Conan didn't know that the two snipers had a sniper fight in front of him.

He was facing the sniper on the bridge 100 meters away, and the telescopic mode of his glasses had been turned to the extreme. The sniper was hidden in the shadow of the car, backlit, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and could only see the sniper rifle that was holding the other party, which was shining with a cold light.

The laser sight on the sniper rifle moved slowly, moving from his right shoulder to his eyebrows.

What does it feel like to be aimed at by a sniper rifle?

If this time, Conan could write a 100-word review.

The fatal sense of crisis locked in his locked made his adrenaline soar, his hands and feet were cold, and his back was almost wet with cold sweat.

His muscles were tense and he was ready to dodge, but just as he saw that the opportunity was wrong and was about to jump into the sea, the feeling of being locked suddenly moved away.

The laser aimed at his eyebrows as if it was just a slight movement when the other party adjusted the muzzle.

"Bang--"

Conan didn't hear the gunshot, but there seemed to be a sound in his mind.

A bullet passed by him like a stream of light, drawing a straight horizontal line in the air, piercing through the train glass with an indomitable attitude, hitting the one who saw Conan's warning, and looked terrified.

In an instant, blood exploded in the private room, dyeing Conan's vision red.

Conan stood there blankly, his eyes sluggishly, as if he had lost his soul.

Mr. Murphy...dead?

A sense of powerlessness swept across his body, and he felt that everything he did seemed useless.

He obviously risked his life to remind the other party, but the other party received a warning when the bullet was fired. His warning did not work at all, but instead angered a sniper with a joking black humor.

"Conan, are you okay?" Sera Matsuru, who was riding a motorcycle, rushed over.

Conan shook his head, suppressed his emotions, and turned his gaze back to the bridge where the sniper was.

He had tried his best, and this would not change the ending, and he had no choice.

On the opposite bridge, the black car that was originally parked by the bridge was gone. The sniper probably suffered the first loss and immediately retreated after hitting the attack, without stopping at all.

His eyes scanned the surrounding buildings again, trying to find the person who beat his football.

But the surrounding buildings were empty and the sniper was gone.

"Conan, what are you looking at?"

Seeing Conan keep looking at the buildings on both sides, Seliang put his hand above his eyes and looked along his gaze, trying to find something.

"Just now, two snipers appeared." Conan said in a deep voice.

"Two?" Shiliang was shocked.

Hangte is already dead, isn’t there only one left? Why is there another one?

"Well. The sniper fired a shot and exploded my football. I don't know where the bullet was shot, but what is certain is that the sniper is at a high position."

There were many tall buildings on both sides of the coast, and he did not determine the location of the sniper as soon as possible. The sniper had enough time to leave. Looking for it now was just a matter of being foolproof.

"What is the purpose of that sniper who suddenly appeared? Did he want to kill Murphy? Or came for that sniper? Or came for you?" Shiliang Zhenchun frowned, and the sudden appearance of sniper suddenly made things even more complicated.

Conan shook his head, "I don't know."

There are too many possibilities for this sudden appearance of sniper. It is possible that it is someone from FBI who wants to solve the problem of killing Hangte.

It is also possible that the former captain of the Seals spent money to invite him, using Murphy as bait, and wanted to deal with the sniper.

Both possibilities are possible, and there are many other possibilities besides these two.

For example, there is: a sniper hidden in Tokyo. I heard that a former American SEAL sniper is taking revenge and wants to compete with the other party...

As long as you can relax your imagination, there are too many possibilities.

"Call the police first and ask the police to send someone to inspect the rooftops of nearby buildings to see if you can find anything." Shiliang Matsuru took out his cell phone to call the police without saying a word.

Suddenly there was an additional sniper, and the police had to know about this.

After quickly talking to Officer Megu on the other end of the phone, Seliang rode a motorcycle and threw a helmet to Conan, "Come on, let's go to the bridge to see if the sniper left dice."

"Yeah." Conan jumped onto the motorcycle with his skateboard in his arms, but he was a little absent-minded.

For some reason, he had a sense that the sniper on the rooftop was coming for him.

But I can't tell why the one who came for him was only breaking his football and hitting him directly without shooting.

Is it because the football blocked his figure, so did you choose to break the football first?

However, the obstacle was broken, but the other party was slow to fire a second shot at him... On the contrary, the sniper on the bridge over there had the idea of ​​shooting him.

If it weren't for Murphy's position just reached the target, Conan would be sure that the opponent's bullet would hit him first!

Thinking of it, Conan's eyes became confused.

He felt as if he was suddenly crazy. He knew that the other party would shoot him, but he still tried to die crazily, as if he was sure that he would not die.

This is very wrong. Although he is a little impulsive sometimes, he will definitely be prepared and will never ignore it like this. He knows the danger, but he will take the initiative to seek death.

This was so abnormal that it made him feel like he was not like himself.

Before he knew it, Conan's back was already soaked with cold sweat, and the oncoming cold wind made him feel like he was about to be frozen.

Just as he thought about why he had done such stupid behavior, something fluctuated and he felt something had been forgotten by him all at once.

"Hey, what am I thinking just now..." Conan's confusion suddenly passed, and he slapped his head suddenly, "Oh, by the way, I'm wondering what the number of dice will be this time..."

The opponent has produced three dices, six dice numbers, and three numbers are left.

If it is countdown, the next dice will be one. If the other party's dice does not mean countdown, the number may be five or six...

Thinking of it, Conan continued to think about the different meanings represented by different dice numbers.

......

Shangchuan Shun was carrying a guitar box on his back and standing by the roadside waiting for the traffic light with an ordinary passerby face.

He held his pockets in both hands, his face was expressionless, and the long earphone cable stretched from his ears to his sweatshirt pocket.
Chapter completed!