Conan's Helping People

Chapter 165

Obviously, Hyuga Ryo didn't need to answer at all, he came up with the answer himself, and became happy because of it.

Qin Jiu didn't bother to pay attention to him, he glanced out the window, guessed that he was about to arrive at Miyano's house, then raised his chin, "We're almost at our destination, put the gun away."

Hyuga rationally nodded in a good mood, then lowered his head to pull the bullets in the box, and there was a pleasant collision sound, "These bullets are used up, can I ask you for more?"

A bullet that fills half a box...

"Only self-defense is allowed." Gin Jiu emphasized again indifferently.

The other party gave another long reply, lowered his voice again, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Then find a way to get the bullets yourself."

……

Qin Jiu glanced at him coldly, and said, "It's used up, ask me for it."

The trick succeeded, and the other party immediately raised his head, showing a cute and sincere expression, and then made a gesture to speak.

At the same time, the hand lazily holding the pistol suddenly lifted up, like a black poisonous snake in a hunting state, and directly launched an attack.

Gin's vigilance radar has been beeping since Hinata reasonably moved over, and when the other party raised his head and showed a cute expression, his radar vibrated even more crazily.

So, at the moment the gun was attached, Gin raised his hand to grab the barrel of the gun at the same time, and pressed it inward.

Almost at the same time, the gun barrel made two crisp clicks.

The first sound was the collision sound of the muzzle being forced back and the slight derailment of the gun body.

The second sound was the sound of a bullet jamming.

The black Porsche slammed on the brakes and stopped at the door of Miyano's house. Before the car stopped completely, Vodka pulled out his gun and pointed it at Hinata Ryo in the back seat without hesitation.

Hinata turned his head reasonably, glanced at the muzzle of the gun that was no more than three centimeters away from him, then retracted his gaze, and looked at Gin's closed mouth.

Minors have always had the habit of not making eye contact with other humans as much as possible. They will only make eye contact with other humans when necessary or looking at them. At other times, they will look down and look at the speaker's mouth.

Gin knows this habit.

He glanced at the vodka, indicating that he was fine, and then drew a gun with his other hand, pressing it against the arrogant underage's chin.

He raised his hand and was forced to raise his chin, looking at him with those green eyes.

Hyuga rationally didn't speak, but just bent his eyes and expressed a meaning with his eyes: it's too much to point a gun at me.

Even if Vodka's gun had been pointed at the past just now, it was almost ready to shoot immediately, even if Gin was now pointing the gun at his chin diagonally, it could penetrate his head with a single shot.

He still had this calm expression, and even stretched out his paws in a malicious way.

...Definitely learned from Belmode.

Getting that woman to come to Tokyo and succeed in making reasonable long-term contact with Hinata was the most out of the way thing.

Just now, Hinata's reasonable movement of raising his gun looked like a snake attacking suddenly, but now, Gin's gaze was so cold.

He asked coldly: "What are you doing?"

"I feel like you're wearing body armor, so try it on." Hinata replied flatly, and then asked, "Is it really a body armor?"

"You won't, because you are afraid that I will attack you suddenly again, so you have been wrapped in that armor, bulletproof clothing, right?"

When it came to the end, the other party deliberately emphasized certain pronunciations, with a sense of contempt that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

But the expression is still an innocent and sincere expression, and the eyes are even slightly curved in a friendly state.

That kind of contempt and ridicule seemed to be just an illusion felt by Gin Jiu.

seem.

Qin Jiu sneered, "As far as your melee ability..."

He didn't finish, he only paused at the right moment, and left the rest to the energetic fellow to figure it out for himself.

Sure enough, the other party's joyful and bad mood eased a bit.

After a few more seconds, the other party simply skipped the topic, stretched out his other empty hand, and held the gun under his chin.

The muzzle of the gun was held and moved down a bit. The other party seemed to be tickling. He rubbed the muzzle of the gun on his neck a few times, and soon a large red scar appeared.

While scratching the itch, the arrogant minor also condemned, "You're pushing too hard, it's very itchy."

Gin's brows twitched, and he looked at Hyuga Riri coldly, to see what tricks this arrogant underage could play.

After scratching the itch, the opponent moved his hand back, took his hand holding the gun, and put his index finger against his hand holding the trigger.

With every step, Dapeng spread its wings almost on the verge of a fire.

After frowning again, Qin Jiu had no choice but to remind coldly, "If you want to die, I can help you."

"Really?" Hinata asked rationally, then leaned forward and approached Gin.

