Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 312 Vodka: Brother, did you go through the back door?
Looking at the money and not giving up, it seems that whoever takes a step forward and exposes his back will lose to Gin and Fu Jiang. Xiaolan had to follow Gin's request and walk in the front.

Fortunately, there is only one way here, and she knows which way to go.

As she walked, she looked around curiously.

The walls here are covered with various pipes, and surveillance cameras are installed every few meters on the walls, so there are no dead spots.

After walking for a few minutes, the road ahead gradually became high-tech.

Concrete walls and floors have been replaced with metal.

In front, there is a huge square metal door with a crack in the middle, and the same device as the previous automatic door beside it.

Qin Jiu stepped forward, and stuck his left palm that had already taken off his glove.

Didi, with a beep, the metal door retracted to the ceiling and ground on the upper and lower sides.

The complex of buildings inside was exposed, and this probably couldn't be called a basement.

It's like a small town hidden under Kuboto-cho. It's hard to imagine how it was built without being discovered.

"It's not like the Yamaguchi-gumi." Xiaolan narrowed her eyes.

From her perspective, it is impossible to judge the cost of this underground town, but it must not be cheaper than a world-renowned large amusement park.

It gave her a sense of the future, like being in a real sci-fi movie.

"You think it's the Yamaguchi-gumi, and it's the Yamaguchi-gumi." Fu Jiang hooked the corner of his mouth, "Or, do you still have an impression of the term 'men in black with top hat'?"

"The man in black with a top hat?" Xiaolan looked at the outfits of Fu Jiang and the others, and then at the black clothes on her body, "So that's how it is."

It seems that she had a memory, and unknowingly joined a secret organization with amazing financial resources and technology, and mistakenly thought it was the Yamaguchi-gumi.

Although I don't know what the Yamaguchi-gumi is like, Xiaolan believes that there is no comparison between the two in other aspects except the number of people.

The four of them boarded the elevator in front of them. Through the transparent glass, Xiaolan could see the specific appearance of each building below.

Suddenly her pupils shrank, and she pointed to the direction she was facing, "Where is the shooting range?"

"Yes." Qin Jiu replied after taking a look.

"It's really extravagant." Xiaolan couldn't help sighing.

If it wasn't for the projection on the screen, she guessed that someone was practicing shooting, otherwise she wouldn't think it was a shooting range.

Fu Jiang was also amazed in his heart. Although his expression was stiffer than that of a dead man, his mind was still active.

The shooting range alone is bigger than a football field.

Could it be that when members of the organization practice marksmanship, they have to shoot moving targets that move at such a large speed at such a large area?
He does know that screen, and there is one in the basement of his house, and it will become a virtual game facility after being affected by the "Mansion of Lost Souls".

During the descent of the elevator, Xiao Lan kept looking in the direction of the shooting range, seeming very moved.

"Are you in a hurry?" Qin Jiu frowned slightly. "Whether it's marksmanship or fighting, it takes a long time to train. As the champion of the karate competition, you should understand."

Xiaolan was silent and did not speak.

Of course she has to be anxious, although she doesn't know what she looked like before she lost her memory, but judging from the narration of the people around her, she should be a kind and gentle person who is not at all like Fu Jiang.

Would she really learn such unlawful knowledge?

She was worried that after recovering her memory, she would be attacked again and encounter similar dangers again. At that time, she might not be lucky enough to survive.

So she needs to acquire as much knowledge as possible to protect herself.

In this way, even if the memory is restored, because the memory at this time is preserved, it will not be attacked and plotted by others because it does not understand anything.

Fu Jiang guessed Xiaolan's thoughts, he was very relieved, but not all relieved, it was a bit complicated.

This is like a cultivation game, directly cheating.

Although the fruit was harvested, there was no interesting process.

But at least if any prisoner wants to sneak attack Xiaolan in the future, the end will be a bit miserable.

After the elevator reached the bottom, Xiaolan was about to leave the elevator.

Click, the automatic machine gun on the outer wall of the elevator aimed at her and began to turn.

Her pupils dilated slightly, but she calmed down after noticing that Gin Jiu was not moving.

"The person in charge here likes to make some unpleasant jokes." Gin Jiu explained briefly.

Sure enough, the machine gun stopped rotating, and the muzzle was raised again.

"Do I need to say hello to him when I come here?"

Xiaolan guessed that the person in charge here was dissatisfied because of her uninvited visit, so she made such a nasty joke.

"No, he's nobody." Qin Jiu replied coldly.

Xiaolan:.
You just said that he is the person in charge here.

Looking at Gin, who was too lazy to explain, and Grappa, who also came here for the first time, Vodka pondered and felt that he still had to explain himself.

"Although he is a member with a code name, he is not on the same side as us. He is the chief drug researcher of the organization and is in charge of brainstorming. We belong to the Field Operations Department. We don't care about him, and he can't control us."

And what Vodka didn't say was that the man and the gin had been at odds.

