[Conan] Days at the Distillery Technical School

Gin threw a new trash to the new training ground instructor. Two days later, the instructor carefully wrote an email to Gin. The wording was extremely cautious. But I really can't afford this uncle.

Ah.

Gin sneered, put out the cigarette butt, turned around and let Vodka drive to the rookie training ground in Chiba County.

He watched from the sidelines for a while.

The black hair is slightly curled naturally, the eyebrows are thick, and half of the face is buried in the sniper.gun.Finally, align your eyes with the scope and pull down the trigger.machine.

Accurate hit from six hundred yards.

Is this the level that a novice who has just learned sniping for two days can achieve?If he hadn't tried it himself, the woman named Tomo Fujima was really so incompetent two days ago that she could only go to the construction site to move bricks. Perhaps he should now suspect that this is an undercover agent sent by some country.

Gin narrowed his eyes slightly.

Cohen and Chianti, who have practiced hard for many years and still have a maximum range of [-] yards, can throw.

"Go on." He dropped his snipe at that one.said the girl with the gun.

Maybe it's a genius, let's see if this genius can continue to improve.

She waved her hand: "wait for me."

As he spoke, he took out a pack of Kitkat chocolate wafer sticks in a red package from his pocket, unpacked them, crunched them, and finished biting the chocolate bars in two or three bites.

He took out another plastic bag from his pocket, carefully put the packing bag into the bag, tied the mouth of the bag, and stuffed it back into the pocket.

Qin Jiu signaled her to continue to improve her sniping practice.range.

She put her hands on top of her head for a few seconds, and then said to Gin with an apologetic expression: "I've just practiced sniping here today, and my head is starting to feel hot."

The CPU is hot?

Gin stood up: "Combat Arena."

The new instructor not only taught her to snipe, but also taught her to fight.

Fujima Satoshi's eyes widened: "Do you still want to fight?"

"Why, didn't you learn?"

"How can it be?" She reached into her pocket again and took out a corn stick: "I'm just a little hungry."

It looks like a little squirrel crunching a corn stick.

Qin Jiu let out a sneer, and walked straight to the direction of the fighting field, and she quickly followed while nibbling corn sticks.

"Clothes changed," he glanced at her black sweater with zipper pockets and overalls with several large pockets.

Fujima put his hand into the pocket of the sweater in a bit of embarrassment, took out a chocolate ball, tore off the aluminum paper and put it in his mouth, before changing his clothes reluctantly.

The red vest is tucked into the blue trousers, and the socks are bright yellow, the whole Armenia.country.flag.

Qin Jiu sneered again.

Although the exposed arms are thin and thin, their lines are smooth, and their body is thin but compact and stylish. It seems that they are still moving bricks at ordinary times, but their taste in choosing fighting clothes is not very good.

It was the new instructor who was fighting her, a 30-year-old man with strength and experience, at his strongest age.

The whistle blew, and the woman with her black curly hair tied up bent down to avoid the instructor's unprepared kick when she came up, and her movements were a little awkward.

He was at a disadvantage when he first arrived, so weak that he couldn't look directly at him.

That's right, two days ago he was a weakling who hadn't even learned the most common karate, taekwondo.

A straight punch came, but she stretched out her hand to push the fierce fist. What an idiot act of beating an egg against a rock. The instructor was stunned for a moment, but he groaned because of the heavy blow from his abdomen.Dude, wait for him here, distract him with actions that look like fools, and then strike at the opportunity.

The punch in the middle of the abdomen made the situation worse on the field. Tengma Satoshi, who was passively dodging, seized the opportunity of the instructor's humming and chirping to attack him fiercely, one after another, before she had time to react, she turned around and swung her legs to hang him on the ground.

The 30-year-old instructor knocked her face on the ground. She half-kneeled to hold the instructor down, and turned to Gin: "Stop, stop, I can't hold it anymore!"

Gin didn't make things difficult for her either.

Even if one can accurately judge the opponent's move and use the most suitable counter move, lack of strength is a weakness.

"Strength training to keep up."

He glanced at the black curly-haired woman who was unpacking nut bars and frowned.

He grabbed her wrist, twisted it lightly, and took the nut stick out of her hand. He pushed the hand holding her wrist, and looked down at her who was pressed against the wall: "Trash."

The new instructor is even more trash and can be thrown away.

Fujima Satoshi just watched the nut stick in his hand disappear before his eyes,

Is there such a bully?She just entered Novice Village!Is it really good to come to Xinshou Village Tu Mengxin with braised big wings?

