Conan's Helping People

Chapter 245 Exalted Treatment of Code Members

[Mission Name: Lamb of Destiny at the Toll Station]

[Task details:
Perhaps a few years, ten years, or decades later, Lawson will deeply remember today, the day after he was ridiculed by another serial murderer for being rude and unartistic, he met him Hit muse.

Just looking at this innocent little lamb with soft fur, he can imagine the wonderful appearance of this child floating on the surface of the water dying, with those wet eyes eager for the chance of survival, and he can also imagine the scum of the federal police. Smoking a cigarette, with a livid face facing the pressure of journalists and public opinion, he looked embarrassed.

...Of course, the premise is that he can really live to a few decades later. 】

[Task requirements: Continue to stare at Lawson with those green eyes, but only for three seconds, so as not to over-excite him]

[Task Reward: Ten Points]

[Mission reminder: Oh, poor Lawson, being played in the palm of your hand. 】

Hinata Reasonable: "...?"

He read it word by word, raised his eyes again, and looked at the burly staff member.

The other party was looking for money without blinking. The driver of the man in black only handed over one banknote, but he was very generous. He took out banknotes of different amounts one by one to count them, and handed them to the driver.

This kind of look was too obvious. The driver of the man in black stared intently at his hand stretched out to receive the banknotes. Neither the gentleman nor Belmode spoke.

There was a subtle silence in the car.

This kind of subtle silence, it feels like brewing for a while, the condensed air will condense into a cold liquor with unknown alcohol content.

In silence, the system prompts: 【Mission completed. 】

Hinata glanced reasonably at the task completion reminder and the ten credits received, and then slowly shifted his gaze to see the generous action of the staff drawing money.

...Why are some people so generous and stingy!

He simply leaned on the car window and looked at the staff carefully.

The other party was wearing that kind of red uniform jacket. His body was really burly, and the muscles on his shoulders were bulging, which made the clothes there very cramped. The hat on his head was also red, which was inexplicably small. All covered, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

The clothes didn’t fit well, indicating that the worker was not a real toll booth worker. The real worker was probably lying on the cold floor, falling into a short-term slumber or a permanent slumber.

That's no wonder the banknotes are so generous.

After counting the banknotes little by little, the staff handed the banknotes to the driver, and the driver took them silently. Just as he was about to start the car, the staff member said abruptly, "Wait, it seems that I have found too much."

Then he snatched all the banknotes back, and gagged in advance: "You can't don't give me change, the account number probably doesn't match."

The driver held his breath and glanced back from the rearview mirror. He found that the gentleman had closed his eyes and rested without any displeasure on his face. He glanced to the other side and saw Seeing rational Hinata lying on the open car window and focusing on the staff's movements, he turned his head and looked at Belmode.

Belmode didn't speak, and continued to smile.

"...Then please hurry up." The driver could only turn his head and reply to this staff member who obviously didn't look like a staff member.

"Well," the staff member seemed to be slow to realize that staring at a person for a long time was not right, so he reluctantly looked back and talked to the driver, "Did you come back from the airport just now?"

The driver responded vaguely.

"Are you from New York? It doesn't look like it," the staff glanced at Hyuga Ryo, and then at the gentleman and the hooked nose that was very conspicuous even though he was wearing an oxygen mask.

The staff understood, "Oh, are you going to pick up a relative's child?"

Almost as soon as the other party finished speaking, Hyuga Ryo sensed the danger, stopped leaning on the car window and tilting his head to look out, he sat up straight instantly, and looked at the gentleman intuitively.

The gentleman calmly drew a gun and pulled the trigger crisply.

When Mingming got into the car before, his wrist was still a little shaken, but now holding the gun, his hand is very stable, even as if the gun does not require recoil at all, his wrist has not deviated.

The bullet hit the staff member's forehead, leaving a suitable ending mark for the other party's thought-provoking sentence.

The gentleman didn't even look at the fallen corpse, he calmly fired and closed the gun, and said calmly, "Drive."

The vehicle jumped out almost immediately.

Hinata reasonably kept his body steady, he sniffed the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood in the air, and was inexplicably relieved.

Shooting is very decisive, once the pistol is held, the state is completely different.

It looks very old and strong, and it looks like it can live a long time!
"The daily life of ordinary families in New York is like this." Noticing his eyes, the gentleman shook his head helplessly, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and continued to weaken, "But here is a little better than Tokyo That is, self-defense."

No matter what, it must be the dead who attacked us first, and we were forced to defend ourselves in accordance with the law. Hinata understands reasonably.

