The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 32 Confrontation
He Nan activated the power-enhancing shoes and kicked the gangster on the left three meters away.

Then, before the others drew their guns and opened fire, they raised their guns and aimed at the leader in front of them who gave orders.

"Don't move! Otherwise, I'll shoot him!" He Nan shouted loudly, and vigilantly moved his eyes quickly over the other enemies, watching their movements: "Why did you hear Eddie Brock's name?" Just attack me?!"

"Heh... Aren't you friends? Didn't this damn reporter tell you what he did?!" The gang leader glared at He Nan viciously.

...sounds like it probably has something to do with the reporting of their misdeeds.

He Nan probably knew something in his heart, but he still couldn't reveal it.

"I haven't heard of that." He Nan frowned: "Is there some misunderstanding between us? No matter how he has enmity with you, it has nothing to do with me! I just got to know him, and then I came here to find someone Just finger Tom."

"Oh, is that...?" The gang leader who was pointed at the gun was disgusted: "Tell you, we have been waiting for the opportunity to catch this nosy reporter... And you, just happen to be that bait! You Best and Brock are indeed friends worth his risk to rescue, otherwise..."

"...otherwise what?" Ho Nan stared nervously at their movements, maintaining a calm expression, ready to fire at any time: "I advise you to put down your weapons! Otherwise, your boss will die."

"..." The leader with a gloomy face stretched out his hand, motioning for everyone to put down their weapons.

"Look? It's very simple." He Nan still aimed the pistol at his chest, and started to step back vigilantly: "That's it, don't trouble me again."

He still didn't let his guard down.

Because, He Nan expected that these scumbags would not let it go.

They will certainly continue to pursue.

...as long as you relax your vigilance.

The facts were just as he had guessed.

Moreover, the opponent's sudden attack came faster than he expected.

Under the direction of the gang leader's eyes, the enemies suddenly raised their weapons and shot at He Nan.

And his highly nervous nerves also drove him to fire at the moment when the gangsters raised their guns, killing the leader who was trying to escape completely—this pathetic bastard thought that He Nan had already withdrawn from the digital drive, even if he pulled the trigger, I can also dodge to the side, at most there will be a scratch.

But this shot hit the vital point directly, and it was absolutely hopeless.

In the scorching bullet rain, He Nan rolled to the right and sprinted, smashing the fire hydrant on the side of the road with one shot.

After a slight muffled sound, a violent mass of water erupted from the ground, creating a mass of water mist with a diameter of about ten meters, leaving only one smoke bomb consumed.

Under the cover of this blinded view, He Nan summoned the skateboard, used his feet to strengthen the shoes to accelerate, and instantly fled the avenue, rushed into the alley at the end of the street, and hid in it to observe the situation.

"Damn, where did you go?! Quick search!"

"Johnny...Jony, hold on! Help me stop the bleeding!"

"Fuck, the water mist is too big... I can't see what's behind me!"

"Tell all the brothers, the man who was searched just now...! Asian, black hair, wearing a brown coat! You can recognize it at a glance!"

It seems that the person who just died was Johnny... By the way, he really died, right?Why does it sound like it could be saved...

He Nan frowned, feeling that the situation was more difficult than imagined.

Who the hell did I just kill...

It should be just a small boss.

And most of them left this slum area and had little influence.

In short, it's fine if you don't offend a ruthless character...

In order to make himself less conspicuous, He Nan took off his coat silently and put it on backwards.

This is a reversible coat.

Now, it looks like a black coat.

And...sunglasses.

He Nan took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on his face.

How much can reduce the probability of being recognized at a glance.

"Damn...fuck...! Johnny's dead! Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

"Damn... this murderer!"

Well, it looks like he's dead.

He Nan summoned the solar-powered skateboard, and was very satisfied when he heard the wailing from afar.

After all, he has his own memory in this world, so this is not the first time he has killed someone in self-defense.

As a result, the act of killing the villain just now did not make He Nan feel any psychological burden at all.

On the contrary, there is a refreshing feeling of doing justice for the sky.

But it's really dangerous...

The feeling of being pointed at by so many guns is really scary.

Thinking of this, He Nan stepped forward on the skateboard and gritted his teeth: I have to find Tom Severe Finger quickly.

Otherwise, those gangsters would definitely trouble him.

It seems that I feel a little sorry for him...Because I got involved, I have to move out of this slum in the future.

I hope the sphere of influence of this gang is not too large.

Ah... there's someone up ahead who can ask!
He Nan saw a man picking up waste beside the unfinished building in front of him.

... To be precise, it is picking up cigarettes.

He picked up the cigarette butts on the ground and licked the dirt with his fingers. No matter how dirty it was, he stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately. He took out a box of damp matches, and even after rubbing it several times, he couldn't ignite it.

After seeing He Nan stepping on the skateboard and stopping aside, the scavengers glanced at him with listless eyes, and stretched out their hands.

"Any cigarettes?"

His eyes were extremely dry.

When uttering these few words, it seems that there is a desire to pray for a glass of water with someone who is dying of thirst.

"Yes, buddy." He Nan nodded, took out the cigarette case, handed him a cigarette, and helped him light it: Although he himself never smokes, as a detective, there will always be situations where his subjects ask for cigarettes. .

At this time, it may be more convenient to ask questions than a dollar by handing over a cigarette of average grade.

"...Thank you." He took a puff of his cigarette, and his voice seemed to be revitalized: "I can only pick up the cigarette butts thrown by others all day long... That's really not what people should do."

That being said, the old waste picker was still reluctant to throw away the cigarette butt that had only burned an inch.

It was stuffed into the pocket.

The pocket looked greasy and dark—Ho Nan would bet it wasn't that color.

"I'm looking for someone." He Nan glanced at his hand to confirm that the finger of this person was not broken: "Tom with severed finger, does it sound familiar?"

"Ah...whose finger was cut off for gambling money?"

"I think it's him." He Nan complained secretly in his heart, and guessed the reason for his severed finger again: "Can you tell me where he lives?"

"..." The tramp took a puff of his cigarette, and looked at the cigarette case in He Nan's hand with greedy and longing eyes: "I'm getting old, my brain is not working well..."

"Oh, I think it's caused by the addiction to cigarettes. A few more cigarettes will definitely help you regain your youth." He Nan understood, and handed him the cigarette case: "Think about it again?"

(End of this chapter)