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Chapter 848 Undercurrent (4000)

The sharp bullet spun rapidly and cut through the air, then penetrated into the man's head in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, on the podium, the middle-aged man who was talking suddenly had blood splattered on his forehead, and he fell to the ground.

A moment later, the bodyguard in a black suit pulled out a firearm, and immediately after, the crowd began to scream, and the crowd began to flee in all directions crazily.

Seeing the beginning of chaos, the next moment, accompanied by the mechanical sound of "clicking", all the pictures disappeared in an instant, revealing the cold walls around them.

It turns out that this vivid scene is just a false environment created by high-end technological means.

The purpose of such a place is naturally to hone people's sniper skills.

Of course, high-tech equipment like this is not something that ordinary organizations can possess.

Generally speaking, only state agencies can possess such high-tech training facilities.

Of course, there are not exceptions.

For example, the mysterious black organization that seems to be pursuing immortality.

"Five hundred yards, pass."

On the high platform, Chianti, who had a swallowtail butterfly pattern on his left eye, raised his sniper rifle happily, then looked at the man wearing a peaked cap on the high platform and smiled: "It's your turn next."

Cohen did not respond, but silently raised his sniper rifle.

The next moment, the huge and light-controlled mechanical sound of the training ground sounded again, and the next moment the environment changed again.

The high platform Cohen was standing on rose up, and the cold wall in front of him instantly turned into a lake filled with white mist, which looked like a fairyland from a distance.

And on this beautiful lake, a small boat was parked quietly in the center of the lake.

In the scope, Kevin, a middle-aged man who had died before, reappeared, sitting alone on a boat fishing.

Under the sight, the green value "500yd" that represents the distance is flashing.

Obviously, this distance is further than the previous Chianti.

Although it is only a short fifty yards, for snipers of their level, this distance is extremely important.

It determines the level of a sniper and represents the distance between life and death.

Just imagine, if two snipers are hostile to each other, one can only hit 500 yards, but the other can hit 550 yards.

Excluding casual marksmanship and extraordinary performance between the two, naturally the latter with a longer range has a greater chance of survival.

There was almost no big movement after the trigger was pulled, and the bullet penetrated into Kevin's head the next moment, and the remaining force drove the body into the lake.

The screen disappeared, and Chianti put down the telescope in his hand and said with a smile, "It's really yours."

At this moment, the sound of footsteps on the cold ground gradually became clearer.

Because the upper exit was diagonally opposite the two of them, they naturally saw Gin walking towards him with vodka, and quietly looked at the two of them who were practicing.

However, the other party did not speak, and Chianti did not speak first. She picked up the sniper rifle on the ground and set it up.

The nearby machine picked up Chianti's attitude and started working again.

The next moment, the picture turned into a night view of the city again.

There is a breeze blowing on the high platform. This is the machine simulating the wind speed in the high altitude to affect the sniper's judgment.

This time, the target is sitting on the train. Looking at the scene in front, he plans to stop at the platform in front.

The afterimage of the train that kept passing through the scope gradually became clearer, and finally it reached the platform.

Kevin, who was sitting in his seat reading a book, appeared on the scope again, and this time the distance displayed at the bottom of the scope was 600 yards.

The next moment, the car window in front of Kevin showed a dense spider web shape, and the unlucky man was killed again.

"Six hundred yards, pass." Chianti looked at Cohen with a proud smile: "They say Kevin Brown died three times."

"Not bad." Vodka praised Chianti as he watched Chianti easily hit the 600-yard target.

Gin who was on the side did not speak in agreement, but just looked down quietly.

"It's four times." After Chianti finished speaking, Cohen raised his sniper rifle, and the projection equipment below reappeared.

This time, it was the venue of a rugby match. As for Kevin, who appeared again, it was in the VIP room of the rugby stadium.

Cohen held his breath and concentrated, raising his concentration to the highest level.
  The next moment the trigger was pulled, the bullet cut through the air, shattered the glass of the VIP room, deflected off Kevin's head, and finally made a hole in the chair on the left side of him.

