Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 150 Traditional Arts
After some pushback, it was Takashi Matsuo who raised his gun first.

"Oh, it's the first time I've left this position after sitting here for so long every week," Takashi Matsuo was full of the entertainment spirit of the host, touching the seat beside him affectionately, "I still feel a little bit reluctant... Who did it?" You made such an exaggerated proposal and separated us!"

He stared angrily in a funny way, scanning the audience, not lacking in the taste of making a point or two.

Today's program planning was managed by him under his argument. On the surface, it was to show the importance of himself to the producer Suwa Michihiko and to dispel his idea of ​​changing the host. Suwa regarded this as a His last dying struggle.

But in fact, everything was prepared in advance by him for the smooth implementation of the murder plan.

This trick of "showing marksmanship" was an unexpected situation outside the process, and no one explained the lack of people to him, which made Takashi Matsuo panic and resentful.

If Suwa is killed as he wished, wouldn't his suspicion be greatly increased as one of the candidates who is proficient in marksmanship?

"Hahaha, Mr. Matsuo is so scary." Ayako Nagai, who was unaware of his psychological activities, cooperated with his performance and made a gesture of covering her cheeks with her hands, "It was suggested by the wise detective, don't be angry Let's quickly defeat him and let him pay for his provocation!"

The camera cuts to Akechi at the right time, and Tang Ze shows an innocent smile at Takashi Matsuo.

Matsuo Takashi glared at him fiercely, with a murderous intent in his eyes.

These detectives are really troublesome. The two recruited this time are obviously not very powerful characters. One is nagging and has a strange name. ...The result is still so troublesome!

"Then be mentally prepared!" He shouted, picked up a model gun on the trolley, and aimed at Goro Akechi first, "The bullets of victory will pierce all your tricks!"

Tang Ze looked straight at the muzzle of his gun, squinting and smiling at him.

Although there was no change in the magnitude, Miyano Akemi, who was sitting under the stage, couldn't help reaching out and touching her knee, feeling a phantom pain.

Takashi Matsuo didn't notice any problems in this smile, and confidently aimed his gun at the paper figurine in front of him: "I'll start first!"

Soon, he reproduced his operation at home, shooting through the head of the flying photo.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

White rubber bullets were fired, each time piercing through the bullseye on the figure.

Three rounds of BB bullets were fired, and a small hole was formed in each of the black bull's-eye circles.

"Wow! Awesome! As expected of Matsuo!" After the camera gave a close-up of each of the three bullet holes, Nagai Ayako raised her hand and waved it, and then clapped vigorously, "It's too strong!"

"Lucky, lucky..." Looking at his own results with satisfaction, Matsumoto bent over to Kogoro Mori standing in the center with a smile on his face, "Mr. Mori, would you like to try?"

"Detective Mori, don't be humble, come on!" Nagai Ayako clasped his hands together, put on an expectant expression, and moved to Mori Kogoro, "Even if your grades are not as good as our host, it doesn't prevent you from being an excellent host. Detective, come on!"

"Mr. Mao Li, do you want to show the demeanor of the former criminal police?" Tang Ze followed suit, saying something with a double meaning.

The audience and the two hosts only thought that he was teasing what Mori Kogoro said just now, that the criminal police may not be good at marksmanship, and there were some low laughter in the field.

Mori Kogoro reached out his hand in embarrassment, picked up the model gun in the middle, and looked at the target ahead.

After all, it was just a temporary sideshow, and the program team didn't really mean to embarrass them. The target was only ten meters away from where the gun was fired, and the model gun couldn't produce the recoil like a real gun. It wasn't that difficult to aim. The setting is more similar to the small balloon game that will be played at the memorial booth.

If they play too badly at this level...wouldn't it be a bit too embarrassing?

He was not sure how far he could show it, glanced at Goro Akechi who was full of smiles, and then saw Mao Lilan in the audience, he was heartbroken, raised his gun to aim at the target in the middle, and fired three times in a row.

Ayako Nagai walked up to the figure in the middle, observed for a while, and found that there was only one more hole in the bull's-eye.

Did the other two shots miss the target?Thinking of this, the amazed expression on her face was impeccable: "You hit the bull's-eye too! You have been retired for many years, and your marksmanship is very good!"

"Not only that." Tang Ze pointed, stretched out his hand and clicked on the extra hole, "Mr. Mao Li, three shots hit one place."

"Huh?!" Ayako Nagai covered her mouth, really surprised.

Soon, the clever director cut out a close-up shot aimed at the target, and the slow replay was projected on the big screen.

During the replay, the first ball broke the target paper, the second and third followed closely, passed through the same position, and shot behind the target.

As Tang Ze said, he didn't get shot once, but his marksmanship was very good, and he shot three shots with extremely stable trajectory, passing through the same position precisely, so only one hole was left.

"Wow! Mr. Mori!" Ayako Nagai screamed and jumped twice, "How can this be called bad marksmanship! My God!"

"No, it's just an air gun after all..." Mori Kogoro grinned and rubbed the back of his head, "Although I'm not very good in the criminal police, I'm still someone who has held a real gun after all. It's very unfair to compare. "

The applause resounded throughout the audience, and Mao Lilan also looked very surprised.

Based on her understanding of her father, she had never heard him brag about her career as a criminal police officer. She really thought that he was not good at this, and wondered if his performance was too bad during the live broadcast, would Dad be in a bad mood? question……

Seeing his daughter's equally amazed expression, Mori Kogoro calmed down and took a step back easily: "Mr. Sensei, it's your turn. Don't embarrass the detective, boy."

Although he is a bit confused, he is also a veteran who has been in the society for many years. Although there is not much disdain and hostility from Takashi Matsuo, he is vaguely aware of it.

"Don't worry, Mr. Mori." Tang Ze smiled freely, picked up the last model gun, and turned his head like Takashi Matsuo just now, pointing the gun at Matsuo, "It's over, Mr. overconfident, In front of the detectives, your machinations will be seen through."

What he said was similar to Matsuo's trash talk, and he seemed to mean something, which made Matsuo Takashi's back shiver.

This brat...

Tang Ze withdrew his smile, and his unbent eyebrows revealed a pair of deep eyes. He turned the muzzle of his gun and faced the three human-shaped targets.

"Clap clap clap..."

After a series of dense gunshots, Tang Ze emptied the entire magazine of the model gun at the three targets. He tilted his head and inspected the targets for two seconds, and slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun as if he still had something to say.

"Ah..." Nagai Ayako was startled by this unexpected movement, and only recovered after a few seconds, looking at the three standing signs.

There is no new hole on the stand.

With the precedent of Mori Kogoro, no one doubted whether he missed a single shot, and the director also directly cut out slow close-ups of three different camera positions.

On the screen, a series of white rubber bullets were precisely calculated in slow motion, maintaining the same spacing, passing through the bullet holes left by Matsuo one by one, without causing any new damage to the target paper.

"Sensible-kun!" Nagai Ayako screamed first, and clapped her hands vigorously, "You are so handsome! It is you!"

When Tang Ze heard her saying Kakuyi, he secretly regretted that she wasn't calling Jiaoka, and that he didn't have a remake of the classics. Then he looked up and watched the replayed video for a while, feeling good about himself.

Have you said it all, American traditional martial arts, if there is no traditional art of emptying magazines, what is it called American Iai?

(End of this chapter)