Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 37 Chapter 44 ([-]k) Our black organization is all evil

In a certain shopping mall, Conan left a men's underwear counter dejectedly.

Then he suddenly noticed that the people in the mall were all raising their heads and talking about the TV.

Conan raised his head and found that the picture on the TV was a figure with long silver hair that made him dream.

Qin Qin Qin... gin?No, obviously Martin.

On the premise of knowing that Martin is Gin today, the cognitive distortion of superpowers will no longer take effect on Conan.

So Martin's job is to be on TV?Conan sighed with a complicated expression: Finally, it's the turn of the Black Organization, or Gin Jiu's turn to experience high blood pressure.

……

The man on the TV sat in front of the broadcasting table, and took out a stack of manuscripts from his arms, stood up and knocked on the table to tidy up, and then laid it flat on the table.

Then he looked up at the camera in front of him: "Hello, all viewers across the country. It's a great honor to meet you all. Today's noon news, let me break in an important news for you."

Then his expression became horrified: "In addition, in order to ensure the normal progress of the live broadcast, I hid three bombs at the Mihua station, and they were all very large bombs, so the TV station and the police should carefully consider whether to cut off the live broadcast."

"Very well, now we can get to the point, let me introduce myself first, as you can see, I am a very vicious and very, very cruel evil party, I come from a very evil organization, where my code name is It's gin. Today I will give you a detailed introduction to our black organization."

Rena Mizumu: Six.

"How evil is our organization - every single member of our organization throws away a plastic bottle without removing the cap!"

(Bottle caps, labels, and bottles are made of different materials, and they need to be separated when recycling. But not everyone except elementary school students will abide by this.)

Conan heard a snort from the person watching TV next to him.

Moreover, Conan clearly remembered that Martin only knew about this matter when he was reminded by Xiao Lan on the day he turned into a dog.

The man in black in the camera didn't seem to know how ridiculous what he said, but he still said seriously: "Also, everyone in the black organization was late for school at least once! Except for vodka, he never went to school!"

"We never flush after shitting in public toilets!"

This is really evil.

The man continued to brag confidently and triumphantly:

"It's just something each of us has done, and once we are united, the big crimes committed will make you dumbfounded!"

"We once sent two teams. The first team distributed lollipops to the children after school at the gates of each kindergarten, and then the second team snatched them back!"

"We went out and painted all the park benches, but no 'wet paint' signs!"

"The defense minister's toilet is blocked, we did it! The agriculture minister's dog is bald, we shaved it! The land minister's roof is leaking, we chiseled it!"

"The prime minister's wife's lace panties were stolen!" Man

He slammed the table hard, pointed his thumb at his chest with his other hand, and said in a very proud tone: "I personally led the team!"

……

"Big brother! Big brother! Big brother! Big brother is not good!" Vodka rushed in in a panic and shouted.

Gin glared at him: "I'm fine! What does it look like so rough!"

However, Vodka still said: "Brother, you are really bad!" He kept pointing to the door: "Come and see!"

Gin followed Vodka with a grimace, and then saw himself on the TV.

Um?When did I get on TV?

Gin thought it was a rerun of the show when it was, and then tried to remember when he was on TV, until he saw the live sign in the upper right corner of the TV screen.

"what is this?"

"Lunchtime news..." Vodka replied honestly: "Brother...have you learned the avatar technique?"

Gin was also thinking about this question. He sat on the sofa and stared at himself on the TV screen seriously.

……

The man on the TV turned over a page of the manuscript in his hand: "Now do you know? Our black organization is a very evil, very terrifying, criminal organization that commits all kinds of crimes, and both humans and gods are angry. The espionage organizations of countries all over the world, the public security , FBI, CIA, MI6, KGB, Stasi, Mossad, and Chaoyang people are all investigating our organization in black and stuffing undercover agents into our organization one after another, but none of these people can even think about investigating The core secret of our organization."

"Now some people must be wondering, since our organization is so mysterious, why should I stand up and make this public?"

"I joined the organization for money at the beginning. I was attracted by a high salary of [-] yen a day, and a travel allowance of [-] yen for business trips. Soon I was addicted to the happiness that money brought me , You can buy two bottles of soda, and you can use soap to wash your face."

"But after the happiness gradually dissipated, I often thought that what money sometimes brings to people is not happiness, but troubles and disasters. Throughout life, what tortures us is not necessarily poverty, but various greed. Indulging in material pursuits will produce greed for wealth and fame, and for this endless pursuit of life, people will become monsters with insatiable desires..."

"That is to say, I quit! I don't have that kind of worldly desire!" The man in the picture is like Avalokitesvara with low eyebrows and kind eyes, who has fully realized the Tathagata Buddha: "After finishing this speech, I will surrender to the police and pay for my crimes. Responsible for all crimes."

However, the painting style changed suddenly in the next second, he raised his hand suddenly, and fired a shot towards the door.

"I haven't finished my words yet, can the police officers outside the door please be patient? The bomb at Mihua Station will not explode yet, you can wait a little longer." With a cold and murderous face, the muzzle of the gun fluttered. Qingyan, let everyone who regards him as a comedian realize that it may not be true whether he is a villain or not, but the gun is real.

