On the park bench, before the people around him could realize what happened, Domon Yasuki's body had already fallen to the ground.

Blood flowed out of the holes in his scalp.

"Mr. Domon!"

"There are snipers nearby! Be alert!"

Two professionally trained bodyguards were the first to react and immediately sensed that it was a sniper from the angle of entry of the bullet.

The two of them used their strong bodies to block Domon Yasuki who fell to the ground, protecting important people from secondary injuries.

"Mr. Domon has been shot, come here immediately for support!"

Two bodyguards used wireless communication devices to contact two other attendants in the parking lot to come for support.

"ah--!"

Next to her, Reina Mizuna let out an exaggerated scream that had some element of acting. Just as she was about to run away in fright, Gin's cold command came from the headset.

"Kiel, go over and take a look so I can confirm DJ's death with my own eyes."

There was no other way, so Mizuno Reina could only bite the bullet and follow the instructions. She found a good angle and walked forward, aiming the pocket camera on her chest at Domon Yasuki's tragic situation.

Bright red blood flowed from his head and had stained a small patch of floor tiles, as if he was dead.

Gin stared at the screen for a few seconds before finally confirming Yasuki Domon's death.

"DJ is dead, Michael, Chianti, Cohen, please withdraw."

At the same time as Gin gave the order, the two Domon followers who had been left behind in the parking lot were also running towards Abedo Park with all their strength.

Two figures ran past the Porsche 356A, unaware that the instigator of the assassination was sitting in the car next to them.

…

Under the dark table, Hui Yuan Ai curled up into a small ball, and the fear caused by the death of his companions finally dissipated.

She regained her courage and reached out to tug at the hermit's trouser leg.

The hermit lifted the tablecloth and looked at her angrily.

"what happened again?"

The hermit's tone was obviously impatient.

Hui Yuan Ai could understand, after all, he didn't give her a good look when he told her fortune just now.

"Please...can you call the police?"

Due to fear and being curled up in a ball for a long time, Haihara Ai felt that her body could no longer run. It was definitely unrealistic to go back to find Dr. A Li. It was better to ask passers-by to help call the police.

But the hermit's next words made her mentality hit rock bottom.

"Do not have time."

With a simple and decisive reply, the hermit put down the tablecloth again.

This perfunctory attitude made Haiyuan Ai confused, and he didn't even ask why she called the police.

How indifferent!

At this time, Koizumi Hongzi was finishing her "handwork" wholeheartedly.

A black top hat, a black windbreaker, and a purple shirt were sewn on the little straw doll one by one in order.

In a moment, the mini version of the "Gin" doll is ready.

But now to complete this thing, we still need the most critical thing, which is something that the doll owner has touched.

At this moment, another tall fortune teller arrived.

The guest came to the divination stall, sat down, reached into his pocket and took out something, and put it on the table.

This is a burned photo scrap.

Koizumi Anko picked up the scraps of the photo, inserted the fragments into the scarecrow's body, and began to recite a spell silently.

Huihara Ai, who was curled up under the table, saw a pair of leather shoes on the other side of the table and immediately understood that a guest was coming.

Since the hermit wouldn't help call the police, she had no choice but to turn to others for help.

This time, Haihara Ai took the initiative to stick her head out of the tablecloth, climbed out from under the table, and looked up pitifully at the guests above.

"My parents and I are lost, please help me report..."

She was just about to express her feelings towards him, but she was surprised to find that this guest was none other than Qin Zhibo!

"It's you?!"

"You are..." Qin Zhibo hesitated for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Oh! So you are the little girl at that time!"

However, Hui Yuan Ai couldn't hear the voice of "Qin Zhibo" at all. Seeing an acquaintance in his eyes, the negative emotions that had been accumulated were immediately released, and tears flowed out of his eye sockets unsatisfactorily.