Obviously, Cohen missed this time. The extra fifty yards were like an invisible giant, blocking him in front of him, making him unable to break through this restriction.

"Hahaha…"

Seeing Cohen miss, Chianti seemed very happy. She picked up the gun and said with a smile: "As long as I can hit the target, I win."

Kevin, who was watching the game intently, appeared in the scope. Chianti shook the trigger with confidence, but the next moment the popcorn bucket in his opponent's hand fell directly to the ground.

When Chianti saw this, she gritted her teeth and showed a look of unwillingness. She was obviously very unhappy that she didn't hit the target.

"It seems that six hundred yards is the limit." Vodka commented after seeing the scene in front of him.

"That's it." Gin said, then turned around and walked away.

"Gin! Wait a minute, do it again!" Chianti shouted unwillingly.

"It's not necessary." Gin stopped and said calmly without looking at Chianti's ugly face: "The target this time is only two to three hundred yards away."

"Huh? So?" Chianti looked happy.

"Chianti, Cohen..." Gin turned his head and looked at the two of them, his eyes full of coldness: "It's time to work."

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  Because he went to bed very early yesterday, Tang Ze woke up unexpectedly early.

But the already cold bed beside him already showed the fact that the person next to him got up earlier than him.

Karasawa sighed and looked at the time. It was only about 6:20, and Ayako had already left for work. Obviously, the workload recently was a bit heavy.

Naturally, there would be no breakfast waiting for him on the dining table.

After thinking about it, Karasawa drove to a convenience store and bought two loaves of bread for breakfast, and then went straight to the office of "Kesouyan".

Arriving at the office of "Kesouyan", Karasawa put two pieces of bread heated in the microwave aside and started to brew black tea. Yes, they have a microwave here. After all, it’s normal for them to work overtime in a place like this, so it’s better to have something hot to eat.

In fact, after planning, the next step is to build a canteen, but unfortunately the current environment does not allow it, so we can only buy a few microwave ovens for everyone to use.

Because we had just solved a difficult case, today was a calm day.

After Tangze made himself a pot of black tea, he turned on the TV in the office and passed the time while eating breakfast and watching TV.

Yes, there is a TV in his office. Of course, this is not to make it easier for him to fish at work, but to make it easier for him to watch various news.

After all, in a place like a state agency, they are also in charge of the "Science Search and Research", so there may be news related to them.

And although Tang Ze doesn't watch many movies and TV shows, he still pays attention to the news. After all, this is Ke Xue's world. You never know what news around you will become an important clue to the case.

Even if it is just entertainment gossip or scandal between celebrities, it may become an important key.

Therefore, Tangze still needs to keep up with current affairs and supplement news such as miscellaneous news. Otherwise, he may be unable to straighten out a certain case and miss the opportunity to discover the truth slowly.

This little bit of time may not matter in other places, but in this case it may be able to prevent a life.

Even to put it mildly, there is a chance that Conan will take the lead.

At that time, the other party will laugh at themselves for being old-fashioned and failing to follow the trend of the times.

Tangze didn't want to be taught by the other party and should keep up with current events.

He had no doubt that once he could defeat him, Conan would definitely not let go of this opportunity to ridicule and hurt his heart.

The TV was turned on and the channel was quickly tuned to the morning news.

But following the voice of the female anchor, the latest news came from the TV.

The impact of the financial crisis continues, with many companies going bankrupt and layoffs making people feel a little heavy.

Tangze even saw a series of measures taken by his company in recent times.

The news put two contrasting news together to compare, obviously to inject confidence into the public and let everyone see that not only companies are bankrupt, but also companies are taking this opportunity to develop vigorously.

Although it is just a kind of implicit guidance, I have to say that this trick is very useful. People will subconsciously think that those who go bankrupt are unreliable, while high-quality companies will accept a large number of talents, which can be regarded as giving a little bit to many people. An illusory sense of security.

Of course Tang Ze is happy to see this, after all, this wave of publicity is free.