At this time, there was the sound of the phone ringing.

In order to prevent interference with the recording of the program, whether the host or the staff, if they have mobile phones placed outside and have not been brought in, the only possibility is

The only one carrying a mobile phone was the robber.

Martin took out the big brother from his arms: "Hey, I'm Gin!"

"I saw more than a dozen police cars driving towards the TV station. They are the cars of the police mobile team. Can you do it there?" Conan reminded in a low voice. I got in by myself.

In front of the camera, Martin said loudly: "FBI?...No way! Do you know how much the CIA gave me? Two thousand yen! Two thousand yen! Enough for me to lie down for three days without working!"

"...What? You pay double? I...I... tell me a location!...Okay, I'll be there on time, remember to call two tender models!"

Mizumu Renai: Should I report this to my superiors immediately and add money to the gin?

After putting down the phone, just when everyone thought that this man would break through the blockade and escape here, he turned another page of the manuscript on the table in front of him.

"Next, I will read aloud a love poem written by a fan to Miss Belmode. The contributor is Gin Wine, and that's me."

"I really want to be Miss Belmode's dog.

But Miss Belmode said she liked cats, and I cried.

I know why I cry when I'm neither a dog nor a cat.Because I'm actually a mouse.

I never expected Miss Belmode to like me.I understand that everyone likes a cute dog or cat, but no one likes a damp and sick mouse.

But I still asked Miss Belmode: 'Can I be your dog?'

I know I'm doomed not to be a dog.But if she likes dogs, I can always watch her by my side, even if she always holds dogs in her arms.

But she said she likes cats..."

……

Gin looked at the TV with a livid face. After a rigorous reasoning and argumentation, he finally determined that the person on the TV should not be himself.

The next step is to think about who is messing with him. No matter the face and voice can imitate him perfectly, there is only one person that Qin Jiu knows.

Just when "Gin" on TV began to read "I really want to be Miss Belmode's dog", Gin picked up his mobile phone and tried to dial Belmode's number.

The line is busy.

Wait a while and dial again.

"Do you want to die?" "Are you crazy?" Two simultaneous voices walked towards each other in the ocean of electromagnetic waves.

Watching "Ginjiu" who was still reciting poems on TV, the two understood: "Isn't that you?" "Didn't you do it?"

Belmode, who also suffered from cognitive distortion, realized that it was not because Gin got mad, but because someone messed him up.

"Pfft...puhhaha..." Belmode couldn't hold back and laughed.

Gin had a cold face and didn't answer.

Then the two of them thought separately, who else besides Belmode had the ability and motivation to make so much gin.

The phone was on the side, and did not hang up.

After Martin finished reading this love poem full of serious illness, the people in front of the TV and in the live broadcast room all looked like "old people with subway phones", although they didn't have smart phones.

"Gin." Bellmode's teasing voice came from the phone again: "Tell me honestly, you really don't have any feelings in your heart."

Do you have this idea? "

"If you want to dream, it's still too early." Qin Jiu reminded.

In the live broadcast room, Martin turned to the next page: "Next, read the letters written by enthusiastic fans to Ms. Shirley. As you can guess, the contributors are still Gin."

"Ah—Shirley! Light of my life, fire of desire, my sin, my soul, ah—Shirley!"

……

Belmode's ridicule sounded in his ears again: "I can't tell, our Mr. Gin is still a passionate seed..."

Ba, Gin hung up the phone.

Not long after hanging up, another call came. Gin was not in the mood to answer it, but if other members of the organization, especially "that gentleman" also thought that the clown on TV was really him, then he It's troublesome.

Coincidentally, or unfortunately, Martin's cell phone rang at this time, and he and Gin picked up the phone that had just been placed on the table at almost the same time.

"Martin, is that you on TV?" Dr. Ali's worried voice came.

On the other side, a voice distorted by a voice changer reached Gin Jiu's ears: "【Gin Jiu, have you really decided to betray the organization yet?"

This voice is... rum.

Just as Qin Jiu was about to speak, he saw that the person on the TV had already spoken: "Can you control it? Fat boy!"

"Fat, fat boy?" Dr. A Li was hit violently on the spot.

"[Is Fat Boy talking about me?]" Rum asked.

Could it be that Rum turned on the speakerphone, and couldn't tell whether the voice was coming from the TV or the phone?Gin thought then.However, because of this thought, Gin couldn't immediately respond to Rum.

"Do you have a problem? Big bald! Go blind!" Martin had already shouted into the phone on the TV: "Shit, Rum!"

Gin immediately went numb: "Wait a minute, the one on TV..."

"[You have great courage, Gin, then, good luck to you...]" However, Rum had already hung up the phone.

Martin also put down the phone by coincidence, and continued to face the camera: "Because of the enthusiasm of netizens, our special program took too long. I'm sorry to delay everyone's time. The director just reminded me, We've already had three ads wrong."

"In order to let the police officers and gentlemen outside the door continue to be patient, let's do the first lottery now, about the position of the largest bomb among the three bombs I installed in the Mihua Station-I put it in the waiting hall Seat, under the third one in the sixth row."

As he said that, the manuscript in Martin's hand turned to the last page: "The last thing is to announce a missing person notice."