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Last time, Fuguhara gave Kenji Hagiwara advice for taking the police exam, saying that he asked Zhu Fukongliang to borrow textbooks, but Hagiwara Kenji really asked Zhu Fukukongliang to borrow them.

Zhu Fukongliang recalled for a while: "I put all the materials at home, and I will give them to you next time when I have time."

Kenji Hagiwara knew that the Motoshi family was all from Nagano, and that the three brothers of the Motoshi family were adopted by different families, and that Sora Kora currently lives alone.

Therefore, it is easy to analyze from Zhu Fukongliang's tone that this home does not refer to the apartment where he lives alone, but the house with his adoptive parents.

Hagiwara Kenji was not in a hurry, he just said that he would wait until he was free.

Then he received a courier at the door of the safe house the next afternoon.

The vigilance of the former bomb disposal policeman made him stare at the package without a mailing label for a while, and after confirming that there were no dangerous items inside, he carefully opened the box, and then saw a stack of textbook references and texts that were almost brand new inside.

Kenji Hagiwara blinked his eyes, and then from the names on several of them, he determined that this is the material that Zhu Fukongliang said.

Hagiwara Kenji took a photo and sent it to Zhu Fukongliang, with a habitually frivolous tone: 【It’s so fast, it’s already delivered. 】

Hagiwara Kenji: [But unexpectedly, there is no note at all, it is as clean as if it was newly bought. 】

Zhu Fukongliang: [What do you think it is like? 】

Hagiwara Kenji: [I thought it would be the kind of serious notes that are marked with marker pens of different colors, and you can see it seriously at a glance? 】

Zhu Fukongliang: [Are you a little girl? 】

Hagiwara Kenji: [What a poisonous tongue, Xiao Kongliang~]

Zhu Fukongliang never needed to take notes, anyway, he could remember at a glance. Even if he was in a daze and didn't listen carefully in class, the pictures that entered his eyes and the sounds he heard in his ears would be directly stored in the In memory, you can read it at any time.

Hagiwara Kenji took out the books inside neatly, sighed deeply, and muttered helplessly: "Obviously I have passed the exam once and graduated, but I have to do it again..."

Leaving aside the issue of his identity, even if there is no problem with his identity at all, and there is no accident in the middle, it has always been Kenji Hagiwara. Now that technology and regulations have been updated after seven years, he is sure There is no way to keep up directly.

Fortunately, Hagiwara Kenji is still in the most energetic and enthusiastic age group, and what he has learned before will not be returned to the past teachers so quickly.So he just wanted to remediate the part of the course that was updated in seven years.

But when he was sorting out the materials, a photo suddenly floated down from an unknown textbook.

Hagiwara Kenji looked at the photo that fell on the ground, put the book away first, and then bent down to pick it up.

This is an old photo, it looks like it was taken several years ago, and the pixels are not that high.

"...an abandoned high-rise roof?" Kenji Hagiwara recalled in his mind, but did not find the memory of the relevant floor.Then he turned the photo over and wrote a number or two on the back with a marker.

【127】

The year is not written, and it is not sure whether it is a date.But looking at the handwriting, Hagiwara Kenji tried to compare it, and thought it should be the handwriting of Zhu Fukongliang.

What's the point of this photo?Hagiwara Kenji stared at the photo for a while, hesitated in his mind, and decided to ask directly.

Hagiwara Kenji used the same tone as usual, and entered text on the phone: [Xiao Kongliang, there is a photo in your textbook, can I return it to you directly next time we meet~]

After about 5 minutes, the other party replied: [Yes. 】

Hagiwara Kenji stared at this simple word, and muttered softly to himself: "You are really guarded."

On the other side, Zhu Fukongliang, who replied perfunctorily, was sitting in a Porsche.

Yes, that is the well-known Porsche.

Zhu Fukongliang put away his mobile phone, he was still wearing the formal attire for going to work at the police station.The black-haired police officer took out a USB flash drive from his pocket, threw it to the silver-haired young man sitting beside him expressionlessly, and complained: "I'm not in the intelligence team, I'm going to leave the job of collecting intelligence to Pula. Wouldn't it be nice to have Tom or Bourbon?"

Gin didn't answer this well-known question, and Zhu Fukongliang didn't bother to continue complaining, so he directly reported his address and said to Vodka who was driving: "Just take me back."

Vodka looked a little hesitant, and confirmed Gin's expression through the rearview mirror inside the car.Realizing that his elder brother didn't seem to refuse, he silently changed the direction and drove.

Looking at the obedient vodka, Zhu Fukongliang tilted his head, and suggested: "Should I also find a driving boy—I mean, a partner?"

Zhu Fukongliang leaned on the seat relaxedly, with a lazy expression: "I have a special car to pick me up and drop me off from get off work every day, it feels really comfortable."

"Are you bored?" Gin Jiu glanced at the black-haired young man beside him who raised his head, completely exposing the weakness of his neck.But even Vodka is very clear, even if it seems that there are a lot of flaws now, once someone makes a move against Brandid, Brandid will immediately show his aggressive side.

