It is obvious that Hinata Riki didn't need an answer at all, so he got the answer himself and became happy.

Ginju didn't bother with him. He glanced out the window and thought that he was about to arrive at Miyano's house. Then he raised his chin and said, "It's almost time to reach the destination, put away the gun."

Hinata nodded in a good mood, then lowered her head to pull the bullets in the box, and pulled out a pleasant collision sound, "If these bullets are used up, can you ask for them again?"

Bullets that can fill half a box...

"Only defend yourself." Gin once again stressed coldly.

The other party responded again, lowered his voice, and said to himself, "Then you have to find a way to get the bullet yourself."

...

Gin glanced at him coldly and said, "I'm used up, I'll ask me for it."

The plot succeeded, and the other party immediately looked up, showed a well-behaved and sincere expression, and then made the move to speak.

At the same time, the hand that was lazily holding the pistol suddenly lifted up, like a black poisonous snake in a hunting state, ejecting directly and launching an attack.

As early as Hinata moved over, Gin's vigilant radar kept vibrating, and when the other party looked up and showed a well-behaved expression, his radar was even more crazily vibrating.

So, the moment the gun was pressed over, Gin raised her hand and grabbed the barrel and pressed it inward.

Almost at the same time, the barrel made two crisp clicks.

The first sound was the collision sound of the gun being forced back and slightly derailed with the gun body.

The second sound is the sound of bullets stuck.

The black Porsche braked urgently and stopped at the door of Miyano's house. Before the car stopped completely, Vodka took out his gun and pointed it at Hinata in the back seat without hesitation.

Hinata looked at the muzzle that was no more than three centimeters away from him, then withdrew his gaze and looked at Gin's slapped mouth.

Minors have always tried not to look at other humans as much as possible. They will only look at other humans when necessary or when they are taken. Other times they always move their eyes downward and look at the mouth of the speaker.

Gin knows this habit.

He glanced at the vodka and signaled that he was fine, then used his other hand to pull out the gun to hold the arrogant underage chin.

He raised his hand, and the arrogant minor was forced to raise his chin and look at him with those green eyes.

Hinata Heri didn't say anything, but just bent his eyes and expressed his meaning with his eyes: It's too much to point a gun at me.

Even though the vodka gun had just been aimed at it, it was almost immediately fired, even if Gin now aimed at his chin with the gun diagonally, it could penetrate his head as soon as it was fired.

He still had this calm expression, and even stretched his claws and pulled them out with a bad taste.

...It definitely learned from Belmode.

Letting that woman come to Tokyo and successfully contact Hinata for a long time is the most out of the situation.

Just now, Hinata's reasonable gun lifting action was like a snake suddenly attacking, and now Gin's eyes were so cold.

He asked coldly: "What are you doing?"

"I feel like you are wearing a bulletproof vest, so give it a try." Hinata answered casually and asked again, "Is it really a bulletproof vest?"

"You don't know, because you're afraid that I will attack again, so you've been wrapped in that piece of defense, bullet, and clothes for a while?"

At the end, the other party deliberately bite some of the pronunciations, with a feeling of contempt that seemed to be a smile.

But the expression is still the innocent and sincere expression, and the eyes are even in a friendly and slightly curved state.

That kind of contempt and ridicule seemed just an illusion that Gin felt.

seem.

Gin sneered, "Just your melee ability..."

He didn't finish speaking, but just paused at the right time and threw the rest of the words to the energetic guy to understand for himself.

Sure enough, the other party's harsh mood of pleasure faded a little.

After a few seconds, the other party simply skipped the topic, stretched out his other empty hand, and held the gun that was pressed under his chin.

The muzzle was held and moved downwards. The other party seemed to scratch it. He rubbed the muzzle on his neck a few times, and soon a large red scar was rubbed.

While tickling, the arrogant minor also condemned him, "You are too hard and itchy."

Gin's brows jumped, and he looked at Hinata Yori coldly, seeing what tricks this arrogant underage could play.

After scratching the itch, the other party moved his hand back, held his hand holding the gun, and his index finger pressed against his hand hooking the trigger.

Every step is almost on the verge of going off fire.

After frowned again, Gin had to remind him coldly, "If you want to die, I can help you."

"Really?" Hinata asked, then leaned forward and approached Gin.

