Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 400 Vodka: Big brother, you ran a red light
After passing the video to Qinjiu, Fu Jiang watched Xiaolan conduct sniper training and taught her the relevant knowledge of sniping.

But this time it's not the mission mode, but Fu Jiang's favorite challenge mode.

Simple and time-saving, you can end training anytime you want.

After testing, Xiaolan's stable shooting range is within 300 meters, and the accuracy is above 90.00%.

This was Fu Jiang's result a month ago, but not now.

Fu Jiang's stable shooting range has been increased to 500 meters, which is close to the level of the organization's sniper trio.

In conventional assassination operations, such a range is sufficient.

So he was a little too lazy to train sniping. The range of naked shooting without the blessing of special effects is already very good.

For a 100% hit rate at a distance of [-] meters like Shuichi Akai, it must be because the LV of the gun is too high, and it has special effects such as bullet deflection or tracking.

"You are not a professional sniper, so you don't need to work hard in this area. You should practice more with pistols and submachine guns."

Fu Jiang suggested for Xiaolan's consideration and also to prevent Xiaolan from surpassing himself.

After Fu Jiang finished speaking, he walked to the place where small firearms were placed.

"Ah, that." Xiaolan subconsciously raised her hand to block it, then immediately suppressed the impulse and closed her mouth tightly.

"What's the matter?" Fu Jiang turned around and looked directly at Xiao Lan's eyes that showed nervousness and anxiety.

"Nothing." Xiaolan smiled slightly; "I'm just not interested in small firearms."

"Then what do you like? Thick and long? You don't need these guns in your daily life." Fu Jiang frowned.

Since Xiaolan is learning from him and gin, she shouldn't be interested in large firearms.

Because it is not convenient to carry, and it is not concealed enough to use, it may be useless after practice.

Fu Jiang narrowed his eyes, Xiaolan seemed to be avoiding something?She's afraid of what I see in the gun room?
He quickened his pace and walked in. Everything inside was as usual, and all kinds of pistols and submachine guns were placed in their original positions.

Suddenly, Fu Jiang's nose twitched a few times. Why is the smell of gunpowder so strong?

He reached for the nearest submachine gun, his brow twitching slightly as he gripped the barrel.

Even with heat resistance lv1, his hands felt extremely hot, and the gun body must have exceeded [-] degrees.

Fu Jiang hardened his hands, disassembled the firearm, looked at the red and deformed barrel, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch.

Did Xiao Lan come to sabotage him?
"I will lose money." Xiao Lan stood at the door.

"Of course you will lose money." Fu Jiang's voice can almost freeze the ears.

He gritted his teeth and checked the gun inside.

There are 6 microchargers and 14 pistols, and the barrels have all been deformed. Is this intentional?
How long has Xiaolan practiced with guns these three days?

Looking back, yesterday was Saturday, and the day before yesterday was Sunday, which happened to be rest days.

Xiaolan can use the karate club as an excuse to come to him to train firearms.

"Bullets have gunpowder, which will burn the barrel during firing. If you continue to fire, the barrel will deform after overheating. This is common sense."

Fu Jiang sighed, "I will send the bill to Mr. Mori."

Xiaolan pursed her lips and nodded her head twice, "Just say that when I was practicing karate, I accidentally cut through the wall of your house."

Fu Jiang hummed, and didn't complain about why Xiaolan went to his house to practice karate.

Xiaolan hesitated for a long time, and handed the key card to Fu Jiang very reluctantly.

"Keep it." Fu Jiang didn't pick it up, "Ma Yin won't care about this loss, and neither will I. It's just a matter of business."

That's right, it's because it's a matter of business. If you make a mistake, you will be punished. It's a matter of course.

After sending the God of Destruction Xiaolan away, Fu Jiang looked at the parts in the gun room in silence.

If the cost is saved, just let the organization send some parts at the cost price, and he can replace and assemble it by himself.

That won't cost much, so whether the money is cheated or not.

This is really a difficult choice, but for Xiaolan's sake, she should be made aware of the price of making mistakes.

Therefore, this money should be cheated out of emotion and reason.

Fu Jiang wrote the bill, and on the way to the experimental base for dinner, stuffed the bill into the door of the Maori Detective Agency.

Then he got in the car and was going to have a meal at Kensan's house in Masuyama.

Kenzo Masuyama showed off to him several times how delicious the meals cooked by his maid were.

Of course, getting food is not the main purpose, Fu Jiang needs to talk to Kenzo Masuyama about Wei Young and Fusae.

……

There is something wrong with the seasons in Ke Xue World recently, and winter has lasted for more than a week.

From noon onwards, the sky became dark, and snowflakes the size of goose feathers soon fell.

The road soon became snowy.

On the way back from school, Yuan Tai complained dissatisfiedly; "Conan, you are so despicable that you only come to class in the afternoon."

Under the confidence of his high school education, Conan finally embarked on the path of a bad boy.

I don't write my homework, I am late for class, and I can do whatever I want because of my teacher's good temper.

"That's for a reason." Conan's tone was a little low.

Vehicles passed by on the road, and the tires squeezed the snow and made a rattling sound.

Haibara retracted his gaze and asked in a low voice, "Edogawa, did something happen?"

Conan slowed down and let the three children pass him and walk in front, "It's nothing."

Conan lowered his head slightly, the lens was covered with snowflakes, which melted into water.

