Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 203 Just for the Buddha statue?

The mercenary leader stood in the bloody wreckage, trembling all over and almost unable to stand.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, the acrid odor of charred metal.

The comrades around him had already fallen, leaving only him and his two men, facing the legendary figure alone.

He looked at the man in front of him, his heart beating so violently that he could almost hear his blood roaring in his ears.

The man stood there with an elegant posture, as if all the killing and chaos had nothing to do with him.

Just a few minutes ago, this seemingly ordinary man single-handedly defeated their carefully trained troops one by one, leaving them almost no chance to resist.

The confidence and pride I once had seem so pale and powerless at this moment.

"Is this 'Wu Chen'?" he murmured to himself, his voice low but filled with undisguised excitement.

Although he had lost most of his team members, the man in front of him had finally entered the desperate situation he had set up.

The leader's fingers trembled slightly, but he still gripped the gun handle tightly.

He knew clearly that the man in front of him had no bullets left, while he and his men still had three guns.

As long as he kills Wu Chen, he will become a legendary figure, not only famous, but even sit at the top of the mercenary world.

At this moment, he seemed to have seen his future, and his heart was filled with ecstasy and desire.

"Kill him and become a legend!" he muttered to himself.

However, despite this, his hands still could not be steady.

Chen Shuo stood in the middle of the bloody hall, his hands spread out, his eyes relaxed and contented.

He smiled slightly and looked gently at the three mercenaries in front of him, without a trace of murderous intent in his eyes, as if they were just a scenery on his dinner table.

His smile was so calm, yet it carried an oppressive feeling that could not be ignored, which instantly made the already nervous mercenaries tense up.

"what happened?"

His voice was soft, almost joking: "I'm out of bullets, aren't you going to shoot?"

Before he finished speaking, the eyes of the three mercenaries suddenly tightened, as if their hearts were oppressed by some huge threat.

Even so, they gritted their teeth, raised their weapons, and aimed at Chen Shuo's chest, with determination and anger flashing in their eyes.

"Wu Chen! Go to hell!" The mercenary leader suddenly roared, his voice full of desperate momentum, as if to dispel all fear and timidity.

This roar, with a certain urging and oppressive force, made the remaining two mercenaries pull the trigger almost as a conditioned reflex.

The moment the three gunshots rang out, the air seemed to be torn apart, and deafening gunshots echoed all around.

The intervals between the three gunshots were so short that it was as if they were fired at the same moment.

"Bang bang bang!"

The echoes of the gunshots gradually faded, and with them the tense atmosphere in the air.

On the ground, the three bodies quickly began to emit heat.

The mercenary leader's face was full of unwillingness and despair, his eyes were wide open, and it seemed that at the last moment, he still didn't understand why he was shot.

Chen Shuo maintained the American Iai posture, and the muzzle of the Remington 1875 in his hand was still emitting a slight glow and blue smoke.

His movements were incredibly fast, as if time itself had slowed down for him.

Almost at the same moment when the three mercenaries pulled up their triggers, he had already completed a precise counterattack.

"Alas... Really, it's just fame that matters."

Chen Shuo muttered to himself softly, his eyes casually sweeping over the corpses on the ground, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of disappointment.

He turned his head and his eyes fell on Kogoro Mouri, who was leaning against the bar with a dazed expression.

He had a hungover look on his face and could barely lift his head from the back of his chair, his eyes half-closed as if he had just woken up.

He was holding a smoking pistol in his hand, and it was obvious that he had fired the shot just now.

At the other side of the door, Wakasa Rumi leaned against the door frame with a somewhat disappointed look on her face.

"You are too slow."

The corners of Chen Shuo's mouth curled up slightly, and his teasing tone became more relaxed than before.

Kogoro Mouri rubbed his head, his eyes were drowsy and he was still drunk.

The heavy feeling from the drug abuse hadn't completely dissipated yet, and his voice was filled with complaints: "You're so long-winded... Damn it, the aftereffects of this drug they gave me are really strong... If you hadn't made such a loud noise, I don't know if I would have woken up."

He muttered and tried to stand up. He looked like a drunk who had been dragged out of a deep pool. Even his strength to stand seemed shaky.

Chen Shuo was too lazy to pay attention to this drunkard. He turned his eyes to the door and his gaze fell on Wakasa Rumi.

She was still calm and composed, standing at the door, majestic and motionless like a statue.

Chen Shuo frowned slightly, his tone calm but full of concern: "Are the children settled?"

Wakasa Rumi nodded calmly, her voice soft but full of certainty: "The Arbitrator knocked the three children unconscious, but he insisted on defusing the bomb himself, so he asked me to come over as soon as possible to provide support."

She paused, as if considering how to express her next words, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

"But..." She looked around and chuckled, "It can be considered a blessing in disguise."

Wakasa Rumi picked up an unconscious man from outside the door with one hand and threw him at Chen Shuo's feet as casually as if he were a kitten.

