Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 527 The Sudden Assailant

Even if he didn't find anyone suspicious with his naked eyes, Angostella always believed in his intuition, and dragged Anderberg out of the restaurant without hesitation.

And when he came to the street, the feeling of being watched became stronger, and it was a little different from when he was in the restaurant just now.

"Is there more than one person?"

Angostella secretly speculated in her heart.

Ander Burgyomo, who was being dragged by him, also felt something, frowned indifferently, put his left hand in the satchel on his right waist calmly, and glanced around from the corner of his eye.

At this moment, it was probably because it was just after noon, and the location was relatively remote, so there was rarely a short period of vacuum among the pedestrians on the street.

"Have you found Laiyuan?"

After turning into a clothing store, Anderberg asked in a low voice.

"No." Angostella picked up a peaked cap and took out a knife, "There is no suspicious person following us within 100 meters... Either the opponent's tracking skills are very good, or someone is watching us from the commanding heights."

"The probability of a sniper is relatively high. There are four commanding heights within 500 meters that can be aimed at here." Anderberg silently pulled the hat selected by his teammates and put it back on the shelf. While talking, he took out a hat from his bag. Putting on a brown hat, he slapped his teammate on the head, "Put away the knife, that thing cannot replace money for payment."

Even if it's worth five hundred pounds.

Under the strange eyes of the clerk, Angostella was pushed out of the back door speechlessly.

——The shops on this street are open at both ends in order to increase the flow of customers.

"I'm here to prevent possible danger...Why are you wearing a hat when you go out?"

"It can be used for sun protection, it can also be used as a proper camouflage, and it can also prevent you from repeated shopping, which is very convenient."

After that, Anderberg took out another peaked cap and put it on himself.

"Isn't the hat a one-time consumable..." Angostella muttered, walking towards the block near the center.

Just after a few steps, they found that things were not simple:
——The feeling of being targeted not only did not subside, but became more and more obvious.

Angostella let out a 'tss', secretly saying something bad.

He figured he was getting closer to someone who was following...or targeting him.

However, his and Anderberg's expressions didn't change much, and they didn't even stop walking. They walked straight to places with little traffic, and at most they would raise their eyes at some corners to search for suspicious people in the distance.

"Stella, be careful."

Anderberg suddenly raised his head.

Angostella, who was reminded by his teammates, stopped quickly and felt a sense of crisis at the same time, and he was no stranger to this feeling...

...It's that feeling of being targeted!
but!
Just when Angostella was about to drag Anderberg to avoid it.

The sense of crisis suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, the billboard about one meter away was suddenly pierced by something through the fixing device. A crosswalk in a vacuum of no man's land at this moment.

The sudden turn of events made some passers-by on the street scream.

Although Angostella and Anderberg were stunned for a moment, the moment the fixed lock on the billboard was pierced, the two of them had already passed through a store quickly and came to a secluded narrow road.

"... Missed?"

Anderberg frowned slightly.

"It doesn't seem like it's missed... It gives us such an obvious feeling, it's definitely within [-] yards, only rookies can deviate from such a distance of one meter." Angostella bared his teeth, "And, it seems The person who shoots is not the one who threatens the most."

Anderberg walked in front, with a slightly dazed expression, "Who is that? Except for that—"

His words did not fall.

A sound of air breaking through the air almost instantly approached his head... Angostura next to him.

The astonishing momentum aroused the latter's conditioned reflex:

Angostella folded his right hand behind his back with an unreasonable movement and speed, and at the same time a small knife appeared in his hand strangely.

But less than a moment after the knife remained in his hand, it was thrown out by him, and collided with the weapon of the attacker behind, making an unusually crisp sound.

"laugh--"

next moment.

The throwing knife that was originally ejected by Angostura hit the weapon and was bounced away, and was quickly caught by Angostella in his hand, and then the opponent's weapon stabbed at him without hindrance...

Angostella turned around quickly, a throwing knife also appeared in his left hand, his hands crossed quickly, and an afterimage flashed in the air.

And this turning around not only allowed him to see clearly who the attacker was, but also made him go crazy for a moment——

"What the f**k! Are you sick!"

"……Ha ha."

The two "huh" words are quite ironic.

There is also a bit of contempt...

In addition, the opponent drew the knife without hesitation, and the figure turned sideways like a ghost, and the black blade attacked him again...

Angostella really became angry at this time, six or seven small knives flashed between his fingers, he was not afraid of the opponent at all, he directly grabbed the opponent's position, and rushed up at a speed not inferior to the opponent. Fight.

The white and black afterimages are intertwined in an instant.

The chaotic scene made Underberg dazzled - oh, and there was a touch of very shiny silver in it.

Clang——

Clang——

Clang——

"Grass! Don't hide if you have the seeds!"

"Why don't you try to hide?"

"Gin wine! I must report you for personal revenge!!"

"Ha ha……"

Underburger looked at the two ghost-like people flashing back and forth, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Without the shouts of his teammates, he could tell that the person who suddenly attacked his teammates was Gin Jiu.

Seeing that the battle did not affect him, but the two people who were already fighting fiercely had not stopped for 2 minutes...

Ever since, Anderberger stood a little further away, and then slowly took out a pistol from his bag.

open insurance.

Loaded.

Install the silencer.

aim.

--'call out! '

'click--'

'Ding - jingle~'

Angostella and Raider Gin both stopped.

The knives of the two people were still touching each other, but neither of them paid any attention to the other. They just turned their heads to look at a small round hole in the wall in silence, and then in unison rubbed a handful of hair on their foreheads and sniffed. smell.

Well, good, burnt.

"Hey! Amber, what are you doing? Is this bastard learning gin playing murder?" Angostella grinned.

"Sorry, I think you guys can still fight for a long time."

Anderberg apologized expressionlessly, but ignored his teammates at all.

He blew on the muzzle that was still smoking, and then he didn't care about the temperature on the muffler. He pulled it off with his bare hands and put it in his bag. He turned to look at someone: "Gin, why are you here?"

(End of this chapter)