiji carefully assessed the situation and felt that the person in front of him was no longer a threat, so he walked over cautiously holding the steel rod.

"Hey, ugly guy, how are you?"

Hattori Heiji just walked over.

The man seemed to want to pull out the gun again.

However, the severe pain from his lower body made him unable to move at all. He couldn't even move a finger, let alone pick up a gun.

Seeing this, Hattori Heiji immediately hooked out the gun with a steel pipe and threw it to the ground aside.

Then he poked the man again, confirming that there was no hidden threat. Only then did he feel a little relieved and looked at the gangster's injuries.

"?????hiss……"

Hattori Heiji looked at the pool of blood flowing from under the gangster.

Red, white, and some inexplicable and suspicious pieces of meat mixed together.

The whole person was stunned.

Although the front of the car quickly calmed down after hitting him, the wheels seemed to have turned twice between the gangster's legs.