Conan: I am really a good person

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The fat police officer was crying, begging for mercy, and kneeling down without dignity, begging for a chance to survive.

but.

Mirai Ichijo moved the muzzle of the gun and put his finger on the trigger, "Let go."

The fat police officer's body trembled, "W-what?"

He maintained his rickety posture of half lying and half kneeling, tremblingly staring at the gun in a future hand as if he didn't react. A mixture of horror and pleading expressions froze on his face, like a dried piece of paint on the palette. Flesh-colored pigment.

"I say," Ichijo Mirai repeated, "release your left hand from holding the police gun and lift it up."

The fat police officer's right hand was pressed against the wet ground, while his left hand was pressed against the right waist of the body of the young police officer. His hanging elbow and sleeve blocked the details of the contact between his left hand and the body.

Police guns are usually carried on the waist of police officers.

Ichimiku arrived too late and didn't see the fight between the two police officers. He didn't know how much noise they made. He only knew that no gunshots were heard on the road.

The ground was clean, with only the thick shadows of night and accumulated cement water. There were only a small trace of the human body left on the ground during the struggle.

no guns.

Judging from the traces, the young police officer did not resist for long before the fat police officer killed him with his bare hands without even pulling out his gun.

Where would the young police officer's gun be?In a holster, of course.

So here comes the question: A guy who has colluded with the mafia, can decisively kill his former friend, and can continue to stay in the police station as if nothing happened, and even just killed a young police officer, will he kill his former friend's son? After coming to the door, do you just kneel down and cry and beg for mercy?

Unless you go crazy.

With the gun pointed at him, the fat police officer did not move immediately.

"Are you faster to draw your gun, or am I faster to shoot?" A friendly reminder from the future, "After you draw your gun, you can't shoot immediately."

"I can fire at least three shots before you shoot," he asked politely, "Are you looking down on my shooting skills?"

"Don't make me repeat it a third time."

The scene was deadlocked for less than a few seconds before the fat police officer made a decision.

He clenched his back molars and his chubby cheeks trembled for a few times before slowly raising his left hand that was pressed on the body and sneered, "Okay, okay, I'll raise it up right now, don't shoot."

The waist of the young police officer's body was no longer covered, revealing the opened holster and the half-drawn police gun.

Mirai Ichijo glanced at it and raised his eyebrows, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

The case has not been solved 100%, and the fat police officer has not yet revealed all the information.

The fat police officer raised his hands stiffly, like a funny crab. He looked steadily at Ichimai, trying to analyze something from Ichimai's calm to somewhat impatient expression.

But I can't analyze anything.

He couldn't find any sadness or anger, only indifference.

On the contrary, he didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only bite the bullet and spit out everything he knew, "I have been paying close attention to the guys in the Amano group, and they have been threatening me. Since the incident, they have been like glue. He’s been clinging to me for almost five years, but it’s only been five years.”

"One day five years ago, I suddenly received a signal from the joint. They no longer asked me to collect white powder for them greedily, but asked me to provide an escape route."

He smiled cautiously, "Due to their threats, I have been making preparations and quietly looking for ways to leave Neon as soon as possible."

In this cautious smile, there is an unknown liquid on the face that has not yet solidified, probably a mixture of tears, sweat and saliva.

Mirai Ichijo stared at this frowning smile and briefly gave the most basic response, "Yeah."

carry on.

"Because they met a group of very mysterious guys." After finally getting such a clear response, the fat police officer perked up. "Those guys are very well-equipped. They are by no means small-time gangsters. They even dare to confront the police." They are fighting with the Amano Group for territory."

"Everyone is very ruthless. When fighting, they almost risk their lives and show no defense. They focus on the enemy and kill them, but they are also very restrained towards the police. Once they are held down by the police, they will never resist."

"The police have checked and found that their origins are all clean. They are young people from Tokyo. Their statements at the police station are consistent. They all want to compete for territory."

"but,"

The fat police officer stared closely at Ichijo Mirai and swallowed, "The guns they have are American." "The latest version!"

In the lower right corner, a prompt flashed away, indicating that the weapon information of the mysterious force had been unlocked.

Guns are the latest American good?

Mirai Ichijo's brows moved, "You mean..."

"Two or three years after the Amano group was completely wiped out, I found out that it was the latest version of the American product at that time," the fat police officer said. "To be able to take it out when dealing with the Amano group is definitely not a good person, and it is impossible to do it just to compete for territory. Come."

Makes sense.

Mirai Ichijo said nothing.

The fat police officer continued, "I speculate that they want to open up cross-border transactions in Tokyo!"

"They just happened to take a fancy to the Amano group's territory, or maybe not long after they arrived in Tokyo, the Amano group provoked them and learned some of their secrets, so they were killed in such a targeted manner."

or……

It’s not that a new group of mysterious beings have been offended, but the existence that was already offended comes back for revenge, such as Mirai Ichijo.

The fat police officer carefully peeked at Mirai's expression, trying to detect any strange expression that could verify his guess, but found nothing. He could only say: "In just three months, the Amano group disappeared in Tokyo."

"I was threatened, so I had no choice but to send away the remaining part through my own channels."

"They have flown overseas. It is very difficult to find their traces. Even the original group of mysterious beings have not found them. It will definitely take a lot of effort for you to find them, but!"

"But they came through my channel!" The fat police officer raised his hand and glanced at the police gun in Yi Yifu's hand again and again, "I can help you find them!"

"Don't kill me, okay?"

In the lower right corner, another prompt appeared: [The whereabouts of the 'Hostile Amano Group' survivors have been unlocked. ]
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All unlocked?

A future glanced at the rapidly beating loading progress, raised his eyebrows, and pondered over what the fat police officer had just said.

Makes sense.

Just listening to what the fat police officer said, it was actually necessary to keep him. He controlled the whereabouts of the survivors of the Amano group.

but.

The mission of the game is very simple and straightforward: get rid of the fat police officer.

Mission rewards are simpler: archive function.

What does this mean for players?

For the fat police officer to take another breath of air is disrespectful to the players' love for the game.

Faced with a guy who seriously disrespected him, Mirai Ichijo remained polite and asked nicely: "Have you finished your last words?"

Fat police officer: "..."

Ichijo's future was clear, "It's over."

He moved his hands.

"No!" the fat police officer yelled quickly, almost standing up in panic, but quickly reacted and knelt down facing the black muzzle of the gun, "I have received my retribution. Really, I have been sleeping every night for the past 11 years. No, I think about what happened that day every night.”

"My child was only three months old. Not long after he was diagnosed, I lost him. My wife also divorced me because of this. It's true!"

"The bureau also noticed something strange, so they found an excuse to put me in cold storage. Instead of being promoted, I was demoted. I'm so old, I'm still in the professional team, and now I'm just a supplementary member of the police department."

"I really, really! I have been living in pain for the past 11 years," he cried bitterly. "Every moment is like being in prison. I have served a full 11 years!"

Howling and howling.

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