Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Chapter 409 Chapter 408, Gin: I don't eat garbage

Sano first said hello to Toru Amuro, and before he could respond, he pointed to the peripheral member next to him and asked, "Can you give him to me, please?"

"……what?"

After a brief moment of surprise, Toru Amuro had a big question mark on their faces.

"I received a commission to remove his head, so can you please hand him over to me?"

Sano repeated it again, and explained the reason in more detail.

The politeness and honesty in the words caused Amuro and Toru's brains to freeze for a while.

This person... What the fuck is wrong with his brain! ?
What's the difference between asking someone else, "Hi, I want to kill you, can you let me kill you?" ?

... To be honest, Toru Amuro felt that the person in front of him was very "gentle" at first glance.

But as long as you think about it carefully, such a person is similar to a person who reads leisurely on the battlefield. It is a kind of indifference that everything is under control, and it is also a kind of absolute confidence in one's own strength, or it can be Call it arrogant.

The following two waves further confirmed, indirectly or directly, the ferocity and strength of this foreign man.

Based on what he said just now, he should still be a killer?
Ability, identity, both are extremely dangerous existences.

But such a danger exists, but the opening of the mouth is very... kind.

He greeted Toru Amuro first, and then asked if he could hand him over.

It is simply to refresh Amuro Toru's three views.

...This killer is obviously very cruel, but also extremely polite?

After twitching the corners of his mouth, Toru Amuro pretended to be calm and asked, "Are you a killer?"

"Yes."

"...Someone entrusted you to kill him?"

"Yes."

"...The content of the commission is that he is only required to die, and there are no other requirements."

"Ah."

The two exchanged a few words as if chatting.

Amuro, who had roughly understood the situation, was silent for a few seconds, and then asked: "If I say I don't want to hand it over, and even protect him, what will you do?"

"Kill you."

Sano replied simply and simply: "Anyone who prevents me from completing the task is an enemy."

...what a weird guy.

Amuro took a deep breath: "How about this, how much money that person gave you, I will give you double, let him live, how about not accepting this commission?"

Sano shook his head and vetoed: "I have already accepted this task, so it must be completed. It has nothing to do with money, but a matter of professional ethics."

... God damn professional ethics.

Toru Amuro looked at Sano who had no wave in his eyes, and after confirming that he could not change the other party's mind, he nodded: "Okay, I understand, this is his personal matter, you can solve it by yourself."

"Varied……"

Before the peripheral member could react, a big hand had already pressed against his throat.

The whole person soared into the air, was pressed against the compartment of the pickup truck, and folded his palms forcefully.

The man tilted his head and became silent.

After letting go, Sano took a photo of the peripheral members who fell to the ground and died.

Toru Amuro watched Sano's actions from the sidelines, and asked again: "May I find out who wants to kill him, and why does he want to kill him?"

"First, I don't know, and second, even if I know, I won't tell you."

Sano took back his phone and looked at Toru Amuro: "Not paying attention, not disclosing the client's privacy, is also the professionalism that a killer should have."

"Of course, you can also choose to entrust me to find that person, or even kill him. In order to thank you for your cooperation, I can give you a [-]% discount."

"yes."

Toru Amuro narrowed his eyes thoughtfully: "Do you accept any kind of commission?"

"As long as the money is in place, you can make the whole of Tokyo a dead city."

Sano responded indifferently: "Of course, I never accept commissions in private. If you need it, just go to the platform and directly designate commissioned release targets."

"platform?"

Toru Amuro was stunned again, and asked in surprise, "Are you a professional killer?"

"Ah."

Sano stopped talking nonsense, nodded to confirm, and planned to leave. Seeing this, Toru Amuro quickly asked the last question: "Then what is your code name?"

Sano, who had already walked a few meters away, paused, turned around, and gave the answer.

"Black cat."

……

At night, on the Porsche 356A with the doors wide open on both sides, Sano was alone with vodka.

As for gin, I don't know what to do after entering the stronghold.

They didn't let the two of Sano follow, so they waited outside.

Sano picked his fingers boredly, and although Vodka next to him wanted to open up the topic, he was not sure what to do, as the saying goes, more mistakes are more mistakes.

It might as well just stay quiet.

But it's okay for Vodka not to look at Sano, but he does.

Sano wanted to find a topic, and when the topic was mentioned, he remembered that incident.

"Gago."

Sano put his hand on the back of vodka's stiff neck like a rock: "I heard from Mr. Gin that you already knew about... a generation of rye?"

Generation rye?
Vodka froze for a moment, and then realized that Sano was talking about his father.

...Is this a bad relationship between the father and son? Why are they called so strangely?

After licking his lips, Vodka said with a dry smile: "Because the eldest brother said that it is your private matter, if you can not mention it, try not to mention it, so..."

"I can understand that you want to use Lord Gin to overwhelm me, Jago?"

Saying that, Sano's palm has changed from a clasp to a grip.

…It’s actually more polite to talk about holding. From the perspective of vodka, perhaps it should be called “pinching”, or even the degree of “pinching”.

