Do not sleep

Shrill sirens pierced the sky.

It was a street that was under martial law by the police because of the previous bombing incident inside the Mihua Department Store.

At this moment, because of an explosion that happened suddenly on the street in front of the Mihua Department Store 10 minutes ago, the police were attracted and surrounded even more tightly.

Chianti, a member of the black organization who was in ambush in the building opposite the Mihua Department Store, was also shocked by the fact that Gin Jiu’s car suddenly exploded. a phone call.

The call went through, and Chianti immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter, where are you, Gin?" Chianti's voice, which could not keep calm, came from the phone.

Gin, or Gin, who rolled out of the car a second before the explosion/explosion of his beloved car, had a little dust on his clothes and looked a little embarrassed. He was hiding in a dark alley under cover, surrounded by Also running vodka and kiel from a sacrificial Porsche.

"Why is there a bomb/bomb in your car?" Chianti took a breath into the phone and immediately calmed down.

What followed was not panic or shock as before, but Chianti's voice sounded a little gloating.

"The gin that never misses has a day of miscalculation. Do you want me to help you find out who did it?"

"Your task is to aim the sniper at Shuichi Akai's undead, Chianti." There seemed to be some hidden anger in Gin's usually cold voice at the moment, he said.

"I'll find out by myself."

"Better so."

Although she gloated a bit because of the plastic companionship, Chianti would not laugh at Gin too directly, after all, she really couldn't afford to offend Gin when she got serious.

So far, the task is still important now.

As for how to spread the gossip about the bombing of gin and his car in the organization... Emma, ​​this is really the first time that Chianti, who has been unrestrained and doesn't like to study, hates himself for not learning the modifiers in many ways.

Just using words like shock, shit, or **** can't really describe the hearty feeling of seeing gin capsize in the gutter.

Cool!

Before spreading gossip, should I go through a dictionary or something, give Gin a multi-faceted, multi-angle description hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha—this is a serious expression on the surface holding a sniper/strike/gun but the inside is about to be distorted Chianti's inner monologue.

On the other side, in the dark alley opposite the Mihua department store.

Keel, who was suspected by Gin to threaten him with a gun, looked at the smashed Porsche not far away with a delicate expression, and said in a more subtle voice.

"Gin was bombed in your car...you didn't know?"

"I'll know." Gin warned Keel coldly.

"..." This is vodka that has a bad premonition inexplicably, even though the truth is not known yet.

Bomb/bomb or something, what the fuck is this familiarity?

The black organization's sniper attack on Akai Shuichi ended in failure.

However, the reason for the failure was not that Gin’s Porsche was blown up, but that Belmode called afterward. The so-called person who appeared in the Mihua Department Store who looked like Shuichi Akai was actually another of their companions, Bourbon. In order to confirm that Shuichi Akai Is it really dead while pretending.

The original purpose should be to test the reaction of Shuichi Akai's FBI companions, but he didn't expect to lead to the misunderstanding of his own sniper.

When Bourbon, pretending to be Shuichi Akai with a burnt face, came out of the gate of Mihua Department Store, but saw Chianti in the opposite building sniping at him with a gun, Bourbon couldn't help his mocking expression immediately.

— This joke Bourbon thought he could laugh for a year.

But before Bourbon had any irony, he didn't expect a bigger joke to be waiting for him not far away.

Like Gin's Porsche being bombed.

For example, because of the sudden explosion/explosion of the car on the street, whether it was Conan and the others who solved the case inside the Mihua Department Store before, or the two FBI agents who happened to come to the Mihua Department Store.

Or the real Akai Shuichi pretending to be Okiya Subaru or the members of the black organization who came to attack the fake Akai Shuichi.

All of them were blocked by more and more policemen on the street of Mihua Department Store.

"There are more and more policemen, Gin, what should we do?" Chianti hid on the high-rise opposite the Mihua Department Store and frowned, watching more and more policemen as the sirens approached, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Use the phone to ask the person in charge of this operation, Gin Jiu, about his next plan.

But in fact, there is no further plan. Since the so-called undead of Akai Shuichi they saw before was only pretended by their own organization member Bourbon, no one knows that the real Akai Shuichi is alive.

Except for Gin's favorite car, the Porsche, which was accidentally sacrificed heroically... Cough, the next order is probably conceivable.

"Retreat." Qin Jiu ordered.

The black organization's farce-like infighting mission ended here, and the only loss was Gin's beloved car, the Porsche.

... By the way, how many times does this stalk have to be repeated!

