Daily life of a spy in the world of Conan

This truck can only be put aside for now.

Xia Chuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Frank.

result......

Even at this time, Frank still drove steadily. Even though it was a battlefield, he was able to keep his speed below 40.

If you don't hurry up, you'll be made a target again...

Or the learning time is too short.

Xia Chuan vowed to retrain Frank when he returned. At this speed, even the bulletproof car windows would be useless without anyone to cover them.

"What's up with that car over there? Tequila!"

Seeing that he could not defeat a group of FBI investigators alone, Vodka cleverly ran away. After getting some distance, he also discovered the van.

"They should be here to receive the witness protection program. Our target is only Akai Shuichi. The others are just extras, so don't worry about them."

It was just as he said, the purpose of the winery was not the FBI, nor the witness protection program, but simply to kill Shuichi Akai.

What does witnesses have to do with the winery? Shuichi Akai must die!

Conan passed by the window, wanting to observe the scene outside. In an instant, a bullet grazed his scalp and hit the wall.

He broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

There are snipers on both the east and west sides, and they are always paying attention to their side.

Judging from the inclination of the bullet hole, the shot just now came from the right side of the east. A sniper had fired in this direction before, and it was about three or four houses away from the previous shot.

Conan was so angry that his teeth were itching, and he blamed his parents.

Now that’s bad, maybe the whole family will die here.

"Don't worry, I have already notified the Metropolitan Police Department and the Public Security Bureau, and the rescue will arrive soon." Kudo Yusaku took off his mask and baron cloak and coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

Who could have imagined that instead of playing a prank on his son, he would end up being dragged into a gunfight?

What kind of force dared to engage in street fighting in the capital of Japan? He hadn't been back for a while. Has Japan reached this point? If there were no oil fields everywhere, he would have thought he had come to the Middle East.

"Mom, how could you follow Dad and do such a thing!" Conan breathed a sigh of relief, and after knowing that his safety was guaranteed, he began to scold his mother.

"I'm an actor. Acting is my profession. As a professional actor, there's no reason for me to refuse a role. Besides, your dad promised to take me to Europe for a honeymoon after the show is over."

Kudo Yukiko was also quite relaxed at this time, and had time to complain about her husband, "Yusaku is busy with his manuscripts every day, and it's so hard for him to go on a honeymoon with me, I must agree."

"Ok."

Conan was speechless and choked: "What should we do now? We can't just stand here and watch, right?"

"Let's go to the basement. At least when the bomb reaches our little house, we won't be hurt."

The family of three quickly went downstairs. Just as they were about to enter the basement, they heard the sound of a car engine coming from the door. A bright beam of light shone in through the window, illuminating the surprised expressions of the three people.

"Metropolitan Police Department or Public Security Bureau? Is Japan's efficiency so high now?" Kudo Yusaku stretched his neck to look around and saw a van.

There was gunfire and bullets flying outside, but the car actually drove steadily to the door.

and......

The truck honked twice, as if to alert them that the pick-up vehicle was coming.

Conan and Kudo Yusaku looked at each other in surprise, not knowing whether to open the door for each other.

Frank drove slowly all the way to the cabin. There were many bullet holes on the van, some from the winery sniper and some from Shuichi Akai, but the bullets only penetrated the skin and did not really penetrate.

The IRS's bulletproof car is more durable than you might think.

Frank didn't arrive late on purpose, he was just not familiar with the car and driving, so he drove slowly.

After all, when Xia Chuan taught him how to drive, he clearly told him that novices should drive slowly, and he took this to heart.

Xiachuan hid not far from the cabin. He pretended to be a winery killer shooting at Shuichi Akai to the west, and pretended to be an FBI shooting at Cohen and Chianti. He also had to shoot at his own van from time to time. He was very busy.

Because I kept shooting, my arms were a little numb from the vibration of the Desert Eagle.

There were three empty magazines on the ground, and the muzzle of the Desert Eagle in his hand had begun to heat up.

After making sure that Frank was in place and meeting the other party, Xia Chuan put away the Desert Eagle and took out the M9. At this time, he was a real drunk again.

"Vodka, where are you? I'll come over to support you!"

Because of the grenade just now, Vodka and Tequila have established a deep trust, and Vodka reported his location without hesitation.

In addition to the sound of Vodka, there were also dense gunshots in the headphones. One can imagine Vodka's situation.

It's such a mess.

Xiachuan pulled the trigger casually, fired several shots at the door of the room where Conan was, and then left.

To make the show more dramatic, we have to leave a few bullets here.

"You stay here first, I'll go take a look." As the head of the family, Kudo Yusaku hid through the window and came to the door.

Just as he walked to the door and was about to peek outside to check the situation, he heard a few bangs. Several thumb-sized holes were made in the wooden door, and Kudo Yusaku groaned twice and half-knelt on the ground.

Blood was flowing from the arms and calves.

The pampered novelist had never done any exercise except going to the gym. His body wasn't weak, but just average. The two shots made him turn pale.

But he was a man who had seen the world after all, and his son and wife were right next to him, so Kudo Yusaku gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"Dad!"

"Yusaku!"

Conan and Kudo Yukiko's faces changed drastically. They wanted to move forward, but considering that they had to pass through a window and might have been targeted by a sniper, they did not dare to move.

"Mom, don't move. I'm in the shape of a child now. It shouldn't be difficult to get over there."

Conan was as agile as a monkey and imitated Kudo Yusaku's previous movements and came to the door.

