Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 Hui Yuan Ai put down the tissue that wiped his mouth.

　　 Shinhan got up and settled the bill.

　　 The man in the van gave a sharp voice: "The target is out."

　　 Masan Supei finally tangled up with the fruit he wanted to buy, and he finally bought a lonely one.

　　 got into the car, Hui Yuanai calmly pointed out: "Their tracking technology is too bad."

　　 "It's not very professional." Xinfan nodded in agreement.

　　 Shiraz looked so obvious and wandered around them for nearly an hour. Even the owner of the fruit shop found that something was wrong, so he almost shot Shiraz out with a mop. The two people still didn't notice anything abnormal.

　　 "I believe what you said has nothing to do with the organization." Hui Yuanai breathed a sigh of relief, "You should be fine, right?"

　　 "Of course, you fasten your seat belts. I don't know if they will shoot fast and passionately on the streets of Tokyo as before."

Haibara Ai:"???"

　　 Although she didn't understand, she obediently followed Asano's words and fastened her seat belt.

　　 Isn’t it just racing, there is no one in the organization who doesn’t like racing, she's used to it a long time ago.

　　 On the way back, Xinfan always maintained a steady pace, and did not deliberately detour. Apart from canceling his trip to the supermarket, he hardly noticed the tracer.

　　The reason for canceling the supermarket trip was because Xinfan was worried that he would threaten the safety of other people. Otherwise, he still wants to buy some toast and yogurt.

　　 Passing through a desolate area, Hui Yuanai said nervously: "The place in front is very suitable for ambushing snipers."

　　 Shinhan's gaze also swept across several positions from time to time.

　　 However, until they passed the dangerous area smoothly, there was no bullet flying towards them.

　　咦, don't those killers actually have it? If the bomb plan fails, do you intend to continue the assassination?

　　 Shinshige drove into the limit of Makacho, Shiraz's voice came from the earphones:

　　 "They are on the phone, and may be about to act."

　　 "I see, you are responsible for continuing to follow, and keep an eye on people no matter what happens."

"Yes."

　　 Almost as soon as Sila's voice fell, the cells under Xinfan's body were clamoring for danger.

　　 His reaction was faster than his brain, and he immediately slammed the steering wheel, while leaning sideways to avoid bullets coming from afar.

　　 When the bullet was taken into the car body and shot through a hole in the car door, the thought that flashed through Xinfan's mind turned out to be: My car should be replaced again.

　　 Hui Yuanai was not idle either, she firmly grasped the handle above, her eyes looked in the direction where the bullet came from.

　　 "The sniper is on the top of the building at two o'clock. Turn left in front is the blind spot."

　　 Xinfan never even questioned the accuracy of this judgment, Huihara said so, and he did just that.

　　 The sound of gunshots ripped open the night with a very strong stance, but quickly fell into silence after the vehicle turned, as if it had never appeared before. The nearby residents may regard it as a dream, and the insiders will only remain silent about it. No one knows what happened tonight, and the hunters do not know that they are about to become prey.

　　 "I found the sniper! Their clothes are very familiar, I will send you the photo now!" Sila reported while following.

　　 Xinfan Tap the screen of the phone to zoom in on the photo sent by Shiraz.

　　 Huihara glanced at it, then frowned deeply: "I have seen this logo on the official website of Interpol."

　　 "Have you heard of EVIL?" Shinhan asked.

　　 "EVIL?" Huihara said in sorrow, "Are you talking about the American killer organization? Is it possible that the person who killed you was the killer of EVIL?"

Xin Fan shook his head, and said, "The bullet is 0.22 mm. The distance between us and the sniper is less than a hundred yards. The ballistic deviation is so large that the rifle used by the sniper is AR7. This easy-to-remove rifle is effective. The range is only fifty yards. A hundred yards or more requires superb technology."

　　 Hui Yuanwei doesn’t understand firearms, so he can’t understand, “Isn’t this EVIL’s usual weapon?”

"It used to be. Fifty years ago, AR7 was sought after by killers and the military for its convenient design and lightweight body, but soon its shortcomings were exposed." Xinfan drove away from AR7's range soon. Scope, "As far as I know, EVIL should have eliminated AR7 five years ago."

　　 Hui Yuanai immediately understood: "They may have been the killers of EVIL, and they have withdrawn from doing it alone in recent years. Maybe they are still under the name of EVIL, just secretly taking orders."

　　The larger the organization, the stricter the internal management. Killer organizations such as EVIL have a record of the use of every bullet and every gun. The killer can only use the AR7 that he retired before to take on private work.

　　 Xinfan said frankly: "I don't want to provoke EVIL, but if I only help them deal with a few stolen mice, it should be quite simple."

　　 Hui Yuanai looked at Xinfan seriously, and kept seeing Xinfan a little helpless. Then she said in a daze, "Brother Xinfan, you look really good like this."

　　 Shinshigensou: "What does it look like?"

"Just to mention something that is about to be done, that kind of self-confident look." Huihara murmured, "I even think you at night are the most arbitrary, don't worry about anyone else, don't worry about it. Things, do whatever you want, it’s really good."

　　 Compared to Nobuhiro Asano in the music classroom and Mori detective office during the day, Mezcal at night seems to be his truest side.

　　 Xinfan was stunned, and he looked at himself in the rearview mirror somewhat stunnedly.

　　 Ok~www.readwn.com~ He might have to admit that he was really happy just now. That is a kind of self-confidence in which everything is in control, and self-confidence always relaxes people.

　　 Shinhan suddenly realized that among the three identities of Asano Nobuhan, Mezcal, and Zhufu Jingguang, he was the most confident Mezcal, on the contrary.

　　 While he hates everything that Mezcal represents, he plays Mezcal with ease.

　　 But the work of Asano Nobuhiro and Mitsufushi Keimi is more like a process of constantly denying oneself.

　　 But fortunately, Shinfan's mind is clear whenever he can. Even if he feels the pleasure brought by Mezcal's identity, he can clearly realize what he should do.

　　 Just turn yourself into a machine with pre-programmed programs, and proceed step by step in accordance with the original vision and plan.

　　 Just like this.

　　 Xinfan sent Hui Yuanwei home, while he turned on the computer, logged into the organization's intranet, and remembered an address that popped up on the screen.

　　 The things at night are left to the people at night.

　　 Are you ready?

　　 Shinhan put on clothes that are easy to move around at night, and sneaked out of Asano's house like a ghost, moving quickly in a certain direction.

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