Conan: The Mechanic

Orange House.

"You...eating a lot?" Conan said as he looked at Chiba who was eating bread. "Do you usually eat so much secretly at home?"

"Hmm..." Qianyu's two hands let go of the bread that had been bitten in her mouth, and made a gesture of spreading her hands.

Of course, he usually doesn't eat so much. After all, bread is a typical high-calorie food. After eating too much, he will quickly develop the shape of Yuan Tai.

but now……

Although the air conditioner was turned on in the whole room, Chiba still felt a little hot in her chest.

The power supply of the auxiliary unit comes from the human body of Qianyu. Although the energy consumption is generally quite limited, if the auxiliary unit is in a long-term and high-intensity operation state, the human body energy will still be used at a very fast speed, and the operation is in progress. The auxiliary unit itself will also generate heat - the original auxiliary unit was installed in the helmet with the auxiliary cooling structure, so this was not fatal, but now Chiba has installed the auxiliary unit on the body surface for portability. This makes the problem of heating a little more obvious.

But there is no way out, because the auxiliary unit is now doing extremely complex computing work.

……

At the same time, Dongdu Aquarium

"Why did you add bulletproof material to the outside of the handbag?" A Japanese FBI member who was on standby looked at the large exaggerated handbag that Numbuchi Kiichiro had unzipped before with a rather subtle look. Bag - this bag is really long, if he read it correctly, it should be 2 meters long and more than half a meter in diameter

"Because what's inside is very fragile," Numbuchi Kiichiro said, and took out a six-barreled machine gun with a length of about 80 centimeters and an electric motor. As the machine gun was picked up, a large number of bullet chains surrounding the machine gun fell from the gun body of the machine gun, and made a crisp metallic sound after colliding with other bullets. "Do you know this thing?"

"I don't know, is it Mark Qin?" It took a while for the FBI members to recognize it. "Wait...is it M134?"

"Yeah." After Numabuchi Kiichiro picked up the gun, he loaded the ammunition chain into the machine gun's feeding area. "This thing is cool, so I made one when I had a chance before."

"How many bullets do you have in here?" Another slightly older left-behind member of the support team of the Metropolitan Police Department next to him looked at Mobuchi, who had re-zipped most of the zippers with some subtle eyes. Ichiro. "Looks like a lot, doesn't it?"

"Did I say 10,000 to send you a letter?" Numbuchi Kiichiro gave him a self-guessing look, so that he used his arms to carry the two extended handles of the tote bag - these two handles were obviously also It's not the original product, but the wire rope that goes on the bottom of the bag. "Anyway, it's definitely not over. It doesn't make sense to ask questions like this."

"10,000 rounds... You're really joking." The police officer left behind looked at the people who were running the train with their mouths full of eyes.

"Then I'll go first." Although the gesture of pulling up the handbag seemed very slow, Kiichiro Numabuchi's voice seemed to be quite at ease. "I wish you all the best of luck... No, in this situation, I'd better wish myself good luck first."

With that said, I grabbed the M134 machine gun with the chain attached with my left hand, and put the two handles on the inside of my right elbow, and then walked back - probably because this bag is real The relationship is very heavy, and his actions are much slower and stiffer than before.

"This guy, I always think he's holding on?" The FBI officer said this, looking at Kiichiro Numabuchi's back hidden under the windbreaker.

"Yeah, even if he definitely can't get 10,000 rounds, that's enough for him," the police officer nodded. "Don't say anything else, just talk about the gun. After adding the motor, it weighs more than 40 kilograms, and the bag might be so heavy. But then again, why do I think his voice is a little... familiar? It seems... "

……

Three minutes later, the front line.

"Crack!" With the crisp gunshot, Shuuichi Akai, who had completed the shooting action, immediately hid behind the line of defense composed of multiple bulletproof shields.

"I think I should have hit it," said the observer next to him.

"Well, it's obvious evidence. I thought it would take a few more shots to get hit." Akai Shuichi also showed a smile, looking at the direction of the Ferris wheel car where the sniper who sniped them before was located. .

Although it is inconspicuous, a fluid bright color appears on it.

Although he couldn't see where the opponent was lying, he could guess based on his habits as a sniper. At the same time, his sniper rifle is also capable of penetrating the walls of the car, so he is fully capable of "drawing prizes" by sniping after guessing.

He was in good luck, and he was in his soul.

At the same time, they heard rather heavy footsteps coming from behind.

"How much did you take?" Akai Shuichi turned his head and asked Kiichiro Numabuchi who came over.

"It's okay," Numabuchi Kiichiro said casually, but his heavy gait told others that he had taken a lot of equipment.

But when Akai Shuichi suddenly frowned.

"You..." he said. "When did you become left-handed?"

"Left-handed?" Numbuchi Kiichiro didn't understand why Akai Shuichi used such a question. "When did I become left-handed—"

Just when he said this, Numabuchi Kiichiro's voice stopped.

In his left hand ~www.NovelMTL.com~ still holds the M134 Mini Vulcan - in general, combatants tend to use the weapon with the more trusting main hand, and just a few days ago , Shuichi Akai had already determined that the opponent was right-handed when he played against Kiichiro Numabuchi.

"You said this because you were too lazy to change," Numbuchi Kiichiro gave his own explanation. "The left hand took it out from the inside, and the right hand took it along the way. It's not heavy anyway."

"..." Akai Shuichi had a gloomy face, and finally decided to give up on this issue. "Well, since you have such a heavy firepower, you can take the lead."

"No problem." Numabuchi Kiichiro said this, and was about to walk forward around the shield formation formed by the FBI, but suddenly there was a crisp metal collision and the same loud sound of fire beside them.

"Pong (pop)!"

"In that direction!" Numabuchi Kiichiro responded quickly and turned around immediately. "Wait a minute, don't I remember that it's not the attack area of ​​the Metropolitan Police Department?"

But there was no response to his voice.

"You...what's the matter?" Numbuchi Kiichiro noticed the strangeness around him, and turned back to Shuichi Akai and the others, only to find that they were looking at him with strange eyes. "Did something happen?"

At this moment, Shuuichi Akai's expression distorted, staring at Kiichiro Numbuchi's exposed face.

A bullet is stuck at the top of the bridge of his nose, and it can be seen from the tail that the bullet body has obviously been severely deformed due to the collision.

At this time, Numabuchi Kiichiro was unaware.

"What's the matter," he continued to ask Shuichi Akai. "Has something happened? If it's all right, we should move on now."