"Are you okay, dad?"

Conan almost shed tears as he looked at his father's eyes filled with worry, while he raised his head and looked out the window with hatred.

Is it them, the black organization? Just now he seemed to see a figure in black clothes flashing outside the wall.

The height and hat were very similar to the Tequila he had seen before.

"It's not a big deal, just a scratch." Kudo Yusaku gritted his teeth and looked at the wound. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he confirmed that the wound did not hurt his muscles and bones.

It’s not a big problem, I can still type!

He showed his strength as an author, shaking his arms, preparing to finish what he had just unfinished.

Yusaku Kudo leaned out of the window and saw a man getting out of the car at that moment. He was holding an MK14 assault rifle in his hand and two grenade grenades hanging around his waist were colliding with each other. He was wearing a dark blue windbreaker and five-centimeter-high combat boots, looking extremely capable.

Just at the time when he was hit, the car actually made a U-turn in front of the door, and now the carriage was facing the gate.

He remembered that before he came over, the front of the car was facing the gate, otherwise no light would come in.

Damn it, this is a gunfight scene! This guy actually had the mind to back the car into the garage.

Apart from his height, this man's attire is otherwise suitable for a special operations soldier.

"Don't look!" Kudo Yusaku pressed down Conan's head, which was about to be raised, and squatted down, with his back against the wall, thinking about how to deal with the situation.

The man was not dressed like a Metropolitan Police Department policeman, nor was he a public security policeman. He was dressed more like a mercenary.

He made a quick judgment that the other party was not the Neon police!

Is he a killer from one side of the gunfight? This outfit is too professional. He had seen it when he went to the Middle East to collect folk stories. It could be a mercenary, a killer, or a bounty hunter.

Moreover, this person did not seem to belong to either side of the gunfight. There were bullet holes on both sides of the car, which clearly showed that both sides had fired at the car. If one side was one of the truck driver's own people, both sides of the car would not have been attacked.

Judging from the direction of the gunshot just now, this person did not seem to be the one who shot himself.

strangeness......

(Seeking follow-up reading and monthly ticket)

Chapter 69 Wait, let me finish this magazine!

As the footsteps slowly approached, the expressions of Kudo Yusaku and Conan gradually became solemn.

Yusaku Kudo picked up a vase, and Conan silently raised his anesthetic needle.

Kudo Yusaku: ...

"Xiao Xin, I just broke your anesthetic needle."

Conan: ...

But fortunately, he still has foot strength-enhancing shoes.

The dial of the black Kotech technique turns, and the foot-strengthening shoes emit a rainbow special effect, storing power to the extreme. Just waiting for the moment the door opens, Conan will kick the vase in his father's hand towards the intruder!

Following the look from the father and son, Kudo Yukiko hid behind the basement door.

At this moment, the whole house was silent, just waiting for the arrival of the uninvited guests.

Boom boom boom!

"Is anyone here?"

The three people in the room felt their hearts wrench. It was the first time they saw such a polite bad guy who even knocked on the door first.

However, it is impossible for them to answer.

Conan stepped back with his right foot, accumulating strength and causing his power-enhancing shoes to begin to smoke. Kudo Yusaku raised the vase to a suitable height, waiting for the other party to enter.

"I just heard a noise, are you guys in there?"

Frank looked at the window at the door inquiringly, but there was nothing inside, and it was so quiet that it seemed as if it was still.

"I'm here to save you. If Miss Yukiko can give me five autographs, I can take you away from this place of trouble."

Still silent.

Perhaps thinking that he was asking too much, Frank spoke again, "Three is not a bad idea. I'm not the kind of person who is greedy."

Conan, Kudo Yusaku: ...

The sound of footsteps is getting closer and closer, and danger is approaching.

At this time, the excited voice of Kudo Yukiko came from the room.

"Really? You are my fan?".

At this moment, the Kudo father and son, one holding the feet and the other holding the hands, stopped their wife (mother) from opening the door.

The other party even knew their identities and said they were not here to kill them!

"Is this Ms. Yukiko? Yes, I am a member of the Yukiko support group, and I am here to save you. Don't worry, Ms. Yukiko, I promise not to take a single needle or thread. Junjun is here to ask for an autograph."

Hearing his idol's voice, Frank swayed like a noodle, his heart was pounding with emotion but he was also a little annoyed. It was a pity that his idol had been taken advantage of by a pig at such a young age. The eldest son was already seventeen years old, and the second one looked to be five or six years old.

Single-player players expressed envy and jealousy.

Conan shouted angrily: "Don't dream, we won't open the door! Come in by yourself if you can."

Conan was ready to strike, ready to give the opponent a head-on blow the moment the door opened.

Click click click.

"Hey, the door is locked."

Frank was a little anxious and didn't bother to wait for the door to open. He directly raised the assault rifle to his chest.

"Then I won't be polite. You'd better move aside."

Click~

The sound of mechanical friction and collision was heard, and Conan's face changed drastically. This was the sound of a bullet being loaded.

Da da da--

Rifle bullets exploded into the rotten wooden door. After one magazine was fired, the old wooden door was completely devastated. The entire door lost its support and collapsed inwards, raising clouds of dust.

The heat from the stove and the cold wind outside collided with each other, the white mist and dust merged, and it was so gray that nothing could be seen clearly.

This is the first time I've seen a door open this way.

Conan waved his arms vigorously and found Frank in the thick smoke. His long-charged power-enhancing shoes drew a ripple in the air.

boom--