Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 710 Look at the new weapons and ask for a monthly ticket o(〃\'▽\'〃)o

  The vodka froze behind his back, feeling that Uzo’s words meant something.

If I remember correctly, a few days ago, when he was on vacation himself, he unfortunately ran into Uzzo's small serial murder studio, and even confronted Bourbon with guns. Shoot the gun away.

  Vodka: "..." Hiss, now that I look back on it, I realize that I walked beside the Styx - I almost fell for it, but fortunately I had enough food. Otherwise, if the two of them fight inextricably and evenly... At that time, even if Bourbon is concerned that his vodka is a cadre and doesn't want to kill him directly, the situation will be difficult to keep.

At that time, if Bourbon is dead, Uzzo's small goal of "killing Bourbon" has been achieved, and if Bourbon is not dead, he will also be involved in a lot of trouble for shooting vodka, and maybe even because Faced with being arrested, but being shot and killed by the organization... Vodka shuddered quietly when he remembered the scene of his body wrapped in white cloth, and at the same time instinctively moved forward silently, moving away from Uzo.

   As soon as he secretly moved a centimeter, he listened to the back row, and someone briefly synchronized with his thoughts.

   Wuzuo continued what he just said and sighed regretfully: "Bourbon does have some strength. But in those days, whenever I have a person who can match him in terms of force..."

   Jiang Xia said, his eyes instinctively fell on the co-pilot, where the long-lost murderous spirit of the liquor license lingered.

  Although there are a lot of murderous gins in the print space, the appeal of hoarding and freshly picked goods is somewhat different. In an instant, Jiang Xia suddenly understood those who were eating from the bowl and looking at the pot.

  Gin is listening to his review experience, and he feels that the words are not right.

   looked up at the rearview mirror, and saw in the back row, Wu Zuo stared straight at his back, distracted, with a faint desire in his eyes.

  “…”

   Qin Jiu recalled Jiang Xia's wish just now - "I want someone who is evenly matched as a prop to kill Bourbon", his forehead jumped, and the muzzle pointed back: "Put your mind away."

  ... While warning, Gin subconsciously looked into his heart.

   He really didn't like seeing Bourbon, but he would never take the initiative to kill the still useful organization cadres, unless Bourbon exposed his identity, was about to be arrested, or he betrayed the organization.

   Well, clear thinking, no different from before.

  It seems that Uzo didn't use his tricks on himself...at least not in the case of Bourbon.

   Jiang Xia looked at the familiar muzzle and admired the toil of the ghosts picking murderous spirits. At the same time, in the face of Jinjiu's request, his tone was slightly surprised: "I didn't think about anything just now."

  Gin stared at him for a while, didn't see any flaws, snorted coldly, and slowly put away the gun: "You better be."

   Jiang Xia was quiet for a short while.

   and then quickly came over again, detouring to lead the topic to business:

"By the way, I picked up another 100 million yuan in Gunma County, and it's still the same, two robbers fought infighting, one killed the other, and the one who was alive died suddenly - but the number of these money seems to be tracked by the police. ."

  Gin glanced at him, and his mood improved. It seems that Wu Zuo went out this time, not all playing those boring temptations and counter-tests with Bourbon, but he still remembered something serious.

   He nodded: "The number doesn't matter, the finance will handle those problems..." So what about the money?

   Vodka wanted to continue to pretend to be dead, pretending to be a shadow that only drives.

   But he noticed that Gin glanced this way. Nowadays, such a down-to-earth thing can never let the boss lose face...

   Vodka cleared his throat and took the initiative to speak, his tone was calm and slightly oppressive: "Where's the money?"

"I can't take the 100 million in Gunma County with me, so I buried it in the ground. I'll draw you a treasure map when the time comes. As for the 100 million I picked up a week ago..." Jiang Xia moved to the window and looked out. Looking around, "It's almost there. Stop for a moment."

  The vodka instinctively slowed the car and stopped the car.

   After braking, I remembered that I was not Wuzuo's driver, so why should I listen to him.

  "..." But it stopped...

  The foot of vodka on the accelerator was about to move, and after thinking about it, he didn't dare to drive the car away again.

   He sneaked a glance at Gin.

   Seeing that Big Brother didn't seem to have any objection, Vodka and the other two people in the car looked out the window as if nothing had happened, pretending that he had not had any mental activity just now.

   "There, 100 million yen."

   Jiang Xia tapped the window twice with his fingertips, pointing to a coffee shop in the distance.

  In a demolished building, its existence is very obvious: "The southernmost window, that black natural volume - see it, it should be easy to find."

  Vodka: “…”

  Gin: "..."

   If you read it right, that's a person...

   Oh, take a closer look, next to the man in black, on the window seat, there is indeed a bulging briefcase.

  Gin hesitated for a moment, suspecting that Wuzuo had fooled a passerby to help him deliver.

  According to past experience, maybe that "passer-by" happened to be a certain mission target of the organization... But recently, he has not given Wu Zuo an assassination list. Could someone take advantage of it?

   Gin thought, and Rum's scheming face flashed in his mind. Although the second-in-command of this organization has little interaction with Uzzo, Rum's subordinate Bourbon has absolutely a lot of intersection with Uzzo. This group of intelligence elements always have a bit of a weird meaning in their actions, and Jinjiu can't help thinking about it.

   At this point, their car just went around a bridge.

   Looking down from here, as Jiang Xia said, the "black natural scroll" by the window is very easy to find. The cool-toned lights of the cafe hit the man in black, like a standing light illuminating the treasures in the center of the showcase, protruding and eye-catching.

   But seeing a person does not mean that you can see the face clearly, the distance is a little far.

  Gin raised his hand.

   Vodka understood in seconds, and respectfully handed over the telescope.

   Gin looked at the cafe and identified it carefully. Then I found out that it was a completely unfamiliar face. Not on any recent hit lists.

   was thinking about the various materials in his head, when the people in the cafe suddenly turned their heads and glanced at the bridge through the floor-to-ceiling windows, just in line with Jinjiu.

   It stands to reason that one side is sitting in a bright cafe, and the other side is sitting in a dark car in the suburbs. The man in black is reluctant to even see a car, not to mention seeing people.

   But now...

   It's hard to tell if they were actually looking at each other or just a coincidence. But Gin's body conditioned reflexively, and Beretta, who never left her body, lifted it to the window and silently aimed at it, her body was full of murderous intent.

   The brief air contact is fleeting.

   In the next second, the man in black in the cafe lowered his head and continued stirring the drink with unknown ingredients in his hand, as if he just casually looked out the window and saw nothing.

   (end of this chapter)