Conan: I am definitely not a kid

Chapter 184: American Road Distress

When Moriyuro was so tired of waiting in the safe house that he could hardly control himself and wanted to kill time with Rai, Belmode's notice finally arrived.

The partner was obviously a very cautious person. When he learned the news, he did not rush to contact the members of the organization. Instead, he secretly investigated to confirm the authenticity of the news and checked the information used by Belmode to promote products. After recording Fu Jingguang's previous mission, he finally decided to meet with the drug's developer, Mori Yura, and the experimental exhibit, Morofu Jingguang.

It was precisely because of the other party's caution that when Mori Yura and Morofushi Kagemitsu arrived at the meeting place, they found that what was waiting opposite them was not the future partner they were going to meet, but a black car with a privacy film on it. Luxury limousine.

Moriyura raised his eyebrows subtly, contacted Belmode and asked, "Do you know what's going on?"

She can understand the arrogance of the other party, but the organization is not someone they can treat casually. Is it because Belmode did not express his position clearly during the negotiation with the other party, or is the other party really crazy and trying to do something like this? A show of force?

Belmode said in a leisurely tone: "Ah, the other side said they need to inspect the goods first."

Mori Yuro doubted: "Then what do you want me to do?"

It has always been Belmod's task to take Morofuku Jingguang to test his abilities in actual combat. Mori Yura had only been in charge of the laboratory part before.

Belmond on the phone is the color of changing her nails for herself. As she clamped her mobile phone, she looked at her newly painted nail polish: "Obviously, they feel that the organization should send individuals in this activity and should be sent to put themselves to put themselves. The dog led the rope. "

Although this sounds ugly, to be honest, this is what the organization has always done. As a precious experimental subject of the organization, Zhu Fu Jingguang has never had time to act alone since he woke up in the observation room.

Moriyura originally wanted to ask why Belmode would not continue to be responsible for this aspect of work, but he suddenly understood before he spoke——

To those people, Belmod's position is also the experimental subject of the organization, not the person who can control the experimental subject.

Even though she was the one doing the work.

Her identity outside the organization is that of a female star who can only be used as a beautiful decoration. No matter how high her income is, she is still under scrutiny. Within the organization, she is an experimental subject used to prove the organization's successful experiment level.

Although Belmod's ability is a little bit technical, it can be said that there is no doubt in the relevant fields. However, this woman is not regarded as an equal from various angles...

Moriyuro paused the question he was about to blurt out.

His mentality has always been so good, and Belmode is also quite powerful.

Mori Yura changed his words: "No matter what kind of trouble we make later, the other side will help us suppress it, right?"

Belmod raised his lips: "Of course."

Moriyura looked at Morifu Jingguang, who was listening to Moriyura's phone call and had vaguely noticed something was wrong, and took him into the car with him.
-

Except for a few prosperous cities in the United States, many places in the United States are notoriously sparsely populated. It is not difficult to find a place where the land and ground are not good enough.

Therefore, when the location of the car became more and more remote, and finally it was seen that it ran over a thumbtack near an empty abandoned food processing factory, and all four wheels were deflated and broke down, Belmode did not directly hear it. Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was speaking, also understood the current situation.

He had done too many similar tasks in Japan before, and was forced to leave a lot of images. Therefore, Zhu Fu Jingguang just sighed in his heart, got out of the car with ease, and prepared to check the tire condition as normal people would do when encountering such an accident. Mori Luo pulled out the gun without any passion to point to the driver: "Honestly, what script did it arrange for us?"

The driver trembled under the gun: "I, I, I, I don't know what you are talking about...ah!"

Without saying a word, Moriyuro shot him directly in the thigh. The still smoking muzzle was pressed against the driver's forehead again, burning a red mark: "Our attitude has been cooperative enough, right? I hope you can I can also cooperate a little bit.”

The driver obviously thought that Mori Yuro would not really shoot, and the incredible scream almost echoed in the stereo in the car: "I don't know! I really don't know! The boss said that someone else will come to answer the call..."

The driver protected his injured thigh with trembling hands, but did not dare to touch the wound hard to stop the bleeding. He cried in confusion: "Please, don't kill me. I'm just following the orders from above..."

Before he could finish his plea, Mori Yuro shot him in the head with a bullet.

Since there are other drivers to pick up later, there is no use now.

The driver's blood was smeared on the entire driver's seat glass. Moriyuro sat unaffected in the passenger seat and called Rai: "Are you following?"

"I have your signal," Ley said, "but it's too conspicuous to follow on this open road. It will take me a while to arrive."

"As soon as possible." Mori Yuro hung up the phone and also opened the door and got out of the car.

It was precisely because the area was open enough and the food processing plant had a limited floor height that Morofushi Jingguang went down and checked briefly to confirm that there were no snipers lurking on the roof, so Moriyura dared to walk out of the car so directly.

However, the two of them would not let themselves be defenselessly exposed to the muzzle of the hidden enemy. Most of Moriyura's body was blocked by the car body, while Morofushi Kagemitsu opened the back compartment of the car and pretended to be looking for repair tools. .

The three people hiding behind the door of the abandoned food processing factory looked hesitantly in the direction where the car broke down.

A white man with a thief's eyebrows asked: "They don't look like a good person ... What is our vote?"

Moriyura's pistol was not equipped with a silencer, and the driver's blood and brains that were all over the glass could be seen at a glance without getting too close. The boy who had been prepared to rob the road was immediately frightened and did not follow the plan for a long time. rush out.

The boss with big shoulders and round waist at the front had already collected the money and could only grit his teeth and nod: "They can't leave anyway. They won't be able to stay outside for a long time due to the current weather. When they can't stop the car from coming this way, we will find a way to do it."

The taciturn mixed-race woman on the side shrank inside, trying to reduce her presence.

These three people are well-known American specialties and serial killers that are very common in movies and TV series. They rely on the goal of intercepting vehicles to choose to kill.

If there are few people on the other side, a few people usually attack directly. If there are many people, let a woman with low threat pretend to be the victim's companion, lower their vigilance, and sneak attack secretly while the other party is not paying attention.

(End of this chapter)