The road became blurred.

Haibara frowned, Conan was acting weird all day today, he was absent-minded even in class.

Conan did have a serious mind, he had a dream last night, it was not an ordinary dream.

It was a dream about gin, so he was so uneasy when he found out that Xiaolan was missing this morning.

Huiyuan took out his little hand from his pocket, put it to his mouth and let out a sigh, then spread his palm forward, letting the snowflakes fall onto his palm.

Then she rubbed Conan's face with her cold hands.

Conan trembled all over, and looked at Huiyuan in surprise.

"This is not the place for me to stay." Haibara narrowed his eyes, "If you don't want to get involved with these children, if you don't want to involve the Maoli family in an accident, leaving here is the best choice."

"Haibara, you." Conan's eyes widened.

Haibara raised the corner of his mouth, "You must think so, right?"

Conan smiled bitterly, "You really understand me?"

Huiyuan shrugged noncommittally, "Don't worry, normal people wouldn't believe such things as being drugged to make you smaller, not to mention Qin Jiu may not remember you, as long as you play your role as a little ghost well, no one will notice of."

At first, she was actually very scared, but as the days passed, with Fu Jiang's help, she gradually adapted to this new identity.

There is Dr. Ali, there is a sister, there is Fu Jiang, and there is a boy detective team. This kind of life is not bad.

"Ah, it's a fork in the road, see you tomorrow~" The three children waved back at the intersection in front of them.

The direction they went home was not the same as that of Conan and Haibara, and they walked together for a short distance.

Conan lowered his head in silence, and looked through the lens to Huiyuan who was walking obliquely ahead and admiring the snowy scenery.

Huiyuan, I think you haven't understood the situation yet, the organization is not something that the two of us can solve together.

The organization will not let us go, yes, maybe now Gin is watching us from a dark corner just like in the dream last night.

Suddenly, Conan froze all over, his dilated pupils tremblingly looked at the car parked by the road ahead.

Porsche-356A, this is an old antique car he has only seen in dreams and magazines.

This is, that guy, that silver-haired man named Gin's car, it's like this in the dream!

"What's wrong?" Haibara noticed that Conan's reaction was very strange, and followed his gaze to look at Malu.

Haibara narrowed his eyes slightly, "This car"

Conan swallowed, sure enough, everything in the dream was real, this is Gin's car!

"It's a very rare taxi." Huiyuan continued.

"Ah?" Conan staggered and almost fell, "Are you kidding me?"

"Just kidding." Huiyuan blinked, "That's Gin's car."

Conan's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his brain seemed to be divided into two parts.

While persuading him not to kill the rat tail juice, he kept stating that this is the best chance to find out the base of that organization.

Now is not a good time to hesitate and consider, opportunities are always fleeting.

Conan supported his forehead with one hand, and covered his heart with the other, "How can I repair it? If I didn't know how powerful they are, I wouldn't have become such a hesitant half-assed."

Huiyuan looked across the road, it was a convenience store, Gin was buying cigarettes, vodka seemed to be picking bread?
Vodka has always been slow to buy things for himself, and he always wants to come up with the most cost-effective purchasing strategy.

Haibara took a few steps back, approaching Conan who was panting like he was having a heart attack.

"What are you going to do? Here?" She took out a bunch of keys from the interlayer of her schoolbag.

This is Gin's car key, which Fu Jiang gave her.

As for how Fu Jiang got it, she didn't know, maybe she stole the spare key of gin and used it to make a few.

"Ah, maybe it's time for a showdown." Conan took the key with a livid face, and inserted it into the car door.

"I'll help you watch the wind." Huiyuan turned sideways to observe the scene in the convenience store.

Conan put on his gloves and got into the car, and got out within ten seconds.

He was afraid that if he stayed in the car again, he would not be able to resist the wad of banknotes and pistols in the glove box.

"Slip away." Conan jumped out of the car and closed the door, dragged Hui Yuan and ran like hell.

At the door of the convenience store, Gin slid a match on the sole of his shoe and lit a cigarette.

"Brother, you should buy a lighter." Vodka persuaded, "Even if you keep using matches to sell miserably, Grappa will definitely not return the lighter to you."

"Shut up, Vodka." Gin glared at Vodka.

Is he the one who is obsessed with the lighter?
The traffic light at the intersection turned red, and Gin walked towards the zebra crossing.

"Brother, you ran a red light!" Vodka chased after him and dragged the gin back.

"Brother, think about it, if someone suddenly ran a red light while you were driving, you would definitely be very angry, wouldn't you?"

"There are no cars on the road." Gin Jiu gritted his teeth and shook off Vodka's hand, and walked towards the zebra crossing faster.

Bababa, a truck braked suddenly, and the driver poked his head out of the window, "You don't have eyes!"

Vodka pouted, "Look? I said you can't run a red light."

Gin glanced at Vodka, raised his left forearm, and signaled to the driver that he was going to run a red light and not to step on the brakes.

If it wasn't for Vodka to stop him, nothing would happen. Now it's all right, the traffic is getting denser.

Taking advantage of Gin's physical body forcing the vehicle to stop, Vodka trotted after him.

In front of the Porsche, Gin's hand reached for the car door, but suddenly stopped.

He frowned slightly, and there were messy footprints in front of the car door.

Shoes in sizes 25 and [-] are the footprints of children.

(End of this chapter)