Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

After escaping from the window of the stairwell under the cover of smoke bombs, Shinhan did not immediately retreat, but hung in an ambush in a corner that was not easily noticed.

　　 The confrontation with that guy would be too ugly if he ended up with an injury.

　　 With Nobuhira's understanding of Akai Hideichi, he probably never thought that he would keep one hand.

　　 As long as you try to suppress the killing intent that rises up around you, reduce your sense of existence, don't deliberately look at Akai Shuichi, let alone direct your gun at him, you can avoid triggering the alertness of an excellent sniper.

　　 The sniper’s perception of danger is often strong enough to pervert. Shinshige was able to dodge bullets that hit the vital part before, thanks to this sixth sense. He didn't want to stumble in this regard.

　　 successfully attacked Shuichi Akai, and after forcibly pulled back a round, Nobuhira was not in love with him, so he went straight into the back alley and got into the car that the organization came to meet.

　　 The driver was a member of an organization whom Xinfan did not know. Belmode was sitting in the co-pilot, and seeing him in the car, the woman smiled mysteriously.

　　 "I heard gunshots, so?"

　　 "So Hideo Akai got a shot in the shoulder, and he won't be able to raise any storms in a short time." Xin Fan put away the gun, leaned on his seat, and said in a deep voice.

　　 At that time, Akai Hideichi was unprepared. According to Nobuhira's idea, he actually wanted to shoot Akai Hideichi in the same position as his left arm.

　　 But that would be a bit too deliberate. It's easy for Belmode to suspect that he did this on purpose. After all, since you can aim at the arm, why not just kill Shuichi Akai directly?

　　 Shoulder is a more suitable choice.

　　 Because this is often the place where the opponent can get hurt after subconsciously avoiding.

　　 Belmode didn't doubt it, she just showed an expression that she didn't know whether it was gratified or regrettable.

　　 "I thought that if it were you, maybe that person could tell me here." She reminded me similarly, "The medical kit is under the seat."

　　 Xinfan took off the strips of cloth on his arms that had been broken away, revealing the blood-sparkling wound. He poured some alcohol on it for disinfection, and then wrapped it up with a clean medical bandage.

　　 then said: "Send me to the airport."

　　 Belmode raised his eyes unexpectedly and looked at Xinfan who was sitting behind from the rear mirror: "The wound on your arm needs further treatment."

　　 "It is a penetrating injury, there is no need to take out the bullet, and there is no problem with the security check." Xin Fan explained, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

　　 Belmode smiled softly: "Really a desperate guy."

　　 And Xinfan's call has been connected, and the cold and deep voice of Gin Wine can be heard over there: "So you are still alive, Mezcal."

　　 Shinhan's tone is very brisk: "The mission on the American side has been completed smoothly, and I am preparing to return to Japan.

　　 "I called you to ask, do I still need to go for the 400 million yen?"

　　 "No." Gin said in a bad tone, "I will be with vodka."

　　 Xinfan raised his eyebrows, with a smile in his eyes: "Well, you didn't let me go, but I was not lazy."

　　 Ginjiu didn't answer, but he was obviously in a bad mood, and he unilaterally cut off the call.

　　...

　　 Really, hang up his phone again!

　　...

　　 "Is it gin?"

　　 "Yeah." Xinfan nodded, and said indifferently, "On the plane before, he sent me a lot of emails and didn't receive a reply. I guess he was angry."

　　 Belmode smiled: "It is dangerous not to reply to the gin's news. If you are not careful, you will be suspected of being a traitor."

"What about doubt?" Xinfan leaned against the car door, in a nonchalant tone, "I belong to that gentleman directly, and I'm not in his control. Even if Gin gets evidence of the so-called traitor, he has to ask that gentleman first. To do it."

　　 "That said, is this the source of your confidence?"

　　 Xinfan did not reply. He dialed another number. This time it was to the instrument dealer who had arranged: "Well, it's me. Could you please send someone to bring the purchase agreement to Los Angeles World Airport."

　　 After talking about all the things and details that need to be resolved in the United States, Xinfan put away his phone, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes slightly.

　　 The pain of being pierced by the bullet on his left arm is numb, and I basically don’t feel it at all now.

　　 The previous calculations about the location of the gunshot wounds may not be hidden from Akai Hideichi. But to be honest, even if he really aimed at that guy's head or heart at the time, he might be spotted by the other party instead.

　　 If you can't steal the chicken, but Hide Akai seizes the opportunity to fight back, then... it's very interesting.

　　 As for whether Akai Hideichi will doubt his intentions, there is no need to worry. If Hideichi Akai suspects that he is an undercover agent, or a member with an ambiguous attitude towards the organization, that guy will never reveal anything.

　　 Everyone is a red party after all. As we all know, in Conan's world, the identity between the red parties is not a secret. But the problem is that this kind of openness is really fine.

　　 Gin wine is really difficult.

　　 Xinfan thought all the way, but fell asleep in the car.

　　Although the vigilance that has been maintained can make him wake up before danger comes, but to fall asleep is to fall asleep. This behavior of falling asleep in a strange vehicle in a strange country is still strange.

　　 Belmode almost stared at him all the way through the rearview mirror.

　　 "We're here, can I put Mezcal here?" The member who was the driver lowered his voice somehow. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Belmode made a silent gesture. She got off the car lightly and walked around to Xinfan's side. Reach out and squeeze it to his cheek.

　　 Shinshige opened his eyes.

　　 Belmode stopped.

　　 The two looked at each other for five seconds.

　　 "Belmode."

　　 Xinfan smiled, those smiling eyes were extremely deep, like a pool of rotten and smelly stagnant water but rippled.

　　 He took Belmode's half-stretched hand, held it and stroked his face.

　　 The corners of his mouth seem to be smiling but not smiling: "Touch it as you want, sneaking and twisting like an underage girl."

　　 The palm of the hand feels warm and soft, real skin.

　　 So this face turned out to be Mezcal’s true face?

　　 Belmod's expression was a little tranced, and those aqua-green eyes were as beautiful as amber, reflecting the face of the man in front of him.

　　 Yes, Mezcal, she remembered him.

　　 Few people can make such a deep impression on Belmode at the first meeting. Not only did that guy not get molested, but he came to tease her instead.

　　 "I'm leaving." Xinfan let go of Belmode's hand, and left the car without hesitation, and walked towards the departure level of the airport.

　　 Belmode straightened up, looked at the man's leaving back, and suddenly said to himself:

　　 "It seems that Japan has a lot of interesting people, shouldn't it be time to go there to join in the fun?" She quickly shook her head and denied, "Shirley is now being reused, at least wait for her..."

　　 The curvature of Belmode's mouth deepened, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

　　 At the same time, the figure she had been paying attention to also disappeared into the crowd.