Daily Life at Conan Undercover Distillery

The people behind are about to catch up.

Belmod clutched his injured arm, hid behind a wall, stuck his head out to observe, and already faintly saw a few tall men.

This is a retired soldier hired by Inoue Ita. Most of them are white. They have been on the battlefield and have done Italian artillery. They are very powerful.

You can't hit hard.

She took a deep breath, her pupils shrunk slightly because of her nervousness, and she quickly looked around. There was a conference room on the left. She could hide, but hiding in was not a long-term solution, because these bodyguards would break in at any time.

There is an elevator next to the conference room. After the explosion, it is difficult to say whether it can be used again.

After measuring for a while, Belmod gritted his teeth, twisted the door handle of the nearest room lightly, opened a crack in the door, and carefully checked the situation with one eye.

The lights were not turned on in the room, and there was a glass window on the outside. Before Belmod could see the structure of the room, suddenly, from behind, a pair of hands silently covered her mouth.

"do not move."

It's a man's voice, pure American English.

Belmod's back was against the man's chest, and he was imprisoned in an extremely small space, froze all over. Before she could think about it, she subconsciously let go of her right hand covering the wound and wanted to draw a gun, but this man was one step faster than her.

Jiang Yizhi touched her body without any emotion, and soon he felt the hard thing, grabbed the handle of the gun, and turned it around with one hand. on her temples.

He lowered his voice and said impatiently, "Don't move, don't you understand?"

Jiang Yizhi surfed the Internet in his previous life, and learned a little pseudo-voice skills. Although he couldn't be masculine or feminine, he would still be able to change his voice a little.

Coupled with the lowb-level disguise technique blessed by the system, the two lowb skills are combined into one, although it is still lowb, it must be enough to deceive ordinary people.

—But the one standing in front of him is the lover of the mysterious boss of the Black Organization, the top American star, one of the apprentices of the magician Kuroba Rouichi, a close friend of Fujimine Yukiko, and the godmother whose silver bullet penetrated the top of the winery. Disguise master Belmod.

Just in case, Jiang Yizhi wanted to give her some psychological hints.

When people are in a state of fright, some details will be blurred, and memory will be blank.

Thanks to the free gift package given by the system, his gun skills have changed from advanced to proficient. In the world of Conan, he can skateboard and chase cars, and the ballistics are straight and curved, which is also considered a good level.

In the words of the system skill description, "In terms of sniping, you can wrestle with Shuichi Akai."

When the system said this, Jiang Yizhi listened to it for the time being.

And gun proficiency is far more than the category of long-range sniping, including gun assembly, rifle proficiency, close-range shooting and other messy skill points.

It's all full at once.

In the age of hot weapons, it is a particularly affordable and durable skill.

Wasn't Belmod bluffed?

Belmod's expression did not change, but her slightly disordered breathing revealed her inner unease. After a moment of silence, she chose to temporarily give up resistance.

Neither of them spoke, holding their breaths. In the quiet and empty space, only the sound of rustling footsteps could be heard.

Friction and friction are the steps of the devil.

Someone is coming.

Belmod couldn't help reminding: "There are four of them."

She originally planned to hide for a while, and then simply treat the wound. After calculating the time, it was almost time for Jinjiu and the others to come down. Unexpectedly, they were suddenly hijacked, so they could only stand outside the conference room door without any protection.

In this case, even if he is not killed now, he is not far from death.

Jiang Yizhi: "Yes."

Belmod was stunned for a moment.

After living so long, who can tell her what "um" means?

No, big brother, are you just standing there as a target for nothing? You move anyway, I think you have worked hard.

From the outside of the Inoue Building, the explosion inside seemed to be serious, but after all, time was short, so it would be good to arrange the bomb. The thunder was loud, the rain was light, and it looked thrilling, but it didn't actually hurt much of the real work.

To put it in a vulgar way, that lump looks hard, but it is actually soft, and it is not useful.

The smoke came down from the upstairs, first circling on the ceiling, stopped for a while, then slowly pushed towards the ground, the alarm buzzed.

Jiang Yizhi gave a low smile: "Miss Wynyard, I have long admired your name, I have always admired you, you said, if I hand you over—"

Belmod's pupils shrank suddenly, and he opened his mouth uncontrollably: "You..."

Her current image is Miss Reiko Inoue's secretary. She originally thought it was Inoue's fault, but she didn't expect that it was her own house that collapsed.

Who is this person?

Why do you know that she has become Reiko?

What is the purpose?

Drums with heavy hammers.

If you want to hit the drums vigorously without breaking the drum, you can't take it slow, you have to hit the drum vigorously at the beginning.

In the world of the **** of death, one and two have two faces. What is a more deterrent method than exposing people's trumpets?

Jiang Yizhi interrupted impatiently: "Ma'am, although I have to admit that thinking makes one improve, at the same time, you can take the occasion into consideration."

As soon as the voice fell, a gunshot rang out.

Jiang Yizhi fired with his left hand.

Belmod's body was stiff, and he looked into the distance in horror. The toolman, Bodyguard A, who came first, shouted "Ow" and was hit in his right arm. His hand twitched a few times, and it was painful. Breathe in cool air.

With one shot, the hand is almost useless.

In the smoke of the fire, it was not easy to take a breath, and farsightedness was even worse. Jiang Yizhi didn't get a single shot in the head. One was a bodyguard with a helmet and bulletproof vest. He was fully equipped, so he wouldn't kill him if he was shot. He could still gasp twice.

there's still one…

He didn't hesitate to shoot Belmod on the outside of his left leg. It wasn't fatal, but he couldn't stand up in a short time. If he didn't deal with it, there might be sequelae.

One shot to the right arm and one shot to the left leg, quite symmetrical.

Belmod snorted, and quickly realized that he was free. He leaned against the wall and moved slowly, not caring about the problem of showing or not showing. He sat on the ground and struggled to support his injured leg, sweating on his head. .

The beauty is injured, even if she is completely embarrassed, she is still a beauty.

The system was stunned.

It stuck out a head, thought carefully, observed carefully, and couldn't help but reminded: [I asked you to save Belmod, not to kill her. 】

Jiang Yizhi said, "I can't die."

Gin was upstairs, and two gunshots were enough to alert him.

Comrade Absinthe is different from other wines. People are not born from grass roots, and if they die, they will die. She has a background.