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

Chapter 617 Unpacking Gifts

Cup door, near a small park in disrepair.

The gentle-looking member of the organization, Grenz, stood beside a pitch-black car, leaning against a utility pole. He bounced a coin with a diameter of nearly three centimeters with his thumb, turned his palm up to catch it, and repeated this process over and over again. action.

The car was some distance away from him, and there was only one person sitting in the back seat—a woman with short blonde hair.

At this moment, Grenz's appearance was completely gone from the restrained and introverted face of Gin and the others at the base, with a lazy face and a yawn.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he took out a mobile phone from his wide pocket. After checking the content of the text message he just sent, his eyes became brighter, and he laughed out loud:

"Pino, Claret, people are coming!"

There was a hint of madness in his voice.

Gin was right, there were indeed a lot of lunatics in the organization.

However, those who are stunned are afraid of being crazy, those who are crazy are afraid of being crazy, and those who are crazy are afraid of being mentally abnormal——

I saw a driver hiding in the bushes suddenly poked his head out with a serious face: "Gruntz, you made a mistake."

Grenz paused: "What?"

"There is no door here, so how can people get in? If they want to get in, they get in the car!" Pino, or Shang Chuan said justly.

Grenz: "..."

I didn't feel like talking, and almost forgot that the people over at Gin were abnormal.

Clarett on the opposite side: "..."

It should be a fight soon, right?Why can't she feel a little nervous?

But Grenz couldn't hold back the silence, "Isn't the car door a door?"

The momentum cannot be let down.

Shangchuan Leoping was also taken aback. He probably didn't expect Grenz's rebuttal to be so well-founded, but within a second, he figured it out: "It's the door, but if you open the door, don't you also get in the car?"

Grenz: "..." Damn it, it makes sense.

Clarett: "..." Although but... Shouldn't they be ready to welcome them instead of chatting here?
The communication ended completely when Grenz stopped talking with Shang Chuan.

They finally checked the situation of the nearby members, gestured to the high-rise building in the distance, and after making sure that the arrangement was correct, they just stood on the left and right sides of the car carelessly, separated by a little distance, and did not hide their purpose of waiting for them at all.

It can be regarded as unscrupulous.

—Yes, that’s right, they were just fishing…but.

What can we do with them?

What's more, it's not a group of people caught this time, it's just one...

"Bam—!!"

"what!"

While Grenz was restless, a loud noise interrupted his thoughts.

There were also screams from buildings not far away...

A bullet hit the hood of the car at the same time, but the bullet seemed to be affected by an external force when it was fired, and the angle was a bit weird.

The gunshots and the screams were basically in the same direction, probably because some residents were frightened when they heard the gunshots.

However, none of the three of them ignored another 'click' sound coming from a distance.

Someone helped them take out the snipers who tried to deal with them.

Grenz glanced at the car hood that was less than one meter away from him, with a dent in it. There was no movement in his eyes, and he just calmly threw out his pistol, "Here we come."

Kamikawa Ryohei and Claret also took out their pistols at the same time.

The three of them each found a nearby bunker, quietly waiting for the prey to come.

And the sky that was originally clear, unexpectedly turned into dark clouds that were about to fall, making people breathless...

The black car was facing an alleyway.

A figure was moving quickly along the base of the wall, and soon came to the entrance of the alley.

It's just that the visitor stood still at the intersection, and didn't take another step forward. Instead, he looked at the familiar figure in the car, raised his pistol, and pointed at——

"call out--"

The pistol was fitted with a silencer and didn't make too much noise.

But it's so hard to die, this bullet pierced through the hood that had been dented in one place with incomparable precision.

--boom! !
It probably hit the fuel tank, and the front of the black car exploded, bursting into flames.

"……what?"

Grenz hid behind the old telephone booth on the side of the road, was taken aback for a moment, and then realized, "Pino!"

"Oh!"

He was answered by gunfire from another direction.

There is no doubt that it was Uekawa Leoping who fired the gun.

It's just that the speed of the people coming was really fast, and Shangchuan Liaoping was taken aback by the sudden explosion of the hood. He didn't aim at all when he fired the gun, and could only watch helplessly as a figure rushed towards the back seat of the car as quickly as the wind... …

Not to mention that the distance between the car and the entrance of the alley was not even 30 meters, and people almost got into the car at once.

Shangchuan Liaoping immediately cursed: "What a ghost! Is this person too slippery?"

His cursing was not heard by the other two 'companions' who were tens of meters apart.

Clarett and Uekawa Ryohei were on both sides of the alley just now, just unable to aim at the target standing at the alley, but then they were both attracted by the exploding hood and lost the best time to aim.

But Grenz, who was closest to the detonation point, was full of morbid excitement in his eyes.

"Akai Shuichi...you can't escape!"

He was the only one who received the text message and the only member of the organization who knew the specific identity of the 'fish' caught.

Killing traitors is what every organization member loves to do!

In order to avoid the second explosion of the vehicle affecting himself, he deliberately moved away from the car for a certain distance, then quickly raised his hand, and fired five shots into the back seat.

Even though the back seat couldn't see anything clearly through the glass window, Grenz seemed very confident—not the kind of self-confidence that hit every shot, but the kind of evil taste that was convinced that the other party could only escape in his hands.

After firing the gun, he mercilessly replaced the magazine with four bullets left and installed a new one.

But right now...

The car's half-shattered rear door was suddenly kicked out.

Grenz was startled, and hurriedly stepped back several steps, but he still couldn't help being scratched by the side of the car door.

In the car, Akai Hideichi rolled over from the back seat in a little embarrassment, with some blood stains on his body - but it wasn't his own.

His eyes were filled with nameless anger, and he hugged the bruised Judy tightly, raised the gun with one hand, and pointed it at Grenz's head in front of him.

The latter suddenly felt a strong palpitation, and an exaggerated smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The action of standing upright was suddenly interrupted, and he let his inertia to avoid obstacles just now drag him backwards...

--call out!

The bullets flying from the muzzle of the gun failed to hit the opponent, which made Akai Shuichi's pupils twitch and the corners of his eyes twitched.

He saw this member of the organization propped on the ground with a crazy smile, and the pistol was aimed at him...

Akai Hideichi made a decisive decision, exerted force on his feet, and rushed sideways forward.

(End of this chapter)