"It's very boring, I feel that there is no fun anymore." Zhu Fukongliang rarely spoke the truth.

Kusuo yearns for an ordinary life, while Sorasuke chases after Kusuo.They all have their own goals, and Zhu Fukongliang also has them, but his goals are not the same as those of his younger brothers.

If it had to be said, Zhu Fukongliang was the most aimless and indifferent among their brothers.

Obviously the work of resurrecting his brother is not over yet, but Zhu Fukongliang still feels a certain amount of tiredness?Or boring?

Maybe it was because one of them was resurrected successfully, or maybe he entered a short period of slack.It suddenly felt very boring.

The expression on Gin's face didn't change, but when Vodka drove the Porsche near the apartment, Gin said calmly: "There will be an operation the night after tomorrow, and we still need a sniper."

Not a sniper, but Zhu Fukong, who can barely work part-time, his eyes lit up, and he immediately said: "Count me in!"

The plot in the comics follows Conan, but it doesn't mean that those who don't appear will freeze in place.

This time the action plan is not particularly technical, it is basically a routine of threatening people, taking intelligence, and then clicking and shooting.

Gin's boss style is very good, but don't forget that when he first appeared on the scene, he was in an amusement park, and he would go on a roller coaster with vodka (although the purpose is to identify the target person through the roller coaster).

There is also the Shinkansen bomb article, which proves that gin is actually quite down-to-earth.

Zhu Fukongliang was lying on the roof of a high-rise building, the cold wind blowing through his braids that were rarely tied up again, through the sniper scope, Zhu Fukongliang aimed at Qinjiu's current location.

The organization has always been mysterious and vigilant, but staring at the fat of the organization, it is not impossible that there are cannon fodder roles that he can replace.But this time, Gin was lucky enough to actually encounter such a dog-eat-dog incident.

The direction of the sniper scope was aimed at the gin at this moment without hesitation, and the corner of Zhu Fukongliang's mouth curled up with a completely different smile from when he was bored before.

In front of Gin, less than one meter away, the man who just exchanged briefcases with him did not yet show a relaxed smile on his face—at this moment, a bullet appeared from hundreds of meters away. The bullet pierced his temple!

Blood was splashing in an instant!A little splash of red fell on Gin's beautiful silver hair!

Gin Jiu's wolf-like green eyes immediately aimed at the direction of the shooting. Obviously, he was so far away, and he shouldn't have seen Brandide who was far away on another building.But just by imagining, Qin Jiu could imagine the ferocious and arrogant malicious smile on that lunatic's face!

The silver-haired killer's face was also full of hostility and killing intent when the blood splashed out!The pistol at his waist was pulled out, and the muzzle was aimed at the enemies who rushed out and seemed to be waiting for him to step on the trap!

The long windbreaker and long silver hair never hinder Gin's actions. Gin is holding a briefcase in one hand and a pistol in the other, harvesting lives one after another with bullets without hesitation!

Brandide, who was a hundred meters away, cooperated with each other even more tacitly. The bullet fired by the sniper rifle even brushed past Gin's body for a moment, but hit another enemy who was almost close to Gin!

Brandyd snorted. He didn't know whether it was a pity that the shot missed Gin, or he lamented that his skills had not regressed.

When the first shot is fired, the position of the sniper will be directly exposed, so this position can no longer be used.Brandyd threw the sniper rifle into the warehouse, carried a musical instrument case that was just for show, climbed over the stairs, grabbed the railing of the stairs and jumped down a few floors.

Brandyd returned to the place where Vodka was parked, opened the car door and got in with the smell of gunpowder all over his body, holding a brisk smile that made Vodka's back chill: "Vodka, go pick up your brother!"

Vodka reacted very quickly. He turned the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator, and rushed directly to the vicinity of the battlefield where Gin was harvesting the lives of the enemies. He watched the silver-haired man who was already waiting there get into the car neatly.

Gin's breathing didn't even speed up, only the stain on the black windbreaker that was deeper than black could prove what happened to him just now, the silver-haired young man with a cigarette in his mouth naturally gave an order to the vodka: "Get someone to deal with it!" on site."

Vodka immediately carried out this order—at this moment, he saw the picture on the rearview mirror, and the eyes behind Vodka's sunglasses suddenly widened, and he immediately shifted his sight away, not daring to look any further.

I saw Gin's pistol aimed straight at the brows of Braided Brandide, those fierce green eyes seemed to be darker than usual in the night, and the smoke belonging to cigarettes was floating in the car , blurring the vision between the two people.The silver-haired man's voice was low and hoarse, and his words clearly contained murderous intent: "Have you had a good time?"

Brandide didn't mind aiming at the muzzle between the eyebrows, and even leaned forward. His blue cat eyes were unbelievably bright, and unconsciously tainted with an inexplicable childishness. He replied briskly: "certainly!"

"—I'm so happy!"