Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 14
When the gunfire rang out, Gin was resting his head with his eyes closed.

Along with the first gunshot, there was also the sound of mobile phones vibrating.

He opened his eyes, listened to the second distant gunshot, and checked the new information: [Shot fired. 】

The phone vibrated again: [But not dead. 】

[Shot fired. 】

It was from Vodka. He was using a telescope to observe the somewhat special newcomer performing his mission in the distance.

Another new message: [...but not dead. 】

Gin: "?"

The newcomer fired two shots at the target person, but the target person did not die?
why?
The third gunshot sounded in the distance, like the sound effect of the answer appearing.

The moment Gin's mind was spinning and the answer emerged, a new text message also appeared: [He is torturing the target person. 】

[The target of the first shot was the left hand of the target person who had held the gun, and the target of the second shot was the abdomen of the target person. 】

Another message came hurriedly: [The target person was shot in the forehead, and the newcomers have evacuated. 】

Gin replied: [Go and check vital signs. 】

He put down his cell phone, glanced at the car not far away, estimated that the distance was still safe, lit a cigarette, and waited quietly for the sound of footsteps in the darkness.

After a while, footsteps sounded.

For some reason, Gin suddenly had a bad feeling.

He subconsciously bit his cigarette butt, glanced at the bomb truck not far away, and then looked in the direction where the footsteps came from.

In the darkness, a slender figure appeared. The first person to step into the alley was half a pair of black sneakers.

Next is the corner of the sportswear, and then the whole person.

The newcomer seemed to be in a good mood, smiled at Gin, walked over quickly, and greeted politely, "Hello, the mission has been completed."

His eyes are red, a bit like blood in a glass, and he smells like gunpowder smoke. Therefore, when he smiles, he does not make people feel gentle, but only feels that he is ready to go and is brewing. in danger.

Gin paused.

He looked at the newcomer calmly, assessed the perceived danger, and chewed on the newcomer's information:
He was very smart since he was a child. He attracted the attention of the organization when he was six years old. His parents passed away when he was seven years old. He stayed in the organization for a short period of time, and then successfully left the organization. He has been traveling around the world without any news. Only recently Return to Tokyo.

He is an out-and-out dangerous person.

This dangerous person who seems to remember his parents' profession, still has some bottom line, and stands on the edge of darkness and refuses to come in, was originally responsible for Rum.

But before the important moment of "newcomers avenging their parents with their own hands" comes, which means having the stain of shooting a serving police officer, and fully joining the organization, the organization finds out that there are still people in the Amano group alive.

Rum made a mistake.

The task was taken over by Gin, who was responsible for making this newcomer step into the darkness and completely join the organization, never being able to leave again.

Gin put out his cigarette and glanced at the bomb truck again for some reason, "Well, someone has already gone to confirm."

He asked thoughtfully: "Did you meet anyone else on the way?"

As if he was a little surprised and novel about this question, the newcomer moved his eyes and laughed again, "I didn't encounter any police officers searching."

"But when I arrived, Taro Yamano was attacking a police officer."

"That police officer is still alive," he didn't care much. He didn't seem to have any bottom line in the organizational profile. "If you care, you can send someone to kill him."

"Or should I kill him first and then come to you?"

The tone is casual, but very aggressive, and the danger brewing is like poisonous wine exuding the mellow aroma of grapes.

No matter how poisonous the poisonous wine is, it is just wine. Gin has never drunk this poisonous wine, so it stands to reason that he will only frown at the mellow and dangerous smell.

But for some reason, he had a bad premonition and the urge to retreat, as if he had drank several poisonous wines in one gulp. He subconsciously glanced at the bomb truck with his peripheral vision before denying it, "No need."

"If it is necessary to silence the person, the person who goes to check will handle it themselves."

It is too dangerous, and it is indeed an existence that the organization has long been determined to win.Gin stopped staying too long, lest he really set himself on fire and drank the poisonous wine. He took out a mobile phone and threw it over, saying concisely, "Contact mobile phone."

"Low-level organization members do not have code names, and they will not be connected with other organization members. They only need to act according to orders."

"I will send you a message if necessary."

"Remember, as long as it is a task given to you through mobile phone messages, no matter what it is, you must perform it."

Even if the person who sent the message was not Gin, even if the mission exceeded the minimum limit and involved police officers and ordinary innocent people.

If such a dangerous person, whose parents are police officers, joins the organization, the organization will inevitably send some specially tailored tasks, leaving him with no choice but to sink in the darkness until he can no longer break free.

Therefore, Gin goes out of its way to emphasize this.

He also specially stared at the expressions of the newcomers.

The newcomer picked up the phone casually, wondering if he understood the subtext, but his expression did not change, still calm and relaxed. Sensing the gaze, he smiled at Gin again, looking good-tempered, "I understand. "

"Is that all?"

"...that Yamada, Yamano Taro," Gin didn't remember the name of the loser seriously, he just glanced at it. Although he had an impression of the fat police officer as 'Yamada Taro', he still went with the newcomer who must remember that guy's name better. "Let go of a few guys from the Amano group."

"The organization has locked their location and will send people to deal with it after a while."

"If you are worried, you can handle it yourself."

The newcomer nodded slowly, turned on his phone and started studying.

Because he was too unfamiliar, he frowned. It didn't seem like he was listening to his boss at all. Instead, he seemed to be casually listening to his subordinates report some insignificant things, "Is there anything else?"

Gin: "..."

"You are too lax," he glanced at the large wet spot on the newcomer's abdomen and said coldly, "You dare to enter the car even though there is blood on your body."

"Once you leave a trace of blood at the scene, the police can discover your true identity."

The probability is very high, 0.01%.

"Have you thought about the consequences?"

What about attitude.

"Ah, blood stains," the newcomer paused while studying the keys on his cell phone, and showed an astonished expression as if he remembered something, "I have stopped the bleeding."

"There will be no traces of my blood left at the scene of Taro Yamano's death. The shoes are ordinary sneakers. The pattern and size are nothing special. I will remember to replace them." He pressed the phone again, complaining a little, "How come there is only time and no Year and month?”

Gin stopped walking towards the car.

He looked at the newcomer, who had no self-consciousness and a rather frivolous attitude, and said, "Che."

"I already picked up the 'car'."

"You lay down in the car, and your wounds were bandaged with items in the car to stop the bleeding. Do you really think your blood and fingerprints won't be left in the car?"

Also complained.

Gin was used to trash, and even more accustomed to communicating with trash, but he was not used to labeling a person a capable person only to find out that the other person was an arrogant trash.

This means that you are looking the wrong way, which is very unpleasant.

Newcomer: "Huh?"

He was a little confused and laughed in a good-natured manner, "Aren't you planning to destroy the car? Why are you asking me?"

"Any thing else?"

……

Gin's eyes narrowed slightly and became sharp, and he looked at Ichiyo Mirai carefully.

"You knew there was a bomb in the car."

(End of this chapter)