Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 52 Conan casts a spell in the air
"What does this have to do with you?" Kashasa opened her eyes.

"My code name is to choose one of the two, and I choose Grappa." Fu Jiang raised his eyebrows, "Is there something wrong with the code name?"

Tequila was also a little surprised. She paused while driving, glanced at Fu Jiang through the rearview mirror, and then continued to drive.

Casasa bit the cigarette holder, then rolled up the window and spit the cigarette holder onto the road.

He put his five fingers lightly together, forming a triangle with his hands.

"That's the code name of Gin's adoptive father, one of the earliest elders of the organization."

Kashasa gave Fu Jiang a cold look, "Why did that gentleman put these two code names together for you to choose?"

This is not the code name of the same level, one is the code name of the senior who has made countless contributions to the organization, and the veteran who supported the organization alone during the most difficult period of the organization.

The other is a cursed code name with no credit or ability, and none of the code name owners can survive a year.

That gentleman thinks that these two code names are in line with his position?

"How do I know?" Fu Jiang slowly clenched his right hand leaning on his face.

Careless, I once had an opportunity to let Qin Jiu call my father, but I didn't cherish it.

No wonder Qin Jiu had such a strange expression at that time, it turned out that he almost inherited his adoptive father's code name.

"But to be honest, Grabar and his temperament are quite similar." Tequila said casually.

Kashasa glanced at Fu Jiang up and down, but said nothing more.

"Like?" Fu Jiang frowned.

Could it be that the veteran also has the same charismatic 20 reward supreme aura as him?
This is a passive ability that can enhance various types of aura to the extreme.

Even if Fu Jiang didn't try his best to motivate him, the aura surrounding him was no less than that of gin.

"It's kind of like it." Kashasa curled her lips, "It's just a little bit, that person is much stronger than you."

"I knew I would choose Alex." Fu Jiang rolled down the car window, feeling the cool night wind blowing his curly hair.

Although this code name does not conform to his aesthetics, the background and symbols are good.

He likes these things on face.

"The gin will definitely want you to die." Kashasa sneered.

"You know him well?" Fu Jiang took out a cigarette, hesitating whether to light it.

It was getting late and he was a little sleepy.

"I'm in the same orphanage as him." Kashasa didn't mean to mention the past, closed her eyes and began to meditate.

Tequila didn't intend to explain, so she simply said, "Anyone who can get along in a criminal organization has something in the past."

While speaking, his eyes were a little sad, as if thinking of the past.

Fu Jiang passed the cigarette he hadn't taken in, "Smoking?"

Tequila shook her head, "I quit a long time ago."

In the night, Tomie's car drove steadily to an abandoned warehouse in Kuboto-cho.

It is a trading point commonly used by many underground organizations, and ordinary civilians rarely approach it.

It is said that occasionally gunshots can be heard over there.

"Stop over there for a while." Kashasa suddenly opened her eyes and pointed to the intersection.

There's a minivan there.

Those are peripheral members of the organization, and most of the time they are consumables.

The selections are just some punks who have committed crimes or want to commit crimes, and few of them can stand on the stage.

Generally, the age is over twenty. If they are young and have good talent, they will have the opportunity to be sent to the training base to be trained as an organized killer.

The target of this transaction is the Yamaguchi-gumi, the largest underground organization in Japan. Although nothing will happen in general, there is no harm in asking a few more people to support the scene.

Trading with a tiger, if you don't show your guy, there will be no bones left to be eaten.

At the intersection, Tequila honked the horn twice, and the van followed naturally.

After driving forward for about 10 minutes, Tequila parked the car on the side of the road.

He opened the car door and said to get out of the car, then waved towards the van behind.

"Did you bring a guy?" Tequila pulled out the silver revolver from the gun pouch under his arm.

Casasa took out a micro punch from the windbreaker, while Fu Jiang hummed the melody of the seven children, and took out a revolver, which was the same style as Tequila.