The vodka at this moment seems to be strangled by the back of the neck of fate.

That is not daring to move.

"Brother Jia, I will be very sad when you are like this. You clearly regard you as the colleague with the best relationship in the whole organization, but you hide something from me, and even now you are using Mr. Gin to suppress me. I am really sorry sad."

Faced with Sano's whispers that leaned close to his face, Vodka was sweating coldly.

"Then why don't you eat some chocolate, maybe you will feel better?"

Vodka suggested nervously.

"……chocolate?"

Sano raised an eyebrow in confusion.

I never thought that Vodka would change the subject like this, and...

"Where did the chocolates in this car come from... Could it be that the ones I sent before have not been eaten, and they should be broken and can't be eaten. Do you still keep them?"

Vodka quickly shook his head and waved his hands, explaining: "No, those chocolates you sent before have been eaten by... the boss and I. I just bought them two days ago, and I bought a copy for you. I just want to buy them now." stand up."

"yes."

Sano smacked his lips. The lollipops in his pocket were indeed a bit tired, and it seemed that it was not bad to change the taste in time.

"Let me see."

Sano gave a step, and Vodka immediately dug out a bag of chocolates from under the back seat.

Looking at the packaging, it seems to be quite expensive.

If the vodka is not lying, he bought it for Sano a few days ago.

It seemed that Sano's behavior just now was a bit petty.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, Sano can't be regarded as an adult at all.

Petty is petty.

After tearing open the package, Sano threw a piece of chocolate into his mouth, and shared a piece with the vodka by the way.

Well, take what others send to others.

This is what Sano is good at.

In this way, the topic that Sano originally raised was over.

The two chatted casually on a topic, each eating chocolate, and the wrappers fell one by one until the gin returned to the car.

"Big, cauldron... cough cough!"

Vodka swallowed the chocolate in his mouth, and greeted gin with a sore throat.

Gin didn't respond, but just looked at the chocolate wrappers on the driver's floor mat.

"I'll clean it up right away!"

Vodka quickly pulled out the mat, shaking wildly.

Then I blew the dust again, and then put it back again.

"By the way, there are also chocolates. I bought chocolates when I was out on the job two days ago. I wanted to come back and give them to my brother, but I forgot them. I just remembered."

Vodka leaned into the car again, took out Sano's bag next to the gear lever, and handed it over to Gin in a fawning manner: "It's all the most expensive kind."

Sano in the car made a row of dots... not because vodka seemed to forget his behavior when he saw gin, but because he didn't understand.

Why put your own chocolate in the same bag as the chocolate for gin?
Outside the car, Gin stared at the bag in Vodka's hand for a long time.

Staring at Vodka so hard that he couldn't even smile awkwardly, he said in a cold voice.

"I don't have the habit of eating garbage."

"Hey?"

Hearing this, Vodka was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly became anxious.

"How can this be rubbish, this is the best chocolate, brother, if you don't believe me..."

As he said that, Vodka reached into the bag to take out, intending to let Gin see his "pay" with his own eyes.

However, the words were only halfway through, and Vodka stopped talking. Instead, he opened the bag silently, stuck his head in, and finally grabbed out a handful of empty wrapping paper.

Vodka: "..."

It's actually, really rubbish? ?

Vodka's eyes twitched unconsciously at the corners of his mouth... Although he was covered by sunglasses, his neck was still stiff and he turned his head to look at Sano in the car.

"Don't look at me, I didn't know that there was a portion for Mr. Gin in it. You took it quickly, and I didn't have time to say it. You can't blame me for it."

Sano shrugged innocently and said so.

...but at least don't put the wrapping paper back in the bag!

Only then did Vodka realize that the floor mat of the co-pilot where Sano was sitting was very clean.

It's okay to eat up all the chocolate, but what's the point of being so educated at this time?
As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.

Sano's actions not only caused Vodka to take "trash" for gin, but also made his previous behavior of throwing around everywhere more conspicuous.

Vodka's face instantly became mournful, and he turned his head to explain to Gin.

But gin doesn't have the time and mood to care about vodka.

After saying "drive" in a cold voice, he sat in the back seat of the car.

Seeing this, Vodka could only silently climb into the car, start the car and step on the accelerator.

Sano, on the other hand, had nothing to do with himself and kept silent.

Be reasonable, love cleanliness, what's wrong with not littering?

What, why didn't you do this in Amuro Toru's car before, is this a double standard?

... Sano said that his quality changes with his mood.

If you are in a good mood, you will have more quality. If you are in a bad mood, you will have no quality.

Hmm, very reasonable.

No more, double standard is double standard.

There are two kinds of people that Sano hates the most in this world.

One is people with double standards, and the other is people who don't let Sano double standards.

"Cohen and Chianti have encountered some troubles, and you will go to support them later."

Gin opened his mouth and released a task that could not be regarded as a task at all.

Sano nodded slightly to express his understanding, but the next second he received a text message.

From a plague god.