He nodded deeply, and didn't ask if there would be any problem if he shot openly at the toll booth and was recorded by surveillance.

An ordinary serial killer without any background can go smoothly in New York. If it hadn't been for the collapse of FBI related personnel and being hunted down by the FBI, it is estimated that he can still live happily in New York now. It can be seen that the New York police Fishing degree.

Considering that this is a work of reasoning, Hinata reasonably suspects that the New York police are more fishy than the Tokyo police... After all, New York's specialty is all kinds of serial murders.

"New York is too free. After Icewine, take a gun with you when you go out." Bellmode said with a smile, "There are also a lot of hotheads in the university. When you meet ignorant people, just kill them directly."

what are you saying?
Hinata repeated the point that he didn't understand reasonably, "University?"

The insignificant incident just now did not affect Belmode in any way. She raised her eyebrows and gave a confirmation reply, "Yes, university."

"In a normal family, the child must have normal jobs and studies." The gentleman said unhurriedly, "Harvard Medical School, this is the new school I personally chose for you."

"I have an old friend there. You met him when you were a child and helped him a little bit."

'The new school I personally chose for you', the representative could not refute.

Fortunately, it is not a high school, but a university. If it is rounded up, it is equivalent to not existing at all, so it can be ignored directly.

The deceased must not be a student, but a professor or dean. Here comes the question, how can a child help the professor or dean of the medical school?

In the normal category, of course they can help, but Hinata reasonably thinks that it is medical help, such as dedicating himself to research... Refer to the transparent potion with unknown ingredients.

He nodded, first looked at the gentleman, and after getting the other person's attention, he turned his eyes quietly to look at Belmode.

The meaning is very clear: normal children should have normal work and studies, and Belmode!

Belmode raised his eyebrows again, "I'm a junior FBI agent."

...is this a normal job for a normal family kid!
Is Harvard Medical School a normal university for normal kids from normal families?
Elderly people from normal families met the serial murderer who passed by without changing his face... Wait, this is indeed normal in New York.

Hinata was reasonably convinced.

"Don't worry, it's a normal procedure to transfer your student status here." The gentleman said again, "Shirley also studied here before."

Understood, organize traditional learning points.

Hinata rationally nodded again, without saying anything.

The gentleman patted his hand and comforted him: "It's almost home."

Vehicles are still driving on the street, but the surrounding buildings are very ordinary, not expensive buildings at first sight, it turns into a residential area, and independent houses and oversized lawns are displayed one by one .

It seems more familiar.

Hinata reasonably controlled the urge to frown. While looking around calmly, he casually threw out a question to attract the attention of others, so as not to be discovered by himself, "Here is...?"

"This is the Staten district of New York, and most of the people living here are middle class," Belmode explained. "There are many lawns, which are suitable for harmonious families with young children."

The name 'Staten District' was unfamiliar, and Hinata had no impression of it.

But as the vehicle got deeper and deeper into this place, his sense of inexplicable familiarity became more and more intense. That corner of the wall, that statue fountain, and that red house...

Hyuga Ryo suddenly and subtly realized why this place feels so familiar.

He has occupied it.

There are many lawns here, and the houses are not too tall, and the division of areas is relatively simple. Occupying a commanding height can control a large area around it.

After occupying this place, Hinata was reasonably satisfied for a while, and lived here for a long time. He didn't move to the high-tech area until he drained all the firearms of the nearby families.

The reason why I didn't react and only felt a subtle familiarity was because this area is too clean now.

It's really really clean, the ground and the house are clean, there is no trace of redness, and the pedestrians passing by are also clean, and they will greet each other when they meet acquaintances, instead of rushing towards them enthusiastically for 'kissing' .

There are also middle-aged and elderly people walking lazily on the road with their dogs.

Harmonious and clean, it is completely different from when Hinata occupied this place before Ryo.

The gentleman patted his hand and asked gently: "What's wrong?"

"..." Hyuga rationally retracted his gaze, and said calmly, "It's nothing, I like this place very much."

The speed of the vehicle slowed down, and it slowly stopped in front of a house with a huge lawn. There was a white fence around the outermost edge of the lawn. There was a clean and grass-free path from the door to the door of the house. Next to the railing stood a An oil barrel, nothing special about the house, just like any other house around.

After the vehicle came to a complete stop, Hyuga Ryosuke slowly added the second half of his sentence, "However, isn't it a bit dangerous to live here?"

Looking all the way, the passers-by are nothing special, they are all normal people, and most of them have not been replaced by members of the organization.