But no matter how many times they repeat, they can't restrain Chianti and Keir's galloping hearts. After returning from this mission, Gin probably has to face all kinds of hypocritical greetings from his companions for a long time.

What kind of plastic companion is this, just resign!

Cough, let's get down to business.

Facts have proved that Gin, which survived the tail of the typhoon Qi Yuanshun on the frontline battlefield a long time ago, is still very good. Little brother Vodka ran away smoothly.

This made Wu Hutui, who walked to the first floor of Mihua Department Store with Nitta Hina after dinner after the commotion, was particularly regretful.

——I thought that with vodka's unlucky luck, he would definitely be caught by the police this time.

I had already prepared to go to the police station to reunite with the five tigers who had been subordinates. After my little tiger ran back and knew the reasons and consequences of his escape.

The Five Tigers were really surprised.

What, the vodka actually ran away?

What, vodka ran off with the new boss?

What, Vodka's new boss is so powerful that he can run with Vodka?

and so on.

"It's too much, if you find a new boss, you'll leave me alone." Wu Hutui pouted disapprovingly while hugging the little tiger.

"The caviar rice is finished, I'm going home to watch TV." Said Nitta Hina on the side.

Then he said goodbye to the five tigers, and Nitta Hina left alone.

The five tigers retreated to stand at the entrance of the Mihua department store, feeling the cool wind blowing and the snow falling in June.

——Wait a minute, leave as soon as you say, throw away after use, even a little friend is too much!

Not long after Nitta Hina left, Conan and others who were originally upstairs, attracted by the explosion/explosion sound on the street of Mihua Department Store, finally rushed to the gate on the first floor of Mihua Department Store.

The street has long been emptied because of the bombing incident inside the Mihua Department Store. Unexpectedly, after Conan finished handling the bombing incident upstairs of the Mihua Department Store, the sound of explosions came from downstairs in a blink of an eye. out.

Destiny is also full of drama, what is this? If you say it will explode/explode, then it will explode/explode. If the upstairs cannot be bombed, then the downstairs will be bombed?

Ha ha.

"What's going on?" Conan just ran to the first floor and watched the scene where the police blocked the street and used fire engines to put out the fire. Conan asked with a serious face as he retreated to the Five Tigers who seemed to have seen them pass by.

"Well, it seems that a car suddenly exploded/exploded." Wu Hu Tui's small eyes drifted for a while.

However, because of some preconceived impressions, Conan did not expect that the explosion/explosion would have anything to do with Wuhutui, a first-year junior high school student who was studying at Ice Emperor Academy, so he didn't notice Wuhutui for a while when he was thinking. guilty conscience.

However, although it's been a while since I played bombs/bombs, the skilled Five Tigers quickly regained their confidence.

"It's a particularly antique Porsche. Maybe it's an oil leak or something. Who knows how it exploded." Wuhu Tui said casually.

...wait a minute, what?

Antique model Porsche?

Conan's pupils suddenly dilated, and he asked in shock as he watched Wu Hutui.

"What model Porsche is that, and what color?"

The five tigers thought about it for a while, what was the model of the car that was blown up by his little tiger.

Well, "It seems to be a Porsche 356a... No, it's a Porsche 356a model. It's an antique. I saw it at my cousin's house before." Wu Hutui said firmly.

"Black."

The black Porsche 356a, isn't this the favorite car of Gin, a member of the black organization?

Could it be that there are people from the Black Organization near this Mihua department store? !

Conan suddenly felt a chill rise from his feet.

But soon he calmed down, because Conan suddenly realized a fact.

"Gin's beloved car... was blown up?" Conan muttered to himself.

No, it should be said, if it was Gin's car, how could it be bombed, who did it? !Seek the truth! ! !

Wuhu Tui's eyes continued to drift.

but.

"What is gin?" Five Tigers heard Conan's words with sharp ears.

Conan came back to his senses, and then remembered to pretend, and immediately said stupidly: "Hey, what."

"I heard you said that Gin Jiu's car was blown up, who is Gin Jiu?" Five Tigers asked curiously as he bent down and pulled Conan to prevent him from escaping. road.

"Do you know the owner of the Porsche that was blown up?"

If you think about it casually, you can think of the car that is still being put out on the side street.

"No... that..." Conan secretly made a bitter face.

He couldn't run away even if he wanted to, why is this kid with five tigers retreating so strong?

"Do you really know him? Qin Jiu is probably a silver-haired man in black, right?" Wu Hu Tui's eyes lit up.

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