Of course, if this were all there was to it, Numabuchi would probably be inferior to an armored vehicle in a tactical sense - what he could withstand, an armored car could withstand. And what he can't withstand, the armored car may be able to withstand.

His strength over armored vehicles lies not only in his ability to drive armored vehicles, but in his ability to achieve an efficient combination of man and weapon.

In a sense, he's Superman.

Kiichiro Numabuchi paused for a second or two to tear off the bulletproof vest under his trench coat that had been affixed by the Metropolitan Police Department with a heating strip for the thermal imaging system to recognize, and looked in the direction of the sniper who had been sniping at him by the Metropolitan Police Department.

[The local observation system has completed the near-target ranging locking]

[1/4 of the fire control observation system for near-target ranging and locking, 1/4 for environmental measurement]

[Fire control observation system near-target ranging lock 2/4, environmental measurement 2/4]

[Fire control observation system near target ranging lock 3/4, environmental measurement 3/4]

[Fire control observation system near target ranging lock 4/4, environmental measurement 4/4]

Within a few seconds, the coordinates of multiple living targets in front of them had been fully mapped, and the correction of the declination angle for firing at living targets had been fully calculated based on the wind speed distribution map fitted from the observed wind speed data.

Minabuchi then became shorter and began to run sideways at high speed to avoid the aim of a potential enemy, and at the same time, his shooting began: it would be quite difficult for experienced veterans to rely on a thermal imager to move at high speed at this distance to shoot people 50 meters away (they would certainly prefer to find an opportunity to stop in place for half a second, shoot quickly and then continue running). However, there was no difficulty for Yoshiichiro Numabuchi, after all, when he knew the exact three-dimensional coordinates of the opponent, the local situation, and the change in attitude of the gun as the body moved with the shot, the answer to the question of how far the muzzle of the gun needed to be twisted to hit the enemy was already determined. The so-called aiming is only a means of accounting to visually ensure that the muzzle of the gun is actually aimed at the enemy after it has moved - in fact, this aiming action is not necessary on a technical level, and it is not so much the accounting required by the machine or auxiliary unit of Numabuchi Keichiro as it is the inherent idealistic nature of the operator to feel unreliable about what he cannot see.

(In fact, Jiichiro Numabuchi was seen by Shuichi Akai before, and the left and right hands are also the operator's problem.) When Chiba operates, there is a sense of unreality because of the relationship between the auxiliary unit and the operation of the machine, so he is not inclined to put the gun in the hand that he is good at like a real person. ）

But whether or not Chiba herself really needs to get rid of this problem in order to make better use of Numabuchi Jiichiro's body, it is enough now.

Five rounds were used as short burst units, the first two to the heart, and the third to fifth rounds were three consecutive shots on the spine line from the base of the spine to the height of the lethal T-zone – in contrast to a similar Mozambique firing method, the reason for inserting two additional shots between the third shot in the lethal T-zone and the first two shots in the heart was due to the need to ensure that the lethal zone could be hit at long distances. After all, no matter how accurate the aiming is, the error of the firearm itself is also difficult to avoid, and the first two shots will also cause the destruction of the opponent's body posture, and it is easy to make errors when using the coordinates before the shot to shoot at the lethal T-zone. In contrast, the two shots in the heart don't really hit the heart, after all, the main purpose of those two shots is to stop the opponent's movements, not really expect to kill the opponent with just these two shots.

After the magazine of 30 rounds was emptied, the coordinates of the six members of the Metropolitan Police Department disappeared from the coordinate map of Jiichiro Numabuchi.

"When will the support team arrive?" Amuro was already in a complete hurry at this point, and said this to the other end of the radio - but in fact, it had only been a minute since Yoshiichiro Numabuchi was shot in the forehead and exposed, and it would take time for the support team used for heavy fire support to arrive as quickly as possible with more than the power of the 50 caliber armor-piercing projectile launcher.

"Let the armored car drive over to deal with him." At this moment, Shuichi Akai's voice appeared on the intercom. "His M134 was destroyed by me, and his weapons should be only at the level of 7.62mm rifles and tactical shotguns that our men have, and these weapons are not capable of destroying armored vehicles."

"......" Amuro hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed with Shuichi Akai's idea. Armored convoy, get back as much as you can, we need your defenses to fight this side...... Humanoid weapons. ”

At the same time, Qianyu was not calm.

During the transfer, Jiichiro Numabuchi was holding the walkie-talkie in a broadcast state, which made it difficult for him to even reload, but he was reluctant to put the walkie-talkie down.

Because he heard Toru Amuro's voice, and that voice he had heard many times.

The last time I heard this voice was when Gregory went to the police station, and the last time I ......

[It turned out to be you......] Qianyu, who was playing chess with Conan, had already bitten her lower lip, and the sound of the chess pieces hitting the chessboard was extremely loud.

[Can we come up with a plan to kill Toru Amuro, or "Bourbon"?] Based on what I heard on the intercom, I was confident that he was the assassin who fed me poison during the attack on my workstation. - Chiba Tachibana

"This guy ......" Gin frowned slightly as he looked at the screen of the phone that Kaede Hoshino handed him. And this stubble? ”

"It's better to believe it than to believe it," Kaede Hoshino shrugged. "I've never seen him define the goal of action as revenge - his character, you know, would never give up the overall effect for a specific personal goal at such a time."

"Tell him that we can help with his plan, but we also have related demands." Gin nodded, and said lightly.

"My request is to give Bourbon a painful death, and to kill all the other enemies he encounters along the way before he kills Bourbon."

"Are you trying to get him to kill everyone?" Kaede Hoshino raised an eyebrow. "He should have only known that Bourbon was here, but he hadn't found a specific location, right?"

"Don't you like the idea?" Gin asked rhetorically. "If the spirit of the capable is really implemented, I think he should be fully responsible for killing all the enemies here. For such a superman with steel and iron bones, it is not excessive. ”

Just then, an explosion suddenly sounded outside the building they were in.