Time passed unknowingly, and when the morning news came to an end, Tangze picked up the remote control and adjusted it, wanting to see if there were any other different news on other channels.

After all, it's still early, it's just seven o'clock, and some radio stations only start broadcasting news at this time.

But unexpectedly, when he switched the channel to the Japanese radio station, he finally saw two familiar figures on the program, causing him to stop what he was doing unconsciously.

On the TV, Yoko Okino, who is wearing a white apron, is busy in front of the stove, while a middle-aged man with two mustaches on the side is looking forward to it with an impatient look.

The look on Okino Yoko's face as she cooked made it hard to tell whether it was the food he cooked at Chuiyan Entrepreneurship Breeding or her own.

There is no surprise. The only one who can make such a "Pig Brother" look on TV is probably Kogoro Mori.

Although Karasawa doesn't often watch entertainment variety shows, Okino Yoko is a star in Ke Xue's world after all, and she is also an acquaintance of him. Naturally, he is a little more familiar with her than other stars.

And he also knows that the program he is currently on is a morning program "Good Morning 7 O'clock" that is centered on entrepreneurship and entrepreneurship.

This program is quite famous. Chiba even recorded every episode. When Karasawa and the others arrested Chiba's friend, Karasawa was also impressed by this program.

In one sentence, it is a morning show like "Yoko Okino's Four-Minute Kitchen".

But today is more special than before, it will be broadcast in the form of live broadcast.

Although in Karasawa's eyes, Mouri Kogoro was completely coveting his opponent's body, but seeing the way he was devouring Okino Yoko's special flavored ramen, anyone would think that he was coveting this bowl of ramen.

After all, it's the ramen made by your favorite female celebrity, so it's normal to flock to it.

But I have to say that Mouri Kogoro's character is really suitable for TV variety shows.

In the poet's impression, he is a wise and calm "Sleeping Kogoro" when he encounters a case. However, in variety shows, the other party often has no airs and will "deliberately" make some embarrassing jokes to make people laugh.

This sense of contrast is also one of the reasons why Mouri Kogoro is so popular.

Of course Tang Ze knew that the other party was just "showing his true feelings".

But this is not the point. What worries Karasawa is that Kogoro Mouri is actually on TV again.

For Tang Ze, this is not a good thing.

Because judging by Ke Xue's Law, whenever Mouri Kogoro went to the TV station, there were few times when he finished recording the program safely.

Either the host of the recording program killed someone, or someone in the recording hall was killed. Sometimes even his childhood celebrity friend became a murderer.

After thinking for a while, Tangze took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Conan, asking him what he was doing at the moment and trying to find out the other person's whereabouts.

It wouldn't be a problem if only Mouri Kogoro were to record the show. After all, the main Shinigami is Conan.

If he hadn't gone, the show would have been stable.

After all, if a murder really occurs, without Conan present, Mouri Kogoro, who is just a tool man, will not be of much use.

At the same time, in the studio of Rimai Radio.

Ran and Conan were watching from the outside of the shooting watching Kogoro Mori eating ramen.

"We are so lucky. Today, Sunday, my father received a camping invitation from "Good Morning at 7 o'clock", and we were able to see the live broadcast."

Conan, who was standing next to Xiaolan, nodded when he heard this. Just as he was about to say something, his stomach suddenly growled, and he couldn't help but look panicked.

"I forgot, we haven't had breakfast yet." Xiaolan naturally heard the movement around her and couldn't help but smiled and said, "What should we eat later?"

"If you don't mind, would you like to go to the TV station's restaurant with me for breakfast?" Okino Yoko, who had finished recording the show, heard Xiaolan's words and walked over with a smile and extended an invitation.

"Okay, okay!" Mouri Kogoro nodded and agreed.

"Then please go over and wait for me. I would like to introduce a friend to Mr. Mori." Seeing that the three of them agreed, Okino Yoko took out his mobile phone and pressed the number on the keyboard.

The next moment, when he heard the familiar melody from the keyboard, Conan was stunned on the spot.

(End of this chapter)