Conan, My Neighbor Kurosawa Jin

The mist was steaming in the bathroom. Imaguchi lay in the warm bathtub and closed his eyes comfortably. He didn't get up and leave until the water in the bath gradually became less hot.

After wiping the water on his head, Imaguchi wrapped his hair and came to the living room. He took out a honey cake from the box on the table and sat on the sofa to eat it. During the wedding, he thought the cake was delicious and wanted to buy some for himself after the wedding.

Unexpectedly, Kikuko made it by herself, and it was unique to the store they opened. After knowing that Imaguchi liked to eat it, she packed a large box for him and asked him to take it home and taste it slowly.

While eating honey cake, Imagin watched the news on TV in his heart. Azhen has not received any messages since he replied two days ago. He said that he was going to the Middle East to deal with some matters, and he might lose contact for a while. .

Although he had said it before, there has been no news, which made Imaguchi heart couldn't help but feel a little worried. Looking at all the war news on the news, Imaguchi's originally flat brows also wrinkled, and the soft cake also I can't eat anymore.

There's such a fierce fighting over there now, surely something will really happen to Ah Zhen? Even though he is very powerful, after all, there are only one or two people, so how can he compare with the armed forces over there. Moreover, guns are not allowed in the Middle East, and even cannons can do anything.

The TV was still on, but Imaguchi, who was sitting on the sofa, was no longer in the mood to continue watching.

He took out the box where he kept his pistol from the hidden compartment, looked at the exquisite pistol inside, and took it into his hand.

Returning to the room, he took out his suitcase and packed a few simple clothes. Imaguchi took the suitcase and some necessities to the 5-chome villa, and took out the one billion yen and some gadgets that he had put here before. I took these things and left the house.

At this time, fighting was raging on the battlefield. Gin and Vodka hid in a room, listening to the noisy gunfire outside, silent.

It was also their bad luck. When they went out to do some errands, they encountered a fierce battle with the army. Now they can only stay here and wait for them to finish, but they don't know how long they will have to wait.

After hearing the gunshots outside gradually disappear, it took a while for the two of them to walk out. At this time, there were also some undressed men and women walking out like them, with panic written on their faces.

Seeing that the gunfight had stopped, Gin and Vodka pulled on their hats and continued walking to the place of transaction. After passing through the streets, they came to a ruins.

After passing through the house among the ruins, the two of them saw an underground entrance and walked down the steps. The scene inside was completely different from the horror on the ground. Instead, they were singing and dancing, and looked very prosperous.

Gin and the others did not pay attention to those who were dancing and singing, but followed a man into the deep room. At this time, a man with a scar on his face was sitting in the room. He held a cigar in his hand and held a voluptuous black beauty beside him.

"Gin, you're late today!" The man looked at the gin and vodka who came in, and knocked the ash from his cigar.

"Yeah." Gin sat across from the man, ignoring the cigar box the man handed over, but took out the cigarette in his arms and started smoking, "Let's start!"

After listening to Gin's words, Vodka placed the box he had been holding on the table and opened the box's code. When the lid popped open, there were two or three thin pieces of paper inside, and there was a cannonball next to it.

"This is a drawing of a new type of artillery shell, as well as instructions for use. Its range can reach 320km, which is greater than the range of ordinary artillery shells. Its accuracy can reach more than 90%, and its kill rate...

This is the shell. You can try it out first. Other shells are still on the way. As for the price, just stick to what was said in the past. "Vodka said while demonstrating to everyone.

"There is no problem with the shells, and the price is no problem. Give us 200 here first. If there are missiles, we will also want them here. The farther the range, the better, and the greater the power, the better." The leader nodded. As long as there is no problem with the shells, That money is a trivial matter, now money is the least valuable thing here.

"Okay." Gin nodded, and then put out the cigarette in his cup.

"Why are you leaving so soon? Why don't you continue playing for a while? We are full of beauties of all types." The leader asked with a smile, a hint of ridicule on his face.

"No." Gin shook his head, not to mention that he didn't like playing these games before. Even if he liked it, he wouldn't be here, let alone these people.