The posture changed, and the gun pressed against Gin's waist was released, but Gin's hand that was holding the barrel of the gun did not let go, and he grasped it tightly again.

In the same way, he loosened the gun against Hyuga's reasonable neck, and was pulled back by the other party.

After approaching a very close distance, the arrogant minor stopped, then closed his eyes, took a few quick sniffs, and opened his eyes again.

This kind of behavior is obviously unacceptable to the other party, like the tricky skill that I have learned now. I know that this skill really increases hatred, but I am not very proficient in using it.

But the other party's expression stabilized, the follow-up actions also stabilized, and the tone also stabilized, "Why don't you come and play a game."

When Gin was frowning more and more, the minor stepped back a few centimeters and continued to provoke, "I said 'I want to die' now, please help me, you shoot immediately, how about it?"

Gin: "..."

Vodka in the front seat hesitated for a moment, then tentatively raised his gun and pointed it at Hinata.

Gin didn't move, nor did he use his eyes to signal.

Hinata didn't move, let alone look back.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the other party spoke first: "I want to die."

Qin Jiu saw and heard the other party's sincere expression and sincere words, "Can you help me?"

Then, without waiting for his answer, the other party took his hand and pulled the trigger directly.

The barrel of the gun collided with the body of the gun, making a crisp click.

Hinata, who was close to the muzzle of the gun, immediately froze for a second. He blinked slowly, first looked down at the gun, and then looked up at the gin.

As if dying with regret, his mouth moved a few times, trying to spit out his last words.

It may be the last words of who the murderer is in a concise manner, or it may be a lot of long-winded last words full of emotions, and then finally say who the murderer is, but directly GG the last words of high blood pressure at the moment he spit out the full name.

Considering that the guy who was trying to utter his last words was Hinata, it would be the latter.

Gin: "..."

He couldn't bear it anymore, and directly threw the underage away, and said coldly: "There is no fake ammunition, and there is no blood plasma. The fake death is unqualified."

After Hinata reasonably pulled the trigger, there was no sound of gunfire.

That crisp clicking sound was the sound of an empty shell without bullets.

This gun has no bullets in it.

Really tensed up, and really aimed twice at Hinata's reasonable vodka: "..."

Vodka opened his mouth, hesitant to speak but then stopped, hesitant and then hesitant to speak.

He watched Gin Jiu coldly and disgustedly tear off the minor who was on his body, and watched the minor obediently sit back on his seat and stretched.

The minor still has the face to complain, "I'm really a little surprised, why do you carry a gun with no bullets all the time? And you can still smell the gunpowder smoke on your body."

"You can't really unload the bullets one by one before meeting me?"

Gin, on the other hand, simply refilled the gun with bullets, and at the same time said sharply: "No, I just finished firing all the bullets in the gun before I met you."

It sounds like the eldest brother wants to empty the entire gun case, and the target is the underage.

The minor also understood this meaning. He put his gun in the box as if nothing had happened, and found the black radio in the car that he had stored before.

Then, holding two gift boxes and the radio, he barely had one hand free to open the car door.

The other party seemed to be thinking about something, then suddenly turned around, let go of the hand holding the car door, "That's right..."

Vodka and gin looked at him together.

The latter reacted immediately and reached out again.

There was another crisp click.

In the next second, the minor who was half-sitting by the car door disappeared, and even fled with his two gift boxes and the tape recorder.

Filling his entire being was a loud slam of the door.

And the provocative voice from the elongated voice, "That's right, I borrowed the handcuffs from Belmode, I don't have the key, don't come to me—"

Vodka fixed his eyes heavily on the car door, he relaxed his stiff posture, turned around and sat down as if nothing had happened, and asked seriously.

"There will be a joint task later, should I go after dinner, or go first and then have dinner?"

In the rearview mirror, Gin sitting in the back seat still raised his hand, staring at his wrist with half of the silver handcuffs on it.

Half of the handcuffs were tightly handcuffed to Gin's wrist. The silver metal and the black windbreaker formed an obvious contrast.

The remaining half was swaying loosely in the air, giving the most relaxed but most direct ridicule.

Vodka looked at the gin in the rearview mirror, and then at the minor who slipped away from the outside rearview mirror.

He thought briefly about what he should do if the elder brother pushed the car door directly, or ordered him to turn around and ram it.

...Why is there an inexplicably familiar feeling?
Vodka then gets a murderous reply.

"Let's solve the mission goal first."

(End of this chapter)