Conan Dressed As Gin

Conan was washing clothes in his hands, but he was thinking about the woman's intentions.

Did this woman put the substance in a cup for someone to drink? Or... Suicide?

But one thing's for sure -

This woman does not want their two children to be innocently implicated.

The short-haired woman laughed: "That's it. Dry it in the dryer for a while, and then you can put it on and go out."

Yuan too miserably looked at the clothes that were all wet:

"Isn't this a lot more wet than just now? What is she trying to do?"

The woman nodded in satisfaction and walked out.

"Goodbye, Conan." She lowered her voice, her tone becoming mysterious and lazy.

Conan was startled and suddenly looked up at her.

"you-!"

Suddenly, there was a young exclamation from outside, and then, the exclamations continued one after another.

"It's Ayumi!"

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he put on wet clothes and rushed out.

Ignoring the woman, Conan scanned the entire store.

"Ayumi! What's wrong with you!"

The people in the store formed a circle. Conan squeezed hard.

"Ke, Conan... I accidentally bumped into this uncle just now... He just..."

Ayumi was startled.

"It's him!" Conan looked to the ground.

- The man who fell to the ground is the foreigner who was noticed by Conan before.

His right hand was still in his arms, his left hand kept the action of holding a cup to drink, his mouth was open, and he fell to the ground stiffly, the cup shattered to one side.

"Call the police! Don't move the scene!" Conan said to Ayumi Mitsuhiko not far away in the first sentence, and shouted at the people around him in the second sentence.

He leaned/down/body to smell the cup and water that fell to the ground, but couldn't smell anything.

Conan quickly remembered something, and looked around to find the figure of the woman before. But after a while, she was nowhere to be found.

I remembered the initial strange feeling—the way the woman looked at him.

It's not like looking at strangers, it's like knowing him, very familiar eyes.

And at the end, she lowered her voice and called out Conan's name.

...The tone and temperament, plus Conan's lack of impression of that face, that woman is obviously Belmod!

Did Belmod come here just to kill this man?

Conan's face sank.

He knows that as long as the organization acts, there will be no flaws. And even if they said the characteristics of the woman just now, it was just Belmod's disguise.

…

Belmod's lazy voice rang in Gin's ear through the wireless microphone: "Mission accomplished."

With a nervous sneer on Shan Heqing's face, he didn't bother to answer.

The entire floor was already dark at this time.

After he shot down the monitor just now, the man's first reaction was to smoke/shoot the lights in the aisle.

Now only the dim light in the adjacent room illuminated the two of them.

And Shan Heqing has avoided Trinidad's fire with his sense and hearing.

He also raised his gun and fired back.

It is worth mentioning that Jinjiu is left-handed, while Shan Heqing is right-handed.

That said, he is now ambidextrous.

He paused to clear the gun in his left hand. Unsurprisingly, I heard the other party sneer and suddenly rushed towards him.

Stupid, that's what he did on purpose.

Shan Heqing also laughed wickedly, and he repeatedly pulled the trigger of his right hand/gun.

He bent down slightly and tucked the empty gun back into his lap with his left hand. He took out another hand from the windbreaker.

and…

He has more than two guns on him! It doesn't matter if it's too late to change bullets/ammunition! Thanks for the good habit of gin!

Tongues of flame spit/spit between the dark floors, and many bullets with unclear orbits sprinted/shot in the air, shot/on the ceiling, shot/on the wall, bounced/shot and flew up, potted plants and decorations were hit of riddled with holes.

Under such circumstances, Shan Heqing strode forward, and the firepower in his hand did not stop.

Even though a lot of bullets shot/passed at him, it was strange that Shan Heqing had no fear at all. Instead, he has been stirred up with a bloodthirsty ruthlessness.

"Mission accomplished!" Chianti's excited voice came through the headphones.

This is tantamount to directly exposing the location of gin on a quiet floor.

But Shan Heqing was overjoyed and felt that it was just right.

The strong wind hit, and Shan Heqing avoided the block he was accustomed to.

I still thought in my mind that when Gin usually wears a radio to do tasks like this, it seems that there is no time for him to play in person.

...no wonder.

The two of them didn't use their guns anymore, but fought neatly and empty-handedly.

At the same time that Shan Heqing hit Trinidad with his knee, he felt that he was punched so hard in the abdomen that his internal organs were hurting.

But Shan Heqing still laughed.

He couldn't believe that Trinidad was no worse than him.

...after all, that's a pain that a man can't bear.

The big man cried out in pain and cursed in Spanish.

His shoes stumbled and rattled on the ground, as if leaning back against the wall.

- Shan Heqing's knee was merciless, and the blow was fast, accurate and ruthless. Now that Trinidad can stand without covering his crotch, Shan Heqing wants to convince him.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him. During these few seconds of pause, Shan Heqing thought quickly, fit in and pounced, stabbing his temple with a knife.

Trinidad felt a gust of blade wind and immediately flashed to the side. Just dodged that blow.

His legs were just getting stronger, but he didn't let out a sigh of relief. The next second heard a slight "pop" from the muffler/silence/hand/gun—

Then, there is no then.

Shan Heqing stuffed his hand/gun and knife back into his windbreaker and sneered, then he said to Wireless Merry unhurriedly:

"understood."

The author has something to say: two chapters of gin and one chapter of Hongshu a day, I feel so tired qwq I have to go to another two chapters. I feel like I'm going to be drained qwq I blame myself for killing myself.

In the article mentioned in the previous chapter, a little angel said that the mobile phone could not see it. Then say it again.

"Conan: Dressing Into a Tree" is the brother article of Jinjiu. There is also no cp, and two texts are one worldview. If you are interested, you can click on my column and find it in it.