Conan: The Mechanic

At the same time, Gin is also facing the most important enemy in his life.

a room in the building

"You seem to be very confident in yourself," Shuichi Akai said casually holding a shotgun in one hand, looking at the gin in front of him. "Have you prepared any ambush?"

"No, I just want to have a good fight with you," Jin Jiu raised his mouth slightly, holding a large-caliber pistol in his hand. "Shotgun, you are still you after all?"

"You haven't changed much, have you," Akai Shuichi sneered. "So, are you ready to die?"

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask a question," Gin asked lightly as he closed the safety on the pistol. "You seem to have been looking for me, is it my illusion?"

"Why, are you afraid?" Akai Shuichi raised his eyebrows. "It's really rare for a cold-blooded devil like you."

"I think it's not up to you to wear the title Cold-Blood Demon King for me?" Gin snorted. "Thinking about the things you've been racking your brains for to get in, I'm a little confused as to how you have the courage to accuse me."

"At least I haven't murdered as recklessly as you did," Akai Shuichi seemed to be completely indifferent to these accusations, just staring at the pistol in Gin's hand. "So, are you ready to die?"

"It seems that you really have any obsession with me," Gin asked again. "Seriously, if there is anything, tell me about it. After all, I won't get an answer when you die."

"Wait until I die?" Akai Shuichi asked. "I'm really happy to talk to you, but because I'm afraid you won't be able to hear it again after you die."

"Do you mind telling me the reason for killing Akemi Miyano?" Saying so, Shuichi Akai slammed the barrel of the gun on the ground.

"She sent a letter to your FBI, is this reason enough?" Gin snorted. "Do you think that if your people secretly sent us confidential letters, would you still trust her? I'm afraid you will make the same choice as me?"

"I'm afraid this is just an excuse, right?" Akai Shuichi sneered. "When I was a three-year-old?"

Silence, followed by an unusually synchronized response——Akai Shuichi and Gin raised their guns at the same time and aimed at each other.

And it was Shuichi Akai who opened fire first.

"Boom!" With the sound of fire, blood blossomed on Gin's thigh-although his speed of drawing his gun was faster than Gin's, this time he was able to gain the upper hand because Gin planned to aim at Shuichi Akai. The heart, but Shuichi Akai aimed at Gin's legs.

However, Gin's shooting was not interrupted, and the surprisingly powerful pistol in his hand also locked onto Akai Shuichi's heart.

"Boom!" Akai Shuichi's second shot aimed at Gin's head and Gin's bullet were fired at the same time, and each hit the target, but Akai Shuichi's heart was hit through the Metropolitan Police Department Bulletproof vest provided and FBI-provided bulletproof vest.

"Huh—" Akai Shuichi covered the position of his heart, frowning at the gin that had stumbled to the ground with a **** face. "Looks like, I still won... The shotgun hits the face in the face, I think even if you haven't yet."

At this moment, Gin made an indistinct sound because of the heavy damage.

"Dead? Maybe, but I don't think you won either, right?"

"I'm wearing a body armor, as far as a pistol is concerned, it's not enough—" The relieved look on Akai Shuichi's face suddenly froze.

"Armor-piercing bullets with a strong .50 charge, it's enough to break that kind of thing at this distance," said Gin's weak but self-satisfied voice. "And in fact, I don't have much time at all. It's never a loss to replace you."

……

When Qianyu joined the organization and was in charge of preparing Gin's firearms, Gin was a typical example of the organization's well-known violent aesthetics, famous for its combination of large-caliber pistols and strong charges.

But before that, he wasn't like that. Before the 1993 inspection, Gin's favorite gun was an accurate small-caliber pistol, and his fighting style was as precise and deadly as a viper.

1993, Ward.

"Chris, why are you here?" Gin put down the books in his hand and looked at Belmod who walked into the room. He hurriedly tidied up his messy hair from lying on the hospital bed for a long time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. .

But soon, he found that Belmod's face was a little strange.

"You—" Belmod said slowly after taking a deep breath. "The biopsy of the cyst you found in your lung came in, and they ... they found smooth muscle cells in it, and based on that, you were diagnosed with LAM."

"What is that?" Gin frowned slightly~www.NovelMTL.com~ I don't like such strange names. "

"Lymphangioleiomyoma, as stated, is a cancer." After Belmod said this, he fell silent again.

"Cancer?" Gin's brows furrowed tightly, only to loosen after a long time. "Okay, how do we treat it?"

Belmod was silent, and another voice answered in his place.

"We'll try to remove the cysts in your lungs as much as possible," Kazuo Ota appeared behind Belmod, wearing a pair of earphones in his ear. "But it will come back ... I mean the cyst will come back and gradually fill your lungs until you die of suffocation."

"Well, at least now you should be able to take some measures," Gin didn't seem to be too frustrated. "That's it, arrange the surgery you need or something."

At this moment, Belmod sat by Gin's bed and gently held his left hand. "Then I will officially move to your house in the future, what do you think?"

"Don't worry, I'm calm." Gin looked at Belmod. "Although there is no good way to do this, I don't need any dying comfort because of this."

"After such news is announced, you will be numb like this for a few days," Belmod rubbed Gin's hand lightly with his left hand, and the middle fingers of the two touched together, making a metallic crash from time to time. . "Then you might go into a period of grief, cry uncharacteristically for a few weeks, and then start to give in to self-indulgence, and it doesn't matter what you say to yourself - then maybe I can still come in handy, or at least let Don't do stupid things at that time, at least you won't take the initiative to invite a stinky and scary murderer to dance tango at a reception like I did."