Tachibana House.

"You...... Got a lot of food, huh? Conan looked at Chiba eating bread and said. Do you usually eat so much secretly at home? ”

"Hmm......" Qianyu's two hands let go of the bread that had been bitten in his mouth and made a gesture of spreading his hands.

Of course, he usually doesn't eat so much, after all, bread is a typical high-calorie food, and after eating too much, he will soon develop like Yuantai's body size.

But now......

Although the air conditioner was turned on throughout the room, Chiba still felt a little hot in her chest.

The energy supply of the auxiliary unit comes from the human body of Qianyu, although the energy consumed is generally quite limited, but if the auxiliary unit is in a long-term and high-intensity operation state, it will still call the human body energy at a very fast speed, and the auxiliary unit itself will also heat up - the original auxiliary unit is installed in a helmet with an auxiliary cooling structure, so this is not fatal, but now Qianyu has installed the auxiliary unit on the body surface for the sake of portability. This makes the problem of heat generation a little more obvious.

But there is no way around it, because the auxiliary unit is now doing extremely complex calculations.

……

At the same time, the Eastern Capital Aquarium

"Why did you add bulletproof material to the outside of your handbag?" A Japanese-American FBI member on standby next to him looked at the large, exaggerated tote bag that Numabuchi had brought with him as he unzipped it with him—the bag was really long, if he was not mistaken, it should be 2 meters long, and it should be more than half a meter in diameter

"Because the contents are fragile," said Kiichiro Numabuchi, who took out a six-barreled machine gun about 80 centimeters long with an electric motor mounted on it. As the machine gun was picked up, a large number of chains of bullets surrounding the machine gun fell off the body of the machine gun, making a crisp metallic sound after colliding with other bullets. "You know this, right?"

"I don't know, is it Makqin?" It took a moment for the FBI members to recognize. "Wait a minute...... Could it be the M134? ”

"Yes," Jiichiro Numabuchi picked up his gun and loaded the chain into the machine gun's feed area. "This thing is cool, so I used to get one when I had the chance."

"How many bullets do you have in here?" Next to him, a slightly older member of the Metropolitan Police Department's support team, he looked at Keichiro Numabuchi who had re-zipped most of his zippers with a subtle look. "Doesn't that look like a lot?"

"Did I say 10,000 to you," Numabuchi gave him a guessing look, and then lifted the two extended handles of the tote bag with both arms—these two handles were obviously not originals, but wire ropes that were attached to the bottom of the bag. "Anyway, it definitely won't be finished, and it doesn't make sense to have this kind of problem."

"Ten thousand rounds...... You're kidding. The Metropolitan Police Department's guards looked at the people running the train with their mouths full of eyes.

"Then I'll go first," said Jiichiro Numabuchi's voice, although he seemed very sluggish as he pulled up the handbag. "Good luck to you...... No, in this case, I'd better wish myself the best of luck. ”

With that, he grabbed the M134 machine gun with the chain attached to it with his left hand, and put the two handles on the inside of his right elbow, and then walked back - probably because the bag was really heavy, he was much slower and stiffer than when he came.

"This guy, I always feel like he's holding on?" Looking at the back of Jiichiro Numabuchi hidden under his trench coat, the FBI officer said.

"Yes, even if he can't get 10,000 rounds, it's enough for him," the Metropolitan Police Department officer nodded. "If nothing else, just say that the gun, after attaching the motor, is more than 40 kilograms, and the bag may be so heavy. But then again, how do I think his voice is a little ...... Familiar? It seems to be ......"

……

Three minutes later, the front line.

"Smack!" With the crisp sound of gunshots, Shuichi Akai, who had completed the shooting action, immediately hid behind the defense line composed of multiple bulletproof shields.

"I think I should have hit." The observer next to him said.

"Well, the evidence is obvious, I thought it would take a few more shots to get hit." Shuichi Akai also showed a hint of a smile, looking in the direction of the Ferris wheel car where the sniper who had sniped them before was.

Although it is inconspicuous, the bright color of the fluid state appears on it.

Although he couldn't see where the other party was lying down, he could guess based on his habits as a sniper. At the same time, his sniper rifle also has the ability to penetrate the walls of the car, so he is fully capable of "touching the prize" by sniping after making a guess.

His luck is good, and he hits the soul in one shot.

At the same time, they heard rather heavy footsteps coming from behind them.

"How many things did you take?" Shuichi Akai turned his head and asked Keichiro Numabuchi who came over.

"Okay," Numabuchi said casually, but his heavy gait told the others that he had a lot of gear.

But when Shuichi Akai suddenly frowned.

"You ......," he said. When did you become left-handed? ”

"Left-handed?" Jiichiro Numabuchi didn't figure out why Akai Shuichi used such a question. "When did I become left-handed—"

Just as he was saying this, Numabuchi Keichiro's voice stopped.

In his left hand, he also holds the M134 mini Vulcan cannon - in general, combatants tend to use weapons with a more trusty main hand, and just a few days ago, Akai Shuichi had already determined that he was right-handed.

"When you say this, it's mainly because you're too lazy to change it," Jiichiro Numabuchi gave his own explanation. "The left hand is taken out of it, and the right hand is taken along the way, and it is not heavy anyway."

"......" Shuichi Akai grimaced, and finally decided to give up on the issue. Well, since you have such heavy firepower, you take the lead. ”

"No problem." As he said this, Numabuchi was about to walk around the shield array formed by the FBI, when suddenly a crisp sound of metal colliding and an equally loud firing sound suddenly sounded next to them.

"Pong (smack)!"

"In that direction!" Numabuchi Jiichiro's reaction was quick and immediately turned around. "Wait a minute, I remember that it wasn't the Metropolitan Police Department's offensive area?"

But his voice went unanswered.

"You ...... What's wrong? "Kiichiro Numabuchi noticed the abnormality around him and turned back to Shuichi Akai and their direction, only to find that they were looking at him with strange eyes." Is something wrong? ”

The expression on Shuichi Akai's face distorted at this time, staring at the exposed face of Jiichiro Numabuchi.

A bullet was stuck on the top of the bridge of his nose, and it was clear from the tail that the body had been violently deformed by the collision.

And at this time, Jiichiro Numabuchi was still unaware.

"What's wrong," he continued to ask Akai Shuichi. "Did something happen? If it's okay, we should move on now. ”