Of course, what Tequila asked was not the two official members, but the peripheral thugs who followed.

Although the organization will not distribute any equipment to them such consumables, everyone also has a small pistol.

"My revolver is with you." Tequila glanced at the silver revolver in Fu Jiang's hand.

"Return you." Fu Jiang threw it over casually, and then took out a crossbow.

Anyway, he had no revolver bullets, and the gun was not used to it.

Although he is equipped with God's Punishment and has 6 points of strength, he will not hurt his hands, but the recoil shock is still uncomfortable, and it also affects the accuracy of shooting.

Casasa glanced at the crossbow in Fu Jiang's hand, then at his windbreaker, frowning slightly.

He had observed Fu Jiang before, and he didn't feel that the other party was carrying such an obvious weapon.

But he didn't care too much, after Tequila loaded the other revolver with bullets, he waved his hand casually, "Let's go."

He is the person in charge of this mission, after all, it was his staff who discovered the transaction scene.

After the task is completed, he will also take [-]% of the bonus settled by the organization based on the transaction share, and the rest will be divided between Tequila and Fu Jiang, and finally leave some residue for the peripheral members.

Counting the peripheral members, a dozen people got into the gloomy alley, and in front of them was the abandoned warehouse along the coast.

The warehouse is huge, with two full floors, and it stands on this not-so-empty platform.

There are a bunch of red and blue shipping containers outside the warehouse, but the inside is empty.

I have to say that the scene here is very suitable for gun battles, as if it was moved from an FPS game.

Bang bang, right in front of him, a man in a formal suit smashed his fist at the empty shipping box, attracting everyone's attention.

"This way."

He raised his hand and walked towards the warehouse.

"Brother, big brother, won't there be any problems with this transaction?" A peripheral member with treacherous eyebrows asked anxiously.

The atmosphere is depressing and suffocating, and the packing boxes that obstruct the line of sight give people the feeling that a bunch of strong men with guns will come out from behind at any time to sieve people's range.

This time, the target of the transaction is a relatively big name, and most of the peripheral members have never been in contact with this kind of real underworld.

The three official members, including Fu Jiang, remained silent, and had no intention of answering a peripheral member.

"Grabar." Tequila suddenly reminded in a low voice, "You will look inexperienced like this."

Just now, Fu Jiang's eyes were the same as those of the peripheral members, looking at East and west, as if worried that a killer would come out of nowhere and attack them.

"You think so?" Fu Jiang pressed his top hat, grinning his mouth to reveal his white teeth, "My eyes are full of blood and corpses."

His momentum was rising steadily, and soon made the peripheral members behind break out in cold sweat.

In those few minutes of silence just now, he has completed countless gun battles in his mind.

It wasn't that he suddenly suffered from persecution paranoia, nor was it because of fear.

He saw such a thing when he was strolling around the mall just now.

"Death's Head"

This symbolizes the occurrence of death and bad luck, and the "horn of luck" that can counteract it does not appear in the mall.

In front of the warehouse, the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi was sitting on a bench, surrounded by two rows of strong men in black standing neatly on both sides.

The fly in the ointment is that there is a missing red carpet between the two rows of strong men in black.

"Let's go." After Kashasa said, she led the crowd through the two rows of men in black.

"Where are the things?" The leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi stood up.

"Where's the money?" Kashasa clapped the micro-punch in his hand, and the peripheral members who followed raised their pistols.

The leader raised his chin, and a member of the violent society threw a box over.

When it landed, the lid of the box opened, revealing a box full of banknotes.

Kashasa pointed with her chin, and a peripheral member ran over to pick up the box.

He took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to the members of the violent society who came forward.

The man in black opened the envelope, took out the photo inside, and then walked to the leader and whispered a few words.

"Only photos?" the leader asked sullenly.

"What else do you want?" Kashasa narrowed her eyes.

At this moment, his head split open, and the top hat stained with blood and white pulp was lifted into the sky.

The gunshots were loud.

(End of this chapter)