Chapter 321: The power seems a bit too great

No sooner had Vodka finished speaking than the bar door was pushed open.

Lupin III and Fujiko Mine were carrying rocket launchers on their shoulders; their gazes swept across the room, landing on the position where Gin and Vodka were.

At the same time, Gin, Vodka, and Vermouth also saw the man and woman at the door.

They looked at the rocket launchers in Lupin's hands, then looked at the small pistols in their own, their faces full of bewilderment.

What the hell? Are you kidding me?

Can you get equipment like this in the Rainbow Country?

This is not "Conan Science" at all!

"Hmm, there are still quite a few people inside! Hi! Good morning, everyone!"

Inside the underground bar, Lupin III, carrying the rocket launcher, offered a greeting, then pulled the trigger directly.

A shell, trailing a long tail, flew toward the position of Gin, Vodka, and the others.

Gin, Vodka, and the others felt their pupils constrict; they each lunged in different directions, then all flattened themselves against the ground, finding cover to shield their bodies.

Immediately following, accompanied by a loud "Boom—", one of the bar's walls was blown down, and the floor was covered in dust and rubble.

"Ahahaha, that feels great, though the power seems a bit too great."

Lupin gave a dry laugh.

"Is it any more powerful than that Onmyoji's fireball?"

Fujiko Mine cast a disdainful glance at him and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Two more rockets slammed into different spots, and the entire bar became filled with dust.

Hearing the woman he loved praise another man, Lupin's face fell instantly.

Filled with anger, he pulled a pile of grenades from his bag and threw them everywhere, one after another.

"It's all you guys, you've ruined me."

"If it weren't for you, why would I have had to face such a terrifying Onmyoji?"

"In the end, Fujiko Mine even had to use her charms to get us out."

"Bastards! I can't beat the Onmyoji, but I can't even beat a small, crappy organization like you?"

A few minutes later, the bar looked as if it had been demolished by a wrecking crew; there wasn't a single intact spot left.

Fujiko Mine looked around with satisfaction, tossed the spent rocket launcher aside, and said, "That's about enough. If we keep blowing things up, this place is going to collapse."

"Hmm, it seems that's true."

Lupin III's anger had mostly dissipated; he tossed the rocket launcher in his hand aside casually and said with a grin, "Fujiko Mine, it's almost noon, let's find a place to have lunch together!"

"Sure." Fujiko Mine nodded, and the two turned and walked out of the bar.

Lupin III suddenly saw the Porsche 356A parked at the corner of the wall, and his eyes lit up.

"This should be their car, right?"

"Mm, nine times out of ten," Fujiko Mine said.

This place is so remote; besides the people from the Black Organization, who else would park their car here?

"Since that's the case, hehe."

Lupin III pulled a timer bomb from his bag, quickly set the detonation time for five minutes, stuck it to the bottom of the Porsche, and turned to get into his car.

"Let's go, let's go eat!"

Inside the underground bar, which had already turned into ruins, smoke and dust filled the air.

Gin and Vodka crawled out from their respective hiding spots.

Both were covered in dust and dirt, covered in injuries, and looked extremely disheveled.

Vodka wiped the dust from his face and crawled to Gin's side: "Brother Gin, are you alright?"

"I'm... I'm fine."

Gin struggled to stand up, shook his tattered black trench coat vigorously, and tried his best to maintain his cold, aloof image.

"Damn Lupin and Fujiko Mine, to think they would dare to do this; I will definitely kill them! Definitely!!"

"Uh, Boss, your nose is bleeding, and your mouth is bleeding too."

Vodka pulled a dirty handkerchief from his pocket.

Gin looked at Vodka and said coldly: "Vodka, shut up!"

Suddenly, some "Crack—" sounds came from inside the bar...

Gin's pupils constricted, and he said coldly: "Vodka, hurry up and find Vermouth, we need to leave immediately, this place is about to collapse!"

Vodka nodded and quickly pulled the dust-covered woman out from the ruins.

They didn't care about the remaining guards and the bartender at all, and leaning against the wall, they walked out of the bar.

Vodka pointed to the car five or six meters away and said: "Boss's car is parked outside, let's leave quickly, let's go treat our wounds first..."

Boom.

Before Vodka could finish his sentence, the car was blown away.

"Uh, Boss, someone put a bomb on your car! It must have been Lupin and the others!"

Isn't that a load of nonsense?

Gin looked at Vodka, feeling for the first time that this subordinate was simply a bit mentally challenged.

Early in the morning, Akaso Kaze opened his eyes.

Huh, why isn't the little loli on my chest?

He felt around.

Oh, she slid down.

Hiss.

Akaso Kaze suddenly gasped.

This position isn't very good!

Inside a hospital room at a secret base of the Black Organization.

Vermouth had bandages wrapped around her forehead; she held a newspaper in her hand, flipping through it out of boredom.

Having been thoroughly blasted by Lupin III and Fujiko Mine last night, Vermouth's injuries, while not fatal, were not light either; she would need at least a week of rest to recover.

Her original plan was to return to America after her injuries healed.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Vermouth reached out and answered the phone.

"Vermouth, it's me." An old and majestic voice came from the other end.

Vermouth was slightly stunned upon hearing this voice; she sat up straight and said: "BOSS? Hello, may I ask what your orders are?" ===== CHAPTER 323 =====