At least a third of the bad rumors about gin in the organization came from him.

Of course, Gin didn't know about this, and Vodka never thought of telling Gin.

Because the status of gin is not higher than that person, if you know it, you can't control it, and if you get angry, it will hurt your body.

Going straight along the passage, Qin Jiu led several people to the high platform behind the shooting range.

"Live, or virtual?"

"Difference?" Xiaolan picked up an assault rifle, held it in her arms, and looked back and forth.

"The one who hit was not human, and the one who hit looked like a human." Qin Jiu pointed forward with his chin.

There are two columns rising from the ground in front, and a man and a woman stand on the platform at the top of the two columns.

Chianti cheered as blood sprayed from the head of the scrupulously combed old Western man who was addressing the crowd.

"Yeah! Clear the level at [-] yards!" Chianti shook his fist.

"Eight, eight hundred yards!?" Vodka's jaw almost dropped.

He can also use a sniper rifle, but the hit rate can only be guaranteed if the range is within two hundred yards.

Qin Jiu was also taken aback, and raised his brows indiscernibly, "I've made great progress."

Unlike Calvados, who is fishing, Chianti seems to practice seriously every day, and his salary can be raised.

After hearing Gin's voice, Chianti's face froze, "Qin, cough, Gin, why are you here?"

She subconsciously reached out to cover a machine screen on the platform.

Gin realized that something was wrong, and manipulated the cylinder to retract to the ground. He walked over quickly and looked at the results on the screen of the machine.

"5 shots, hit rate, 20%?" His face was so gloomy that it was about to drip.

The 800-yard score was piled up with bullets?

"Ahem, it's a hit, isn't it?" Chianti cleared his throat.

Cohen remained silent, Gin glanced at his results, 550 yards, 32 shots, 100% hit rate, not bad.

"This is not a game. Passing the level is not the goal. If the hit rate cannot be guaranteed, it is meaningless to blindly pursue the range."

Gin's voice was cold, but he still thought too well, thinking that Chianti had achieved a score close to his.

If the goal is just to pass the level, then he can hit the limit range of the sniper rifle, but this doesn't mean anything.

They are killers, and they only have one chance to shoot, and if they shoot wrong, it only means that the mission has failed.

"Okay, I see." Chianti rubbed his hair, put the sniper rifle aside, and muttered softly, "It's long-winded."

She looked towards the entrance of the shooting range, noticed Fu Jiang, and her eyes of pity moved to his legs involuntarily.

It must be inconvenient to walk with prosthetics at this height, right?What a pity.

But then she was attracted by Xiaolan holding a simulated assault rifle.

"She is?"

"I've seen this girl before, she's one of the women next to Grabar." Tequila, who was shooting a moving target with live ammunition, came over with big strides.

"You know me?" Xiaolan stared at Tequila carefully for a while, making sure that she had no impression of him in her mind.

Tequilan was taken aback by Xiaolan's question. Although he knew that he did not have a face that women could not forget, he was definitely not a popular face.

His height is not much shorter than Grabar, and he is a lot stronger, coupled with this butt and chin, he is highly recognizable, right?
Qin Jiu briefly explained Xiaolan's current situation.

"I just said that this girl practiced deadly strength, she didn't work well, she would stop when she encountered a gun." Tequilan shook her head.

Chianti tugged at the gun belt on his shoulder.

She wanted to put her arms around Fu Jiang's neck, but the height made her flinch, "You are too mean, don't tell me about this? Who is that person, if you are inconvenient, just leave it to me."

"That's the problem, she has lost her memory, so she doesn't know who attacked her."

Fu Jiang's tone was as cold as his expression, "But the murderer must be someone at the banquet."

"That's simple, just kill them all?" Chianti clapped his hands.

"Good idea, let's do it this way." Fu Jiang found that he was still acting. He was not a detective, he didn't need to solve the case, and he was not a good person. Someone had to attack Xiaolan before he could passively fight back.

He can directly assassinate them all.

".Really?" Chianti, who came up with this idea, twitched the corner of his mouth instead.

She just said hello casually, but if Fu Jiang really wanted to entrust her, she would not refuse.

"Of course it's not true." Qin Jiu directly denied it for Fu Jiang in a cold voice.

What's on your mind?Is this going to directly fight the Metropolitan Police Department?

"Then what should I do?" Chianti is not a person who likes to use her brain, and Calvados, who has been giving her advice, is not here.

"It's very simple, restore her memory."

Gin narrowed his eyes, "Since he lost his memory due to being shot, as long as he fights back and shoots at others, his memory can be restored theoretically."

"Ah? What kind of theory is this? We have to pay attention to science." Vodka's expression was blank.

As a graduate of a prestigious university, how could Gin have such a purely idealistic and unrealistic idea of ​​"I'm thinking"?

"Brother, when you were in college, you didn't go through the back door, did you?"

(End of this chapter)