There is nothing else, but to ask Sano why he didn't go to see Mao Lilan.

After Mao Lilan collapsed and was sent to the hospital that day, he soon regained consciousness and went home to recuperate. Sano has indeed never visited her until now.

Originally, Conan sent a text message to Sano on the second day, probably because he was relieved, asking him when he would be free, so he went to see Mao Lilan.

But Sano didn't return.

After a dozen text messages that came and went, the young man became angry.

Now he simply "accused" Sano directly.

It was nothing more than that Mao Lilan regarded Sano as a good friend and a good senior, but when he was sick, he didn't even look at him or ask him.

Don't care about Mao Lilan at all, it makes her sad, a lot of blah blah blah.

Sano still didn't bother to pay attention to this, so he directly blocked him with a backhand.

Shabi stuff.

Don't you know how to ask someone who doesn't even know what to ask?
Let's not talk about which two evil pens that night, I forgot the Sano two outside.

So, is there anything Maorilan needs to see?
When this girl just woke up 800 years ago, she called Sano.

It is simply a bad pen.

The kind that is so badass that it can't be more bad.

After retracting the phone, Vodka suddenly stepped on the brakes again.

Looking up, he saw a lot of police cars parked in front of him.

"Big brother?"

Vodka asks Gin's opinion backwards.

Gin didn't speak, but just raised his chin. Vodka, as a caring boy, immediately understood, unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car and ran over.

"Probably something happened again."

Sano said lazily, but picked up the hood of the sweater.

The facial features are still covered by passerby hats, but the hair color still needs to be covered by a hood.

Although he might not be investigated, and even if he was investigated, it would not necessarily be the case based on the color of his hair, but after all, the one sitting in the back row was Gin, which was as stable as an old dog.

Sano didn't want to lose his tongue.

Especially when he ate the other party's chocolate just now.

A few minutes later, Vodka ran back in a hurry.

"It's nothing big brother. He said that there will be some kind of parade here tomorrow, so come here in advance to make arrangements so that we can control the order..."

Gin still didn't make a sound, just glanced at Sano through the rearview mirror.

Sano shrugged.

The car continued on, and soon Sano was left in a building.

"Um……"

After looking around, Sano originally planned to go directly to the sniper duo.

Unexpectedly, Dahei, who had been following above him, suddenly gave a bark.

Sano paused, then hooked the corner of his mouth and changed direction.

At the same time, on the roof of a building.

Chianti is confronting a group of men in black.

In fact, as a sniper, the sniper duo basically seldom do this kind of task, which needs to be confronted head-on. Most of the time, they just snipe and assassinate from a long distance.

But the importance of this task is relatively high, and it must be taken over by cadre members.

However, the cadres and members of the organization are not free.

So it was handed over to the Chianti duo.

According to the normal process, Chianti should kill the opponent's mouth after the transaction is completed.

But the other party didn't seem to be ready to sit still.

When they came up, they brought a dozen people and directly blocked Chianti.

In this regard, Chianti said that her good teammate Cohen was pointing a sniper rifle at the opponent's head in an attempt to temporarily calm down the situation and retreat first.

I will look for an opportunity to get the place back later.

As a result, the other party said that Chianti was not the only one who brought the sniper.

The opponent also brought two snipers, aiming at Chianti's head at the moment.

If Chianti doesn't want to have a flower in his head, then Cohen must not let the other party's head bloom.

The situation is deadlocked.

Of course, this is for a group of people on the rooftop of this building in Chianti.

Behind the scenes, the situation is actually undercurrent.

Chianti and this group of people will not act rashly, what is the final result.

It still depends on the respective performances of Cohen and the two hostile snipers.

Whichever side's snipers dominate, the victory belongs to that side.

"Heh, don't be so nervous. I know that both of you are the top snipers in the winery. Of course, the two I brought are not bad. They are both from the team. A contest between experts , shouldn’t it be very exciting, exciting, and very interesting.”

Looking at the middle-aged man hiding among several men in black with a sneer on his face, Chianti twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't reply, but his heart was very irritable.

...This kind of situation where you can only put your hope on others and wait for the result by yourself is really annoying. By the way, Cohen should have contacted Gin, right? I don’t know what the reinforcements are. The time will come, and the reinforcements will come, and which one is it.

There is a high probability that Gin will make a trip in person?
Chianti unconsciously thought of another... sniper in the organization.

As a sniper stronger than Akai Shuichi, although he doesn't seem to like to use sniping methods very much, but if that guy comes over.

It should be easy to do, right?

"Beep!"

Suddenly, the walkie-talkie in the man's hand rang, and then a cold voice came out: "This is number one, the target has been found, but the target has also found me, number two, cooperate with me to get rid of him."

Hearing this, Chianti suddenly "thumped" in his heart.

The middle-aged man grinned and pressed the intercom: "Number two, do you hear that?"

After a few seconds of silence, a chuckle came over the intercom.

"Moses, this is No. [-]. No. [-] has already found the target and can be killed at any time."

(End of this chapter)