From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Chapter 32 Oh, Shirley
Ten o'clock in the morning, Uesugi Co., Ltd. President's Office.

"President, this is Shima Dai, a doctor of nutrition." Ebina introduced seriously.

"Hello, Mr. President."

Jiang Yuan stood up and shook hands. Since the Suzuki family announced its capital injection, a large amount of idle funds in the market have begun to follow the trend and have adopted debt financing methods without scruples, including but not limited to loans, leases, and bonds. Anyway, someone is now The purpose is to get money, and I don’t care about the deficit on the books. In theory, I am heavily in debt, but I can do more things.

Next, Ebina helped introduce many people in pharmacy, kinesiology, rehabilitation, acupuncture, etc. A total of 18 people formed a professional team. Most of them have remarkable achievements and academic qualifications in professional fields.

"This is Mr. Fukuoka-san of the Katori Shinto-ryu Hoshiden."

The old man named Fukuoka-san just nodded.

Next, Ebina introduced four famous kendo masters in turn. The logistics team and teacher team spend about [-] million yen per month. As for the training equipment on the top floor, the price is even higher, as well as medicines, medicinal baths, food, etc. Even organizations will not spend so many resources to train a person specifically.

Jiang Yuan clasped his hands together and said seriously, "Everyone, since I spent money, I won't talk nonsense. I want to touch the limits of the human body. Led by Mr. Shima and Fukuoka, please help me formulate a strict training plan. From now on start."

"Understood." Everyone said in unison, this is respect for money.

……

The student group is out of school.

After saying goodbye to their three children, Conan and Huihara Ai were walking home. The cold weather made it difficult for crows to forage in the wild. They stood on the street lamps and kept chirping.

"This is not the place for me to stay. If I don't want to involve them, I have to leave immediately." Conan held up the football, "That's what you think, Haiyuan."

Haihara Ai looked at the famous detective in front of him. This guy had no idea how powerful the organization was. As a transnational criminal group, the resources it could mobilize were unimaginable.

"Normal people won't believe that your body has become smaller. As long as you play the role of the little ghost head well, no one can find you. We will wait until the time comes." Conan said confidently. He has won many times, and even won all the time. , the same this time.

Haibara Ai was noncommittal. Just like the antidote, confessing to the other party was a no-brainer. The famous detective must have thought that he had grasped the clue, and then rushed forward desperately.

The two of them walked in silence on the street. A crow flew across the sky. Haihara Ai's eyes wandered and finally landed on a familiar car.

Porsche 365A.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, Haiyuan."

Conan saw the other person stop and immediately looked sideways, only to see Haiyuan standing completely blank on the spot, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

"Gin, Gin's car." Haiyuan Ai said tremblingly.

"What!" Conan opened his mouth in shock, and the clue actually hit him directly.

"Doctor, quickly, take my things to the intersection of Fourth Street."

"What are you doing, Kudo!!" Haihara Ai shouted in horror, this guy is crazy.

On the other side, Gin left the shopping mall, and Vodka followed his elder brother with a box in his hand. The two had just finished today's entertainment activities, which cost [-] million yen.

"There is a memorial service tonight. Pisk will invite you. Don't refuse. You are one of the backup plans." Gin said coldly.

"Why don't you contact me by email? I'm a decent person now." The first thought that came to Jiang Yuan's mind was that something was fishy. The world wanted to mess with him. It was not an exception for core members to take the initiative to bump into Conan.

"You are crossing the road with your head down, you really think highly of me." Gin replied with a cold joke, which was as ridiculous as if the other person was a decent person.

Although he said that, Gin didn't mean to look at the road at all. The speed of the car in the evening rush hour was very slow, and there was no situation where he could not stop. Besides, he was skilled enough to avoid an accident.

Mainly because he was not in a good mood, and Pisk's incident disrupted his entertainment arrangements.

"What are you doing? You can't read the road?"

A truck driver was forced to brake, rolled down his window and shouted.

Gin glanced at it. He had no interest in killing this guy unless necessary.

"Remember to bring a gun, security will figure it out on your own." The phone hung up.The driver sat back in his seat blankly, his anger dissipated in an instant. These two guys were definitely not good people.

Crossing the road, Gin frowned as he looked at the footprints beside the car. The messy footprints showed that he had been standing there for a long time. It was snowing all the time and he couldn't distinguish the specific features.

"Check for bombs."

"yes, Sir."

Vodka swallowed back the words of passers-by and stepped forward to check carefully. He still had no problem with the relevant skills.

Gin lowered his head and arranged the operation, including sentries, retreats, and checking the target's dead personnel. These all had to be put in place in advance.

Conan and Haihara Ai squatted behind the car: "..."

frenzied!

Conan took Haiyuan Ai's hand and stood up, pretending to cross the street. Vodka opened the trunk and saw the two people halfway there from the corner of his eye.

Little kids after school.

An idea flashed through Vodka's mind, but he didn't think much about it. He never used his brain to position himself.

"Big brother."

Gin understood, put away his phone and got in the car.

The Porsche 365A quickly disappeared from Conan's sight.

"How are you over there?"

"Everything is normal. Do you value him?"

"A talented sniper, the BOSS is going to make him the ace to destroy that guy."

"There will be no problem with BOSS's decision, no matter what the target's situation is."

"Show up at the Cupido Hotel at six o'clock in the evening. This is your memorial service. Don't screw it up, Pisk."

"You don't need to say it."

A subtle sound of electricity passed by. Gin hung up the phone and glanced back and forth in the car. In the gap between the door and the seat, a brown hair came into view, which made him instantly excited.

"Look what's missing from the car."

Vodka immediately started checking after hearing this.

"No, brother."

"That's a lot of stuff."

Gin easily found the chewing gum with the location bug stuck on it, a method he had stopped using when he was a child.

Not a thief, not a brown-haired woman trying to kidnap and extort someone who dared to enter an expensive German tree frog on the side of the road.

"Oh, Shirley."

He actually dared to come to the door.

[Shirley is still alive. Don’t tell me you forgot about this mission. She is still in Tokyo and will appear on Street [-] from [-] to [-] p.m. ——Gin]
[Surprise surprise, I will find her. ——Bourbon]
Gin pinched off the positioning transmitter, and the teeth marks were destroyed by the chewing gum, which ruled out the possibility that Vodka did not notice it on purpose, because he could not think of this.

"Brother." Vodka hesitated. It was true that he made a mistake during the inspection, but after all, the eldest brother just asked him to look for bombs.

"Be careful next time." Gin said indifferently. To be honest, he was used to it. Vodka had committed countless crimes, and was trained by the organization from an early age to excel in fighting. As long as there were no principled mistakes, some tolerance was still needed.

(End of this chapter)