Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Zuo Ye glanced at Suzuki Sonoko, who clasped his hands together after finishing the science popularization, blushing. Even if he didn't ask, he could probably imagine what kind of bloody plot the other party was imagining.

This guy's nympho attribute seems to be becoming more and more obvious.

And before, he seemed to be particularly interested in his vest, but in a blink of an eye he thought of a thief again, really...

Zuo Ye secretly shook his head with emotion.

"By the way, as long as you participate in this commission, senior, even if you fail to catch the Kaitou Kidd, I can still give you 300 million commission fees. If you catch him, then I will give you ten times as much!"

However, just a second before Zuo Ye was about to refuse, Suzuki Sonoko suddenly stated the amount of her commission fee, causing Zuo Ye's voice to snap back into his throat, and he held the other party's hand with a serious face.

"Leave this to me and you can rest assured!"

It's a fool to have money but not make money. If you catch it, it will be 3000 million. Even if Zuo Ye worked hard in the organization and kept doing tasks, and counting the salary of another job, now he only has nine people. Just a few deposits.

What's more, if you can't catch it, there are still 300 million, which can be used as sightseeing!

But then again.

Zuo Ye knew that Suzuki Sonoko's family was rich, but how rich was it?

A second generation is worth tens of millions, so how much is the family property?

Could it be that he is a prodigal son who has no money when he goes there, and what he said just now is just a empty promise, right?

But before Zuo Ye opened his mouth to test, his cell phone rang suddenly.

Is this ringtone a... work number?

Zuo Ye raised his eyebrows in surprise. Could it be that there is a new mission?

Generally speaking, if the organization has a task, Gin will directly send an email to deal with it, and will not choose to call, unless there is something urgent.

After Zuo Ye glanced at the calling number on his mobile phone, he unexpectedly discovered that this number was someone he didn't know at all.

What's the situation, are there already harassing phone calls now?

Considering the nature of this work number, Zuo Ye still connected the phone and put it to his ear.

In just a few seconds, Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko could clearly feel that Zuo Ye's face became ugly.

What's wrong?

"Well, I'll be right there."

Zuo Ye hung up the phone and looked at Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko: "Sorry, I need to deal with something."

Sonoko Suzuki knew almost without asking that Zuo Ye must be in a hurry, and the matter of entrusting the other party to capture the Kaitou Kidd was probably in vain, so he just nodded in response.

Soon, Zuo Ye came to Mihua Hospital with an umbrella.

As soon as he entered the third floor of the inpatient department, the noise that was completely opposite to the silence of other floors came to his face.

Zuo Ye glanced at the unscrupulous teenagers who kept shoving and shoving with a few policemen in front of the passage, slightly lowered some passerby hats, passed through the crowd, came to a corner in the middle of the corridor, and quickly switched to a black death vest.

And at the door of a ward at the end of the corridor, the yellow-haired and unhealthy face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping water.

"how is the situation."

The yellow-haired bad boy turned his head abruptly, and his face looked a little better when he saw Zuo Ye.

"Boss."

Zuo Ye glanced at the inside of the ward through the glass of the ward's door. Lying on several beds should be members of the Black Grim Reaper who had just put on hospital clothes but had not changed their hairstyle.

six people.

"It's a member of the Yingjiang gang."

Huang Fabu quickly explained the situation: "It was done by people from the Yingjiang gang. In fact, the other party had already approached our people two days ago, saying that they wanted to meet and chat with you, boss, probably because they wanted to incorporate us."

"In the beginning, they only had a little friction with our people, and we didn't pay attention to it. Who knew that the other party would be cruel today. The doctor said that these brothers would not be able to get out of bed for at least half a year."

Chapter 150 You Tell Me To Be Careful Of A Delinquent Boy?

Shadow River Gang...

Zuo Ye squinted his eyes, and quickly found information related to these three words in his mind.

One of the three major underworld organizations of Neon, Tokyo can also be regarded as their sphere of influence.

Compared with the Sanhuahui that Zuo Ye faced before, although the Yingjiang Gang also belongs to the echelon of the first-class clubs in China, if it can be summed up in one sentence, the reason why the Sanhuahui is first-class is because it is just First-class, and the Yingjiang gang is first-class because the highest is first-class.

One is the first and second, and the other is the echelon of the first and second.

The two are at the same level, but they belong to the upper and lower limits of this level.

Is such a big society actually eyeing the black god of death?

Zuo Ye frowned slightly, he was a little unspeakably displeased that someone was playing tricks on his own tools and people, and took extraordinary measures after the attempt failed.

In fact, because Zuo Ye brainwashed these tools and people when he dealt with the Black Dragon Society before, the members of the Black Death God did not cause less trouble during this period.

He punishes the wicked everywhere in the name of being a chivalrous hero, and of course there will inevitably be some hard stubble.

It's just that the black god of death is not a soft persimmon after all, so even if you encounter some members of the extreme organization, it's not a big problem, just use the crowd tactics.

