Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

"Hiro Aso, Kyousuke Imatori"

Sakaki held two file folders, which clearly contained information about the personnel deployed by the black organization within the Kamishin Group.

Not only the home address and contact information, but also some personal information are written in great detail.

For example, their resume.

Aso Hiroki, 32 years old, 172cm, has been in the new group for five years. He is currently working under Shinichiro Akutsu as a member of the team, following Wakazu at Pier 14 to assist Dojima Kiyoshi.

He once planned two bombings and an underground transaction, and successfully obtained a large amount of intelligence for the black organization.

Kyousuke Imatori, 35 years old, 175cm, has been in the Kamishingumi for 10 years. He is the Wakatou assistant next to Fujiwara Daizu. Although he has access to Fujiwara Daizu, he is only responsible for part of the underground casino business and cannot follow him around.

He is also the one who hides the most. He has no glorious record, but he has climbed to the position of Wakatou's assistant based on his qualifications.

Among the Wakazu assistants, he has a high prestige and has a good chance of taking over Daizu Fujiwara's position.

"Is it just these two people?"

Sakaki asked as he watched.

"Although the new group is not monolithic, it is not easy to penetrate."

Gin held a cigarette in his mouth and said noncommittally:

"When they recruit new people, they usually select and train high school students who have dropped out of school. This ensures loyalty and makes it difficult for our manpower to penetrate."

Sakaki understood.

In short, it is xenophobic.

The Japanese have very serious xenophobia. Even if everyone is in Tokyo, as long as they are not in the same district, the two sides will dislike each other.

More seriously, the same applies to different schools.

It must have taken a lot of effort for Aso Hiroki and Imatori Kyousuke to penetrate into the new team.

"That's enough."

Closing the file folder, Sakaki stubbed out his cigarette butt with a serious expression:

"Just the two of them."

"I will recommend them to Gao Shanyue."

Gin nodded:

"Then I'll leave this to you."

"For the task of keeping an eye on Hirota Masami, you can apply for a substitution."

When Sakaki Cheng heard this, was this really a big deal?

Isn't it that he is busy here and there just to protect the Miyano sisters?

You can’t pick up the sesame seeds and throw away the watermelon!

"No, I can do both tasks at the same time."

Sakaki said with a tight face:

"I needed to use my bank job to cover myself."

Gin did not refuse. For him, the current situation in the organization was not optimistic.

The main player hides and doesn't show up. He is the only one who maintains order and is also responsible for catching the mole. Who knows how many brain cells are lost every day.

The task of guarding Hirota Masami must be someone he can trust.

However, it is someone who can make Gin believe.

Very few.

In other words, he doesn't trust anyone except the boss.

"Akutsu wants to take action against you, and the organization will send people to protect your home."

Gin's eyes revealed the meaning of thought:

"However, in normal times, the organization can't help you much."

"You hold this gun."

A black equipment box about the size of a human head was placed on the table.

Sakaki opened it and found a handful inside.

MK23 combat pistol.

This is a semi-automatic pistol designed and produced by Heckler \u0026 Koch in 1991. It is competition grade and can be equipped with a silencer and a LAM laser designator.

It uses .45ACP high-pressure bullets with a caliber of 11.43x23mm. It can carry subsonic bullets. It has a magazine capacity of 12 rounds and a hexagonal barrel. It is an offensive pistol.

In the combat box, whether it is a laser pointer or a silencer, they are all available.

Gin also thoughtfully considered the situation where subsonic bullets were needed, and equipped him with fifty rounds of bullets each.

Looking at the brand new MK23 in the box, Sakaki was a little surprised.

This is

Got him a pistol?

What to do if you feel inexplicably moved.

No, no, no

Sakaki shook his head.

Don't be fooled by sugar-coated bullets!

He closed the box, lifted it up seriously, and said:

"Thank you, boss."

"Are there any shock bombs or anything?"

"I'll use it for self-defense."

Gin winked at Vodka, and Vodka stood up with understanding, walked to the brown-green long box in the corner, and opened the lid:

"Pick your own."

Sakaki took a closer look and his cheeks twitched.

Good guy.

L42 Enfield sniper rifle, M84 shock bomb, MKⅡ hand grenade

Lethal equipment filled the long crates.

The name of the black organization in Sakaki's mind has officially evolved from an arsenal to a military factory.

As expected, he is no ordinary person.

Vodka glanced at Sakaki proudly and said grandly:

"Get whatever you need."

"You are welcome."

After Sakaki finished listening, he silently picked up the long backpack in the corner, and stuffed the L42 Enfield sniper rifle into it with Vodka's stiff smile.

By the way, I also picked up a few projectiles.

Gin Vodka: "."

"Can you use it?"

Sakaki Cheng smiled:

"You can't learn it!"

joke!

Could he not?

In the 800m accuracy test, he was a sharpshooter who defended the championship three times with ten shots and one hundred rings.

Even on a moving target a thousand meters away, his hit rate reached over 90%.

After putting on his backpack, Sakaki left excitedly.

Leaving behind Vodka, who was confused.

Vodka actually wanted to stop him, but

he had already said something big, so he was too embarrassed to go back on his word.

Who the hell would have thought that Makoto Sakaki would really take it!

He was not polite at all.

"Big brother."

Vodka turned around and said with tears in his eyes:

"The sniper rifle that Chianti wanted was taken away by this kid."

Gin laughed generously and looked at the closed electronic door with interest:

"This kid might really give us a surprise."

"Okay, don't look sad anymore."

"I'll talk to Chianti."

Makoto Sakaki walked out of the electronic door with his bag on his back and ran into Nobuo Yoshino.

"Yoshino."

Nobuo Yoshino looked back and was very surprised:

"Old. Big brother Makoto Sakaki!"

Nobuo Yoshino wanted to rush up, but when he remembered the difference in status between the two sides, he stopped awkwardly.

Makoto Sakaki took the initiative to step forward and patted his shoulder, smiling:

"You're welcome."

"By the way, is Director Miyano in the institute?"

Nobuo Yoshino said with a silly smile:

"Big Sister Shirley, right? She's not here."

When he heard that she wasn't here, Makoto Sakaki frowned:

"Not here?"

"Where did she go?"

"Brother, you don't know."

Nobuo Yoshino pulled Makoto Sakaki to the four corners of the surveillance, looked around, and whispered:

"The institute was raided by the police yesterday. Boss Qin asked all research to be suspended. I don't know where those researchers were taken."

Makoto Sakaki's heart "clicked".

This is not good news.

He quickly said goodbye to Nobuo Yoshino, ran out of the door, took out his mobile phone and called Shiho Miyano.

Beep.

The call was connected.

"Where were you taken?"

No time to greet, Makoto Sakaki asked directly.

There was silence on the other end of the line, and then Miyano Shiho's voice came:

"Wow, that's rare."

"You, a gangster boss, are actually worried about me?"