Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 145 Angostura

Cornflower Town.

Under the rain, as time goes by, the passers-by gradually become thinner.

A little girl in a white coat is running wildly on the street...

But no one noticed her and her pair of bare feet.

"Huh...huh..."

Miyano Shiho was a little tired from running, he stopped to hold on to the electric pole and panted heavily, and looked back from time to time to see if there was a man in black who looked like a nightmare chasing him...

Originally, she ate the poison she developed with a dignified mentality that since she was going to die, it would be better to die.

Unexpectedly, a change that only appeared once in tens of thousands of experiments actually happened to her——

Her body has shrunk!
"Kudou Shinichi...he must have become smaller too!"

Miyano Shiho gritted his teeth, stepped forward with his sore and swollen calf, and continued to run forward.

She is going to Kudo House...

Only that person, Kudo Shinichi, that young man in a situation similar to hers, might be able to help her!
Miyano Shiho almost walked to the door of Kudo Shinichi's house with his remaining consciousness.

But at the moment when she saw the house number, her tense nerves relaxed a little, and she lost consciousness and fell to the ground...

'哗啦啦~'

The rain mercilessly slapped on the fallen girl's body, regardless of her weak body...

However this time.

A figure in a cloak suddenly appeared on the fence opposite Kudo's house.

Only a white mask can be seen under the black hood.

Seeing the girl fainted, the figure immediately got down from the fence and landed beside her. After gently hugging her, he looked towards the gate of Dr. Ali's house next door.

The masked and cloaked man didn't hesitate at all, put him under the iron fence, rang the doorbell and climbed up the fence again, and disappeared after a few clicks.

-

Qinggang Pharmaceutical Company.

Gin played a game of minesweeping, and after Noah was evacuated, he began to send signals to the peripheral members, announcing the evacuation.

After Vodka had almost prepared the destruction measures, they were also preparing to leave.

——The so-called destruction means blowing up.

"All arranged?" Gin turned off the computer after seeing Vodka came back.

Vodka nodded, "Don't worry, brother, I've already destroyed the program... This building has already been bombed, and I'm calling people to evacuate now."

"no need."

Gin waved his hand, his eyes were cold, "I have already asked the irrelevant peripheral members to evacuate, and let the others stay here."

Vodka was surprised: "This?!"

Is this the rhythm of bombing people together?
Gin patted Vodka on the shoulder, "After you destroy the data in the database, go down first. I will install the bomb in the laboratory."

If bombing a building doesn't kill a few people, then how can it be called bombing a building?
Gin looked very calm.

There are no fewer than thirty experimenters and informed members... Putting it into Gin's cadre resume is another great achievement.

But this is just an insignificant little wave in his decades of experience...

In the training camp alone, there were dozens if not a hundred of his peers who died under Qin Jiu's hands. After he came out of the training camp, he was just a knife in the hands of others at first, and he would kill whoever was pointed at.

For more than 30 years, how many dead souls did he have?
Gin has not been counted, but it must not be less than a thousand digits...

Silently planting a bomb on the outer wall of the laboratory, Gin murmured silently in his heart:

"Let's have a good pregnancy in the next life..."

……

That night.

With a loud noise, Qinggang Pharmaceutical Company was engulfed by raging fire.

According to the report of the reporters who came later, according to the judgment of the police, this should be the fire caused by the explosion caused by chemicals, and none of the employees who worked overtime in the company survived...

In the dark ruins, the members of the medical team were able to lift a charred corpse from the ruins from time to time.

A curly-haired male police officer in a black suit kept walking around the scene, looking for every clue...

"Matsuda, I have already told the media as you said."

Police officer Mumu came over solemnly, "But... did you really find the bomb?"

"Ah, it can't be wrong."

Matsuda Jinpei caressed a piece of wall that was trampled by the blast, his sharp eyes were filled with inexplicable emotions,
"Although the person who planted the bomb handled it very skillfully, most people should think that the fire was caused by an explosion caused by improper chemical preparation or the leakage of some flammable gas..."

"But the traces of the explosion are not just two or three places. At the scene surveyed so far, no less than ten detonation points have been found in the collapsed part alone."

Police officer Mu Mu looked confused: "No less than ten places?! If it is really a bomb..."

Matsuda Jinpei said in a heavy tone: "That's right, at least a dozen bombs were installed on the collapsed floor...but they may also be homemade bombs. After all, apart from that kind of large black organization, I can't think of anyone else who can attack them." The son made so many bombs."

"Anyway, let's investigate more carefully."

Matsuda Jinpei looked at the clear night sky, and a figure in a helmet involuntarily appeared in his mind.

"I will definitely find you..."

-

Around one o'clock in the afternoon.

England, East London.

In a cockpit of the London Eye, there are only two passengers.

One of the black-haired men in a black windbreaker kept disassembling and disassembling the pistol in his hand...

Parts tumbled in his black-gloved hands, but none of them fell to the ground.

'Kaka——'

'click~click...'

And another man in a black windbreaker with light blonde curly hair was holding a Barrett with a silencer installed out of the window of the car, and there was a guitar bag standing beside him.

"Can't you be quiet?"

(Please translate the following dialogue into English yourself)
The light-blond curly-haired man glanced emotionlessly at the man who was still disassembling the pistol.

Did you disturb him?

"What's wrong, Unber?"

The black-haired man stopped dismantling, and aimed at the blond-haired man with a pistol in good condition, "Do you think I'm noisy?"

The scar extending from the center of his brow to the right cheekbone makes him look extraordinarily hideous.

Both of them are typical European faces.

"You are really noisy."

After the man named Amber finished speaking, his eyes widened slightly, and he pulled the trigger on Barrett in an instant.

There was only a soft sound, and a bullet had already rushed to the window of a building opposite at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

After looking in the scope for two seconds, Ambu silently put the muzzle of the gun into the car, removed the silencer, glanced at the pistol aimed at him expressionlessly, and packed it up on his own:

"Stura, you're boring."

"Tch... Who makes someone take so long to solve a target that is [-] yards away?"

The black-haired man named Stella pouted.

An Bu was not afraid of this terrifying man at all, and his face was indifferent: "You should reflect on why someone insisted on arranging the location of the sniper on the Ferris wheel."

Is it hard for him to aim when he's always moving?This bastard has been making noise next to him to disturb him, which is too much.

Although the problem is not big... But the attitude problem should be condemned.

　——Real Wine Catalog·First Issue——

　　&Asterisk represents threat level&full ten stars

　　Claret -*
　　Pisco -*
　　Rum (RUM) - ***
　　Angostura - ***********
　　Underberg - *****
　　——Zhenjiu Archives·Non-Original Works——

　　[Angostra Files: The training camp is one period later than Gin, looks down on Gin, Gin's nemesis, a member directly under the boss in England, is an all-round killer similar to Gin, and dreams of killing Gin . 】

　　[Anderburger Files: Born in the same training camp as Angostura, specialized in snipers, once performed missions with the 25-year-old Gin Jiu, since leaving the training camp, there is no record of empty guns within 800 yards, Angostura's partner. 】

　　[Claret Files: An intelligence agent under Pisk, who is good at free combat and short-to-medium range shooting, and respects gin very much. 】

　　PS: only hiahiahia directly under the boss can fight
　　
　
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