And the members of the Black Death are not fools, they know very well which heroes can do it and which ones can't fight righteously, and they have always avoided big hands like the Shadow River Gang.

But I didn't expect that the black god of death would not trouble the other party, but the other party took the initiative to find him.

Zuo Ye squinted his eyes, the more he thought about it, the more unpleasant he became.

"The medical expenses will be collected at the gathering place later. In addition, find out the current location of those members of the Yingjiang Gang. No, tell them directly. I want to talk to them tomorrow night."

Bad yellow hair nodding should be.

At least tens of millions of medical expenses and nutritional expenses, plus Suzuki Sonoko's commission fee, this is a double loss.

But at least the trip wasn't completely in vain.

Zuo Ye rushed to the hospital in such a hurry, of course, it was not entirely because he was so worried about the lives of the tool people, but after learning about it from the phone, the system sent a task trigger prompt.

[Please get rid of the Yingjiang gang's coveting of the tool people, you can get 47 enhancement points after completing the task, the remaining time of the task - 31:08:[-]].

Now it's not just for personal revenge, but for the mission.

Zuo Ye ignored the fact that the system also put the term "tool man" on the surface, twisted his neck, went back to the corner where there was no one, switched back to the body vest wearing a passerby hat, and left the hospital.

……

The next night, in an abandoned factory in Tokyo, except for a few people who could not be present, the remaining nearly [-] Black Death members all gathered together.

Zuo Ye sat on some abandoned pipes, silently waiting for the arrival of the Yingjiang gang.

"Hey, yo, such a big battle, it's really scary."

A frivolous voice came, and Zuo Ye looked up. A young man in a suit was walking into the center with about twenty or thirty young men who looked capable of fighting, under the eyes of many members of the Black Death open space.

"You are Black Death, the leader of this group of little Karami?"

The young man put his hands in his pockets and grinned at Zuo Ye: "It's the first time we met, I'm the son of the third leader of the Yingjiang gang. My father said that you have great potential, and I want you to do things for us. We can't do without you. Why? So, think about it?"

Zuo Ye looked at the young man expressionlessly, and jumped down from the pipe: "So, is this your father's idea?"

The smile on the young man's face suddenly turned cold: "Are you asking my teacher for a crime with your tone of voice?"

The young man glanced at the members of the Black Death who had begun to crowd around him, and smiled contemptuously: "You don't think that our Yingjiang gang is the same as the Black Dragon Society you have dealt with before, and will be killed by you group of young men with hairy hair Are you kidding me?"

"Let's not say it's a full-scale war, even the dozens of top-notch thugs of the Yingjiang Gang behind me are enough to easily kill thousands of you. Why are you crazy with me!?"

Looking at Zuo Ye who still had no movement in his eyes, the young man showed a ferocious smile.

To be honest, as the son of the third leader of the Yingjiang gang, the young man is used to being arrogant, but he didn't really think that only 30 to [-] people could fight tens of thousands of people.

Judging from the youth's experience, one thousand is just bragging, and it would be great if you could beat hundreds of them at most.

And the biggest reason why the young man is still so arrogant in front of Zuo Ye despite knowing it well is because of what his father said a few days ago when he received this task.

"... Be cautious. The Black Reaper is not an ordinary runaway organization, especially their boss, so be more careful."

This originally came from a boss to his subordinates, but also from a father to his son.

But in the ears of young people, it has a different taste.

Be careful?

Care who?

Who should be careful?

He, the leader of a top neon underworld organization, was actually told to be careful of a delinquent boy who was at most a high school student?

Who is this looking down on! ?

The young man stared fiercely at Zuo Ye. He was not worried about a fight, rather he hoped for a fight so that he could take this opportunity to frustrate the opponent.

At that time, if I go back with a submissive black god of death, my father will definitely look at me with admiration!

As for whether there would be any danger in the fight, the young man didn't think so.

Although it is said that twenty or thirty super thugs can't beat tens of thousands of people, but if you want to break out with yourself, isn't that a simple matter?

Even if this black death can fight, can it be better than the super thugs behind him?

This is not the first time the young man has participated in gang fights. He has a lot of experience in this kind of thing, so there is no need to worry about it.

And it's really not a kind of arrogance for young people-after all, what adult would be afraid of a kindergarten child?

The gap between the Neon Pole and the evil cannot be easily bridged, let alone a top club like the Shadow River Gang?

It's just a bunch of rabble, as long as the leader can be taken down, the remaining little brats will naturally become obedient.

The youth originally thought so.

It was only at the moment when the young man in the special attack suit really moved, that the young man realized how outrageous his mistake was.

"boom!

! ”

Zuo Ye shot without hesitation, and almost instantly crossed the distance of several meters between him and the young man. Before the thugs behind the young man had time to react, their fists had already landed on the young man's face, directly distorting the other's face , the soles of his feet left the ground, and after rolling 720 degrees in the air, he fell heavily on the ground a few meters away.

Then the wailing sounded.

"Ahhh, you trash, kill him for me, kill him for me!