Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

"Hoo!" Lin Miao roared loudly.

An astonishing scene appeared. With this roar, a wave of air appeared in front of Lin Miao, which not only pushed Shui Jianyue flying, but even the police car behind was almost overturned.

"Officer, you are amazing! But I see how long you can protect that person." After speaking the standard villain's lines, Lin Miao turned around and walked into the red Mazda and walked away. On the other hand, Mizumayue was lying on the ground but did not stand up.

Seeing the "extremely vicious" killer leave, Takagi bravely stepped out of the police car and walked over to Mizumayuki to check the situation.

Mizumayue seemed to be completely dazed by that roar, lying on the ground with both eyes turned into mosquito coil eyes. Takagi called for a long time before waking him up, who seemed to be sleeping in a daze.

"What time is it now?" Mizuma asked.

Takagi knew what Mizumayuki meant, and replied, "It's six o'clock in the afternoon, we should send the prisoner back to the Metropolitan Police Department for questioning." It means that the arrest operation on the other side is almost over, and now Lin Miao has There is a reason to stop the mission, and the problem and responsibility are all on the client, and his record and commission are preserved.

With the help of Takagi, Tsuki Mizuma walked back to the police car staggeringly, and he was greeted by the eyes of Narita Misa looking at the monster and the fearful eyes of the two drug dealers.

"You...you drove that monster away?" Narita Misa's eyes were filled with the words "You are a big monster".

"Hey... I almost couldn't beat it? There are people outside the world, but the professional killers are really different." Shui Jianyue pretended to be an expert.

There are people outside the world and there are days outside the world. Narita Misa smiled bitterly and chewed on these words. She was used to this sentence today.

In her impression, the cold weapons such as knives, guns and sticks have long been eliminated by guns. Today, however, she was smashed with a stick and flung two guns, and then she was dodged by bullets. Finally, she witnessed a duel between two inhuman swordsmen. Although she couldn't understand it at the end of the duel, she still had a breathtaking aura. feel it.

"Big... hero." Narita Misa opened her mouth, and Mizuma almost spit out the water she just drank.

"Call...call me?" Mizumayuki looked over uncertainly.

"Well, that, is it too late for me to learn kendo now?" Narita Misa obviously wanted to pursue greater power.

"It's too late." Mizumayue said without hesitation, he knew that as long as his words softened a little, this woman would pester him to apprentice.

Moreover, if she wants to learn to compete with Lin Miao, it is impossible for her. He doesn't know how Lin Miao learns, but since she was a child, hard training, guidance from famous teachers and talent should be indispensable. .

Although he only started practicing Japanese kendo in a high school club, he had already mastered it in his previous life, and his ability to fight against Lin Miao came from his previous life.

"If you think that the power of the gun is too small, you are wrong." Mizuma Yue persuaded: "The real master also uses the gun to be used by people who are in a state of ecstasy." For example, Jinjiu, such as Wei Xinghu, they are all in the water Before Yue entered the state, his ability collapsed, especially Gin had collapsed once.

Lin Miao also bluntly stated that when he was fighting against such a master with a gun, he could solve the battle in ten seconds in a close-range battle, but in a long-distance battle, he would be hit before he got close.

"You can also become a master with guns!" Narita Misa's eyes lit up, looking at Tsukune Mizuma expectantly.

"Yes, and it's a lot more than the masters who use cold weapons." As long as Mizumayuki doesn't have any deep hatred (such as Conan's bad things), he doesn't particularly hold grudges, and he didn't like Narita Misabai before. , Now that Narita Misa's attitude has improved, he is willing to speak well.

On the other hand, Mizumayuki's mind is now all on his 40-day long vacation, and the question of his attitude towards Narita Misa is not in his head at all.

"But isn't using a gun to practice high accuracy? Now I can aim at the target with both guns in one second at the same time, and I will still be kicked by you." Yue's attitude towards her is still bad and wants to beat people, so it is very likely that he is perfunctory now.

Mizuki doesn't know about Narita Misa's psychological activities, and she is still planning where to play during the 40-day long vacation, and where to "spend the Qixi Festival". He said casually: "What kind of expert are you called, at least you have to save the point of aiming with your eyes."

"Aim without eyes?" Narita Misa felt like she was listening to a fantasy.

"Yeah, after a lot of practice, the gun feel is developed. You don't need eyes to measure. You only need the feel to know where your gun is pointing. For a real gunner, it's basic work." Even the idiot of vodka should be able to I did it. When I was fighting with Gin last time, vodka helped, and Mizuma recognized that the vodka was the Browning Power MkI, and the sight was removed.

Because of a little problem with the design of this gun, many users choose to remove the sight and modify it to avoid the problem, and vodka should also be included.

Believe it or not, Narita Misa finally returned to the Metropolitan Police Department.

"This... this is the place of the Tokyo Department!" Narita Misa stood under the building of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, looking up at the building that was not very tall for the people of Mizuma.

"Again, it's the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department!" Mizuma Tsuki corrected.

"Yes yes yes!" Different from the first time she didn't listen at all, this time Narita Misa nodded in agreement.

Walking into the Metropolitan Police Department, Narita Misa was like a child who was led into an amusement park by her parents.

"Suijian Police Department, good afternoon." When encountering a police officer he knew on the road, he took the initiative to say hello to Suijian.

"Good afternoon." Mizumayue smiled and returned the salute.

"You you...you are the police officer!" Narita Misa asked in surprise~www.NovelMTL.com~ She is not from the Yamanashi Prefectural Police Headquarters, but the warden of a small prison. In their prison, the only police officer is the warden, and the others are inspectors, inspectors, and inspectors. Even in the police headquarters, the police officer is also the head of a department. Of course, she didn't realize how worthless the police department's supplements were in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and Mizuma Yue also didn't realize how rare the police department's supplements were.

Mizumayuki glanced at her without saying a word. The first time he met at a sushi restaurant, he had shown his police officer ID.

Misa Narita, who led Grandma Liu around the Grand View Garden, found the manager of Matsumoto all the way, and Mizuma Yue directly handed the person over to Matsumoto Shimizu with the meaning of asking for credit.

"Why did you arrive so late?" Matsumoto manager asked knowingly.

"That... uh... I blame this woman for being too grumpy!" Of course, Mizumayuki didn't really shirk the responsibility, and the task of delaying the time was Matsumoto Shimizu who sent him and Takagi by text message.

"Hey hey hey!" Narita Misa, who was suddenly carrying the pot, called out subconsciously, and then Mizumayuki looked back at her and didn't dare to say a word.

"Okay Mizuma, don't bully Officer Narita." Manager Matsumoto looked bewildered and kind. "Why did I hear Mumu say that you were bullied so badly in Yamanashi?"

The one who bullied me the most was Mu Mu, this dead fat man! Shui Jianyue scolded inwardly but said, "Good men don't fight with women."

Narita Misa pouted, she didn't know who knocked her off with a swinging stick, if it wasn't for the police officer named Megumi to stop her, she might have been beaten again.

Mizumayuki seemed to understand what Misa Narita meant, and glared at him provocatively. If someone hadn't beaten the prisoner, he wouldn't have pulled out a stick, and if someone hadn't pointed a gun at his head, he wouldn't have kicked others. fly.