Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 53 Do you know who is sitting in my car!

"One hundred thousand yuan, right?" Lin Feng confirmed again holding the note in his hand.

The address and phone number of Professor Hirota of Nanyang University was written on the note Mingmei handed him.

"Haha..." Conan looked at the man in black in front of him and nodded speechlessly.

Miss Mingmei and Haiyuan escaped safely from the organization.

People related to them will be under strict surveillance.

This kind of thing can only be handled easily if Lin Feng wears the vest of the Dark Knight.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Lin Feng said something, showed a bright smile, adjusted the voice-changing mask to the cold male voice he usually used, then put on the mask and sunglasses, stepped out of the door with long legs.

"One hundred thousand yuan..." Xiao Ai stood by the window with her little hands behind her back, looking at the figure escaping into the dark night.

Does this repairman really know what he is doing?

"Don't worry." The doctor walked to Xiao Ai and said with a smile while holding the coffee.

Xiao Ai didn't speak, her face was calm, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Conan crossed his legs and sat on the sofa, staring at the death toll on the newspaper seriously.

Mingmei was wearing an apron, her chin was set, and she had a smile on her face. She kept looking back and forth between the two little adults, Conan and Xiao Ai.

……

"A floppy disk with photos? Who are you?" Professor Hirota asked in confusion.

Lin Feng looked up and saw a few gangsters who kept looking at him outside the phone booth and said nonchalantly: "I am a friend of Miyano Akemi."

"Are you Mingmei's friend? I do have all the photos I took while traveling with my classmates." Professor Hirota said, paused, and took out a floppy disk from the drawer.

"However, there seems to be a rather strange floppy disk involved in it."

"I'll pick up the floppy disk later." Lin Feng said and hung up the phone.

Then, he looked at the few people who cautiously walked to the door.

"Who are you?"

In the dim alley, Lin Feng's cold voice sounded, and the strong pressure made several gangsters sweat.

"Big, big brother!"

The leader was a short-haired young man who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. He bowed and shouted loudly.

With him taking the lead, the other three people behind him also bent down, all at a standard ninety degrees.

Lin Feng stared at them without speaking.

Including the guys in front of me, there seemed to be a lot of strange people wandering the streets in Miwa Town today.

"Please accept this!" The short-haired young man took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Lin Feng with both hands.

Lin Feng glanced at the content on the note and said, "I understand, let your people go home honestly."

"Yes!"

The short-haired young man shouted loudly, not even daring to raise his head from beginning to end.

It wasn't until Lin Feng's footsteps completely disappeared in the alley that he dared to straighten up and wipe the sweat off his face.

Both sides are big shots who can't afford to offend, so it's not easy to be a messenger.

Two and a half hours later.

Lin Feng arrived in Shizuoka Prefecture, near Professor Hirota's residence.

He parked his car in a very remote place and chose to walk to the other party's home.

……

"I'm from an insurance company. I want to explain to you about our company's new insurance. I don't know if it's inconvenient tonight, but I'll call again."

In a black car parked on the roadside, Vodka was sitting in the back seat, using a suitcase-sized, boxy instrument to change his voice and leave a message on the phone to someone. He had been working as a driver for Gin all year round, and when he went out to perform tasks alone, he finally became a driver.

The young man sitting in the driver's seat, wearing white gloves and black sunglasses with a nervous face, is a peripheral member of the organization.

"Don't be nervous. When I kill this person, I will say a few good words to you." Vodka said, lighting a cigarette.

After the woman escaped, the organization has been busy cleaning up everyone or everything related to her in the past few days.

Masami Hirota, a professor at Nanyang University, is one of the targets.

Of course, appropriate pua is also necessary.

"Yes!" the driver replied respectfully.

The man behind him is not a small person, he must be carefully served.

"How long have you been a member of the organization?" Vodka took out a pistol from his arms, examined it carefully, and asked casually.

"Two years and five months!" the driver replied, sitting up straight and holding the steering wheel with both hands without moving his head.

"It will be two and a half years in one month?" Vodka took out the silencer and screwed it on the muzzle of the gun, preparing to let his younger brother use this gun to kill that professor.

Who in the organization has not come through this step by step?

Including myself, I don’t know how much effort I have put in to follow my eldest brother.

"Yes!" The driver nodded and suddenly frowned.

Since there were no street lights in this street and the car lights were not turned on, he could not see clearly. He could only vaguely see a dark figure coming from the opposite side.

"Then you..." Vodka was about to continue asking something when someone suddenly knocked on the driver's window.

"Clang clang clang!"

"If you don't want to die, get away from me!" The young driver lowered the window sensibly and said in a very arrogant tone with a cold face.

That’s right, you have to do this to conform to the temperament of the organization!

Although the other party was dressed in black, he looked very intimidating, a bit like someone from a recently popular urban legend.

But do you know who is sitting in my back seat?

Brother Vodka!
Thinking of this, the driver looked at the rearview mirror as if he were taking credit.

I want to see if the elder brother nods in agreement because of his sharp words.

"Hurry, drive quickly!" Vodka's hand holding the gun shook, and he shouted anxiously, while pointing the gun at the man in black outside the driver's window.

"Brother?" The driver turned his head, a little puzzled.

"state!"

Cold laughter sounded outside the window, and the man in black suddenly punched the driver as fast as lightning, hitting the driver's head directly.

Immediately afterwards, his figure moved quickly like a ghost, dodging a series of bullets.

Not having time to worry about whether the driver, who was lying on the steering wheel, was still alive, the vodka quickly emptied the pistol's bullets.

But unfortunately, the other party did not give him a chance to change the magazine.

The man in black flew up and kicked the window of the back seat.

Glass exploded.

The flying kick hit Vodka square in the head.

The huge force directly caused him to lose consciousness, and his body flew into the car door on the other side.

The man in black reached out and opened the car door from inside, then took off someone's sunglasses.

"hehe."

After he laughed, he left quickly without paying attention to the messy scene, and finally climbed over the wall and entered the yard of a certain house.

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