"boom!"

The man's body hit the ground violently with a dull thud.

The violent impact woke him up from his coma, his eyes were confused and it seemed that his consciousness had not yet fully recovered.

His groggy eyes quickly widened, filled with a mixture of fear and shock.

His mouth was wide open, but no sound came out. It was as if he was trapped in a nightmare, and all the fear and despair made him breathless.

The man's eyes moved as he scanned the bloody living room - corpses were scattered on the ground, the air was filled with the strong smell of blood and gunpowder, and there were bullet marks on the walls.

The mercenaries' bodies piled up like a mountain, each one in a different death posture, with faces full of unwillingness and fear.

The originally clean ground has now become mottled and messy, as if after a disaster, only death and chaos are left.

His pupils shrank into pinholes in an instant, and his heartbeat accelerated rapidly, almost jumping out of his chest.

It was some kind of instinctive fear that came from a deep desire to survive and was completely uncontrollable.

He couldn't believe what he saw. It was all too shocking and beyond his imagination.

Especially when his sight finally fell on Chen Shuo who was standing beside him, at that moment, a deeper panic rose in his heart.

"Chen Shuo..."

He murmured, his voice full of trembling and disbelief. The information clearly showed that he was just an ordinary coffee shop owner.

Chen Shuo looked down at the man lying at his feet, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.

Kogoro Mouri staggered to the front of Fujioka Takamichi, holding a glass of ice water in his hand. It was unknown where he got it from, but the ice cubes in the glass kept colliding, making a crisp sound.

His steps were unsteady, the effect of the drug had not yet worn off, and every step he took seemed a little unsteady, but his eyes still revealed a hint of cunning and unruly.

He looked down at Fujioka Takamichi at his feet, and suddenly smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly: "I remember your name is... Fujioka Takamichi! Right?"

Fujioka Takamichi struggled to raise his head, but due to his physical weakness and deep fatigue, he was unable to resist.

Wakasa Rumi said with a hint of disdain, "On my way here, I ran into this guy. It seems he holds a high position in the Red Kitten team. After they separated, I packed up and brought him here."

She walked gently to Fujioka Takamichi, raised her foot suddenly and stepped on his chest.

She pressed down firmly with her toes, forcing Fujioka Ryudo's chest into the ground, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He tried desperately to struggle, but the heavy pressure on his body made it impossible for him to even move a finger.

There was a cruel smile on Wakasa Rumi's face and a cold look flashed in her eyes, as if she had anticipated this moment.

Her lips curled up slightly, and she said lightly: "Okay! Tell me! What's your plan?"

Fujioka Takamichi raised his head, his eyes filled with struggle and helplessness. Finally, he seemed to have given up all resistance. He took a deep breath and began to whisper the plans that had once been carefully hidden, his voice trembling slightly.

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"Just...just because of that Buddha statue in some temple?"

Kogoro Mouri was fully awake, his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.

He grabbed Fujioka Ryumichi's collar and pulled him up from the ground. His voice was filled with great anger and surprise: "You raided the bacteria laboratory and attacked the Suzuki Group's airship, and all these actions were just for a few Buddha statues!?"

Fujioka Takamichi's eyes were blank, his mind still swirling. How could these people not understand his "grand plan"? Buddha statues, those were no ordinary Buddha statues, they were priceless national treasures!

But his words didn't seem to impress the people present at all.

"This plan is too small..." Wakasa Rumi looked at Fujioka Takamichi's appearance, couldn't help but hold her forehead and couldn't help complaining.

There was a hint of helplessness in her tone, and it was obvious that she didn't think Fujioka's plan was anything worthy of praise.

Her eyes swept over Fujioka, and her brows frowned slightly, as if she was somewhat disappointed with the motive of his action.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Fujioka Ryuumichi's face. His fingers involuntarily gripped the ground, and he felt the cold eyes of several pairs of people around him.

He suddenly felt a little confused and had no idea why these people were acting so disdainfully.

Don’t they think those Buddha statues are priceless treasures?

Chen Shuo stood aside, watching coldly, with a scornful smile on his face.

He had been silent the whole time, but now he couldn't help but mutter, "Sigh...what are these mercenaries thinking about nowadays..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't give Fujioka Takamichi any chance to react. He suddenly reached out and pulled out a gun, aimed it accurately at Fujioka's head, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

There was a crisp gunshot, blood splattered everywhere, and Fujioka Takamichi was killed by a blow to the head. Blood gushed out, his body twitched violently a few times, and finally fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

"Tsk."

Chen Shuo turned and walked forward.

"Okay, time waits for no one. Let's go to the exhibition room first. Everyone is waiting there..."

Before he could finish his words, suddenly, a vague and rapid gunshot came from the exhibition room in the distance, breaking the original silence.

"boom!"

The three of them looked at each other and frowned instantly.

"go!"