The window on the second floor of the neighboring house was open, and a woman in her 30s with her hair tied up casually was mopping the floor. She was not in a state of defense, and most likely she was not an organizer.

Well, the problem is coming.

Every resident here is very considerate and has given Hyuga reasonable warmth for a long time. A family has at least three guns, whether it is a shotgun, a pistol, or any illegal guns. In short, there are at least three guns. branch.

Some houses have basements under them, and there are many collectible items in them, such as guns, white powder, and things that can be made into black dandelion fireworks.

In the past, when the owners could not open their mouths to condemn the illegal intruders, Hinata Ryo was very touched by the help provided by everyone's concerted efforts.

Now, facing this huge arsenal and the owners of the arsenal who are sober, he began to feel a little restless.

Comparing the opponent's manpower and weapons, he went back and carefully examined his own combat effectiveness:
+1 for a frail old man, +1 for a useless driver, +1 for someone who looks like he's in danger and will go 'bye, I'll call the FBI for help! ''s kind sister +1, there is also a +[-] for himself who is in danger, there is no need to doubt, and he will definitely run away, plus a number of firearms whose number is unknown, but will never exceed single digits.

... In case of danger, he will run away, that's fine.

If there are a large number of people and a large number of guns coming, Hinata will counterattack a dozen times at most politely, and then retreat strategically, and at most take away the gentleman in grief. last words.

"..." The gentleman thought for a while, then nodded slowly, "It is indeed dangerous to live here."

Every day when you commute to get off work, or go out for a walk or walk your dog normally, there is a certain probability that you will encounter Hinata Reasonable, which is indeed very dangerous.

"However, a normal family will definitely buy all kinds of insurance, and I believe that other normal residents living here will have a full set of insurance."

*
[Your code name is Bourbon. 】

Bourbon, Bourbon whiskey, a spirit distilled from fermented corn grain.

Toru Amuro took a deep breath slowly, smelling the smell of rust.

He is now sitting on a soft European-style sofa. The lamp on the ceiling of the living room is a luxurious incandescent lamp composed of various crystals, which quietly emits light and shines on the owner of the villa.

The owner of the villa fell to the ground, his cheek was pressed against the cold floor, and the floor was covered with red marks. After the weak struggle of human beings, it changed from a natural shape that followed Newton’s laws to a shape that looked like a child’s random drawing .

Clear the organization of traitors, mission accomplished.

Next, you can go back to Tokyo, return to Tokyo as a member of the code name, get in touch with more and more secrets of the organization, and also make the dark and bloody smell on yourself more intense.

He looked up at the bright and bright crystal lamp, closed his eyes, and deeply exhaled the air full of rust.

Toru Amuro opened his eyes, raised his hand to put away the open documents on the coffee table, and planned to dispose of them afterwards.

——He has sent a clear version of the photo to the organization, and has also set up a device for regular transmission to the police.

The act of handing over the original documents to the police is too dangerous. Once discovered by the organization, the first person to be disposed of is definitely the member of the organization who performed this task. Only the photos are sent, and it can be argued that the organization has stolen it.

In addition to a few documents spread out, there is also a decorative vase on the coffee table. It is white as a whole, with some patterns outlined in other colors on it. It looks very elegant. It is definitely not made by the mission target, but this The other owner of the villa, the wife of the mission target, will be back in half an hour.

In the vase are green roses.

They stick their heads out of the vase in a patchwork manner, stretching their bodies, some are already in full bloom, some are still shy, and there are still a few drops of crystal clear liquid hanging on a few delicate green petals.

Not drops of water, but drops of blood.

Amuro stood up, picked up the few roses, put them on his left chest, and walked towards the door.

When passing by the owner of the villa, he lowered his head, put the extra graceful green rose that was stained with blood next to the cheek of the owner of the villa, and then walked out of the villa without looking back.

The organization's cell phone rang again, Amuro took it out and glanced at the new message.

[Urgent mission, arrive in New York before [-]:[-] tomorrow night.

—— Belmode]

Toru Amuro: "...?"

...New York, isn't Siberia...?
He thought briefly and organized the information.

The sender was not the number with no suffix and could not be saved that just informed him that he had obtained the code name, and now that notification message has disappeared, nor was it the gin that he was more familiar with and preferred to send him to dig potatoes in Siberia, but Belmode.

...So, after becoming a code member, the treatment changed from being directed by Gin to dig potatoes in Siberia to being directed by Belmode to dig potatoes in Siberia?

Is this how code members are treated? ? ?
(End of this chapter)