The posture changed, and the gun that pressed against Gin's waist loosened, but Gin's hand holding the barrel of the gun did not loosen, and he grabbed it tightly.

Similarly, the gun that he had pressed against Hinata Riri's neck also loosened, and was pulled back by the other party.

When he approached a very close position, the arrogant minor stopped, then closed his eyes, sniffed a few times quickly, and opened his eyes again.

This kind of action is obviously unacceptable to the other party, such as the tricks I learned now. I know that this skill is really arousing hatred, but I am not very proficient in using it.

But the other party's expression stabilized, the subsequent movements stabilized, and the tone stabilized, "Why not come and play a game."

As Gin frowned more and more, the underage stepped back a few centimeters and continued to provoke, "I'm saying 'I want to die' now, please help me, you shoot immediately, how about it?"

Gin: “…”

The vodka in the front seat hesitated for a moment, then tentatively raised his gun and pointed it at Hinata.

Gin did not move, nor did she use her eyes to indicate.

Hinata Rio didn't move, let alone look back.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the other party spoke first: "I want to die."

When Gin saw it, she also heard the other party say sincere words with a sincere expression, "Can you help me?"

Then, without waiting for his answer, the other party took his hand and pulled the trigger directly.

The barrel and the gun body collided, making a crisp click.

Hinata Riri, who was close to the muzzle, immediately solidified for a second. He blinked slowly, first looked down at the gun, then looked up at the Gin.

As if he was dying with his eyes open, his mouth moved a few times, trying to spit out his last words.

It may be the last words of who the murderer was, or it may be a long-winded and full of emotion, and finally I want to tell who the murderer was, but the last words of gg's hypertension were directly gg's words of the moment when he spit out his complete name.

Considering that the guy who is trying to spit out his last words is Hinata Riki, it should be the latter.

Gin: “…”

He couldn't bear it anymore, so he threw away the underage and said coldly: "I didn't pretend to be a fake bullet, nor did I have any plasma. I didn't pass the test."

After Hinata pulled the trigger reasonably, there was no gunshot.

The crisp click sound was the sound of an empty shell without bullets.

There are no bullets in this gun.

Really nervous, and really aimed at Hinata's reasonable vodka twice: "…"

Vodka opened his mouth, wanting to say but stopping, wanting to say but stopping.

He watched Ginjiu tear open the minor on his body coldly and disgustedly, and then watched the minor sit back on his seat and stretch.

The underage still had the face to complain, "I'm really a little surprised. Why do you keep carrying a gun without bullets? And you can still smell the smoke of guns."

"Isn't it really unloaded the bullets one by one before meeting me?"

Gin simply replenished the gun with bullets, and said sharply: "No, I just finished shooting all the bullets in the gun before meeting you."

It sounds like the elder brother is a little tempted to empty the entire gun magazine, and the target is the minor.

The underage also understood this. He put his gun into the box as if nothing had happened and found the black radio that had been stored in the car.

Then, holding two gift boxes and radio, he barely opened the car door with one hand.

As if he was thinking something, the other party suddenly turned around and let go of his hand holding the car door, "By the way..."

Vodka and gin looked at him.

The latter immediately reacted and reached out again.

Another crisp click.

The next second, the underage half-sitting by the car door disappeared, and his two gift boxes and recorders also ran away.

What filled his entire existence was a heavy door slam.

And the provocation from the elongated voice, "Yes, the handcuffs were borrowed from Belmode. I don't have a key, don't come to me-"

Vodka solidified his eyes on the car door. He slowed down his stiffness, turned around and sat down as if nothing had happened, and asked seriously.

"I'll have a task to join in a while. Should I go after dinner, or go first and then eat dinner?"

In the rearview mirror, Gin, who was sitting in the back seat, was still holding the hand and staring at his wrist, which was half a silver handcuffed.

The handcuffs were half of them tightly handcuffed to Gin's wrist, and the silver metal and the black windbreaker formed a clear contrast.

The remaining half sways loosely in the air, giving the most relaxed but direct ridicule.

Vodka looked at the gin from the rearview mirror, and then looked at the slippery minor from the exterior mirror.

He thought for a moment, what should he do if the elder brother pushed open the car door and slammed it, or ordered him to turn around and bump it into it.

...How come I feel familiar inexplicably?

Then, Vodka received a murderous reply.
Chapter completed!