"Conan, he was killed by Gin... Wuwu~"

"Be good, don't cry, don't cry, let me hug you~"

"Qin Zhibo" picked up Hui Yuan Ai from the ground, patted Hui Yuan Ai's back like a comforting child, and carried Hui Yuan Ai away from the parking lot.

And Hui Yuan Ai was lying on the shoulder of "Qin Zhibo", his eyes blurred by tears, but he could vaguely see a mini version of "gin" placed on the hermit's table.

There was an evil smile on the corner of the hermit's hood, and he held a silver needle with his slender fingers and inserted it into the "chrysanthemum" of the mini gin.

…

In the Porsche 356A, Vodka has put away the portable screen, the car is on fire, and is ready to retreat at any time.

Gin's body was leaning against the seat, with the seven-star cigarette he had just lit in his mouth.

In the back seat, Belmod changed his legs and crossed his legs, with a very relaxed expression on his face.

The original plan was that once the sniper attack failed, Bermod would disguise himself as Kiriko Busujima, a female cadre of the Mudankai, and drive a motorcycle to perform a car accident in front of Yasutei Domon's car.

Domon Yasuki, who had a strong sense of justice, would definitely not turn a blind eye to the scene of the car accident. When he got out of the car, Reina Mizuno, who was approaching from behind, shot Domon dead.

This Plan B has not been announced to others yet, but there is no need to announce it now.

The reason why Belmode is so relaxed at the moment is that she doesn't have to perform fake tricks anymore.

Although it was an acting act, it was a real fall. If you fall so suddenly while riding a motorcycle, it will definitely be very painful, and physical injuries are inevitable.

If the foot that is finally attached is broken due to a car accident, it will be troublesome.

But fortunately, Domon Yasuki was killed with one shot, so there was no need for Plan B.

Although Domon Yasuki had just died and everyone in the car was closely related, there was no tense atmosphere in the car at all.

The "virtue" of a guilty conscience does not exist in them.

Because the goal of those bodyguards and followers at this time was not to catch the murderer, but to ensure the safety of Yasuki Domon.

Even if the person is dead, the hospital still has to send him.

At this time, the police would not come immediately, and even if they did, they could only seal off the small area where Yasuki Tomon died.

In short, the organization chooses sniper killing first because it is the most difficult assassination method to trace the murderer.

Of course, they stopped here not to wait in vain, but to wait for Michael to come back.

Among the three points for sniping Yasuhiro Domon, the distance between Chianti and Cohen is relatively close, while Michael's is a separate location, which is relatively close to the Abeido parking lot.

So the original evacuation plan was for Chianti and Cohen to leave in a Dodge Viper, and Michael to leave in his own car.

But since Michael didn't drive here today, he had to take Gin's car.

While waiting, Gin held a cigarette in his mouth, picked up the phone and sent an email to the boss of the organization, reporting the good news that DJ was dead.

Suddenly, Gin's body trembled involuntarily, and a strong tingling sensation burst out from the inside of his abdomen.

Snap.

The Qixing cigarette at the corner of his mouth fell unconsciously into the car, but Gin stayed on the seat.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Vodka, the younger brother, looked at Gin with some confusion.

Cold sweat broke out on Gin's face, and there was a faint tingling pain in his abdomen. He didn't dare to move at all, for fear that if he moved even a little bit, his ancient power would be unleashed uncontrollably.

But even if his body remained still, the cramping pain in his abdomen continued to tease his heartstrings, like maggots in his tarsus that could not dissipate.

"Brother? What's wrong with the assassination just now?"

Seeing Gin's expression becoming more and more ferocious, Vodka saw more beads of sweat on his forehead, thinking there was some flaw in the plan.

"without……"

Gin forced himself to calm down and opened the car door, "I'm going out and I'll be back soon."

After saying that, Gin closed the car door with a bang and left with a somewhat awkward walking posture.

Belmod looked at Gin passing by the window and frowned with a strange look, but didn't say anything.

After waiting for another two minutes, Michael came back first and sat in the back seat alongside Belmode.

"We still have to wait a moment, brother..."
To be continued...