Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 35 Silence
Gin was impatient now.

He had become a little impatient since Rum had omitted important tasks due to personal incompetence issues and had to be handed over and completed by Gin. However, the task indicators were still in Rum's name.

Leading a new person from scratch is a matter of patience.

But it is very simple to lead a future. There is no need to think about how to remove the innocence of the newcomer, how to lead the newcomer into the darkness, how to train the newcomer into a strong wolf in the darkness, and there is no need to guide the newcomer to indulge his nature. .

Just keep an eye on it.

As a temporary instructor, Gin must pay close attention to every move of this newcomer, and absolutely, absolutely cannot let him go out to wander around, otherwise something even more blood-pressure will definitely happen.

This tests your patience.

Gin has never been patient with rubbish, but has always been patient with outstanding people.

...Even if it’s an outstanding guy who can’t say a single human word.

The latter is a future that is overly adapted to the darkness, so adaptable that it makes the original black characters feel a little too much.

The former is a useless mission target who has no brains at all and dares to shoot in a place like an amusement park.

"That guy wants to escape into the crowd. I'm suppressing his route and forcing him to go to the corner," Gin said coldly, "We expect to arrive near the haunted house in two minutes."

"I have his gun here. His right hand is injured and he can't resist. There are few people in the haunted house. I will deal with him directly there."

"The police will arrive in 10 minutes at the earliest. There is enough time to evacuate. What was the reaction of the crowd over there?"

The first reaction of human beings to escape for survival is to run to places where similar people gather.

This is not the first time that the route has been suppressed, forcing the mission target to go to a less crowded place. Gin has suppressed it for two or three rounds, forcing the mission target who originally wanted to go to a place with a lot of people to flee to a corner.

Cooperating with the suppressed Vodka, he changed direction and rushed towards the haunted house. At the same time, he reported in a low voice the reaction of the crowd he observed, "The panic level of the crowd is medium."

Gunfire in an amusement park is a scary thing.

If there were two or three more gunshots, the tourists in the amusement park would not hesitate to scatter in all directions and run for their lives. But there was only one gunshot, and they were in an uncertain panic. They still hesitated and did not disperse immediately. Lose.

"No one has discovered the transaction site yet," Vodka added. "I took the suitcase away. There is only a gunshot mark on the wall. It will take some time for the police to lock down, but nothing will be found."

"Well, immediately notify other members of the organization who are separating the crowd nearby to evacuate, and let them send reports after they evacuate to a safe location." Gin asked the most difficult guy to leave without pausing. "The future is mine. Take responsibility."

He followed the mission target from a distance, his eyes turned completely cold, "The brainless guy entered the haunted house area."

There is a section where the haunted house and the roller coaster area overlap, but the roller coaster has not yet arrived at the starting station. The roller coaster area is empty. Below is a green maze with very few people. There are only a few clouds above.

The mission target only hesitated for a few seconds. He turned around and saw Gin who was following him from a distance. He decisively avoided the open, empty and dangerous area with few people, and ran towards the haunted house with his right arm covered.

The haunted house is very large. The theme is a Blizzard Villa that is quite in line with the neon style. The building is a European-style villa. There are various scary monsters in each level, either in the hall with corpses scattered around, in the bedroom where someone hanged, or in the bedroom where someone hanged himself. There are arrangements like vampire skulls, as well as simulated animals such as spiders.

The European-style villa means that even if you are not at the front entrance of the haunted house, you can still force your way into the haunted house by climbing or other methods.

This is how the mission objectives are planned.

He couldn't find the main entrance of the haunted house, so he hurriedly walked around the haunted house for a short distance, and went deep between the haunted house and the green plant maze, further away from the crowd. He looked ahead and found that if he walked further, he would only go further, so he bit Gritting his teeth, he made a decisive decision and broke into the haunted house through the window.

There are very few people around here and the place is remote, making it an excellent killing point.

Gin quickened his pace.

"Stop," he raised his gun and said coldly, "If you move again, I will shoot."

Weird.

Shooting now will only make more noise, so Gin doesn't plan to shoot for the time being.

But guns are very intimidating.

The body of the mission target was frozen by the window on the first floor.His neat suit had a lot of wrinkles, and his knees and elbows were covered in dust. His right hand was hit by Gin's stick when he fired, and he felt a pain that was almost like breaking his bones.

"I thought," Gin sneered and walked over, "the president would be a smart person."

"I didn't expect you to be so stupid as to shoot for [-] million yen."

He walked as he spoke and walked about one meter away from the mission target. He put down the gun and took out the swing stick, "Trouble..."

A sudden premonition came.

On the second floor, there was a slight sound, like fingers tapping leisurely on the railing.

Gin stopped abruptly, his eyes sharpened suddenly, and he raised the gun he had just put down urgently, aiming at the direction of the sound without hesitation, and fired.

After taking a quick glance at the situation on the balcony on the second floor, he urgently shifted the muzzle.

He fired only one shot, but three gunshots rang out.

The first gunshot was the sound of two guns fired at the same time from too close range, and the gunshots overlapped.

A bullet grazed the left brim of Gin's hat, leaving a slight white mark caused by rapid friction with the air.

He didn't move.

The second gunshot was from a single gun. A bullet grazed the right brim of Gin's hat, leaving not even a white mark.

Gin tilted his head and looked at the green wall where the bullet hit.

The third bullet just missed his shoulder, flew away a few silver hairs, and hit the labyrinth wall composed of hard stones and green plants climbing on the stones again.

A total of three shots.

Gin lowered the muzzle of the gun and pointed the gun that had just fired at the mission target. He looked upstairs and bit out a name, "Ichiyo Mirai."

"……what are you doing?"

On the balcony of the second floor of the European-style villa, Ichijo Mirai put away his gun, showed a friendly smile, waved hello to the people downstairs, showing his friendly attitude of at least three stars, "Hi."

He explained, "He had a knife in his sleeve. When you put the gun away, he wanted to attack you. I shot him out of desperation."

He frankly admitted his mistake, "I'm sorry, my shooting skills are not very good, and I missed the target a little."

It was a little off: three shots were fired within ten meters, the gun passed by with gin and wine, and the hat didn't even fly off.

In a sense, this was harder than hitting the gin, and it seemed more intentional than poor marksmanship.

Coupled with the frivolous attitude, it is a clear provocation.

Gin's face turned cold, "You..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly frowned, and his tone seemed to be reading some incredible and incomprehensible heavenly book, "'Tao', 'De', 'Gan'?"

A future hand was still raised, and the wooden guard was swaying gently in the air, slowly spinning in a circle, "Huh?"

Under the sun, the guard sparkled like a frontal prop.

"'Extreme'," Gin's brows furrowed more and more tightly, still thinking, "'High'?"

"..."

He was silent.

I was shocked to the point of silence by the unconsciousness of the frivolous and shameless man who was talking nonsense and couldn't make up a single human word out of ten sentences.

Does the organization really need this kind of guy?
(End of this chapter)