Gin's dark green eyes watched indifferently as she also reached out to grab the nut stick in his hand. He didn't exert any strength or resist, and let her perfectly reproduce the series of actions he had just done.

This time the situation turned around, and the one pressed against the wall was replaced by gin with silver hair and black clothes.

"Well done." Qin Jiu praised lightly.

Whether it's sniping practice, fighting training, or grabbing snacks now, he understands that this woman is a genius who can perfectly reproduce other people's movements after seeing it once.

The ability to learn and imitate is superb.

Tomo Fujima laughed, let go of his hand, and unwrapped the nut bar wrapping paper: "Thank you!"

It was obvious that this murderous-looking guy was teaching her new moves.

Gin adjusted his collar, and brushed off the dust on his coat: "Eat less."

He didn't have any complaints about geniuses, but if she ate like this frequently during the mission, I'm afraid the police would follow the food residue on the scene and find her on the next day.

"It can't be blamed on me - I'm too smart, my body and mind are exhausted, and my battery will run out the next second I don't eat." She explained helplessly.

The sky is big and the earth is big, eating is important.

Gin recalled the scent he smelled on her when he got close to her just now, and sneered: "Then you can't change both the shampoo and shower gel to lychee flavor."

Fujima Zhi was speechless, she was amazed by the sensitivity of this man's nose.

... As for the lychee-flavored shampoo and body wash, don't blame her. It was really that series of shampoo and body wash that hit her first. What kind of food aroma should they put on the shelf to seduce her?

...

When leaving the training ground, Fujima Satoshi met a young man with blond hair and dark skin.

The other party glanced at her, but couldn't see the expression.

She blinked and didn't say hello.

This is Jiang Guling, the senior public security officer who came in to organize an undercover agent. He must have learned that the new undercover agent sent by the police is her.At the stage where there is no intersection, I dare not make friends with people casually, so as not to arouse suspicion from others.

Just as they passed by, the blond youth stopped: "Wait a minute."

Fujima Satoshi stood still and turned to look at him.

The blond young man frowned and pointed to her overalls: "The pocket is leaking."

What a shock!

She slowly lowered her head to look at her trousers, and sure enough there were some thread ends in the pocket next to the right knee, and when she looked down again, there was indeed a hole!

What is the food in the right knee pocket?Her mind was running fast, and she finally remembered: it was the small package of Mai Lisu!

Fujima Satoshi reached into the pocket with a pale face.

Sure enough, there were only two sugar-packed Mai Lisu left.

Shocks ran over her head, and her head ached uncontrollably. She put one hand on her temple, and cold sweat began to break out on her forehead.

Sure enough, the headache recurred after being extremely tired and mentally stimulated.

The blond young man was taken aback, and took a step towards her: "Are you all right?"

She gritted her teeth: "It's okay, just a little dizzy."

More than a little dizzy, it hurts!After training intensively for a long time and losing Mai Lisu, her avatar is about to explode under the double stimulation!

She couldn't move her legs anymore, so she squatted down slowly, covering her head with her hands.

The blond young man frowned unconsciously, approached her, and knelt down: "Go to the hospital."

His eyes were dim.

The newly sent undercover agent was suspected by the organization as soon as he arrived, and he was given some kind of medicine, right?

...

hospital.

The blond young man supported Fujima Tomo slowly out of the revolving door of the hospital.

"Everyone says I'm fine, I'm born with a congenital disease." Satoshi Fujima shrugged helplessly, "There is always a price to pay for being too smart."

Amuro laughed out loud, but looked at her with worry in his eyes.

I don't know what the people above thought, but they actually sent such a little girl undercover?There is no special agent background, a blank sheet of paper, and a fatal congenital disease.

Let her die? !He was almost a little angry.

"What happened to your pants?" Amuro asked.

Tomo Fujima was a little embarrassed: "... Blame me, blame me, these pants are indeed several years old, they should be broken."

There are so many things to be installed every day, it should be broken.

"...Don't you have money to buy a new one?" Toru Amuro looked a little delicate.

Couldn't it be because of being poor that you were coerced and lured by the superiors to send you in?

Tomo Fujima smiled embarrassedly: "Ha, that's right, all the money I earned was spent on food..."

It's not the problem of being poor, the problem is that she only remembers to buy food and forgets to buy clothes.

The author has something to say:

Scotland and Bourbon: ...How do you feel that the role positioning has moved from "undercover senior" to "male mother"?

My daughter is poor, my daughter is hungry, but that doesn't prevent her from being handsome!