[Conan] Scenery and Light and Wine

No matter why Scotland blushed at Koya on the plane, after arriving in Detroit and entering the mission state, those emotions disappeared quietly in the sun like breath on the glass.

Kaya pointed out the ambush location for Scotland, and let people get familiar with the environment and the feel of the gun——

Scotland didn't use his own gun; members of the local Detroit group sent him one.

Ke Ya took advantage of the darkness to walk into the station and take a walk around.After returning, Scotland found that the box he was carrying was missing, guessing that he might have planted the bomb.

The man's mission planning was ruthlessly efficient, as accurate to the second as his notion of time.

On the day of the mission, Scotland was wearing a camouflage cloth. Through the gap, he could vaguely see the gray smoke rising in the direction of the target location in the early morning light.

Kaya's action begins.

Scotland turned on the earphones, and soon heard Keya's voice coming from the explosion site two kilometers away along with the radio waves, as calm as a piece of ice: "The target is expected to enter your range in 2 minutes and 27 seconds, and you can decide when to shoot. Evacuate immediately after killing the target, your evacuation route has not changed, proceed as planned."

"receive……"

147 seconds later, a rampaging pickup fell off a ramp into Scotland's sniper scope.

Two of the tires of that car were broken, and after rushing out crookedly, it completely lost its function as a vehicle.

A blond-haired white man got out of the car under the protection of three or five people, and made insulting gestures in the direction of the road.

He had a face that Scotland remembered over and over again through photographs.

Scotland raised the muzzle of the gun, pointed the sight at the bridge of the nose of the man, and calmly pulled the trigger when the face showed the ecstasy of the survivors.

13 hours ago.

"Why do you want to let people go on purpose, and then let me shoot?"

Scotland took the photo and strengthened his memory of the other person's facial features. He needed to pick this person out of the crowd at a glance.

It's just that he doesn't understand Ke Ya's plan. It's obvious that the target can be killed in the explosion, leaving only unidentifiable residues. Why go so far as to deliberately set aside an escape route for the other party, and let him shoot and kill them .

"Because the boss confessed, give these gangs a "silent shock". "

Kaya packed some useless electronic components into a suitcase, and took the time to look up to answer Scotland's question.

"But didn't you want to disguise the explosion as an accident? Wouldn't it be exposed if you shot it?"

This time Keya didn't answer Scotland right away, he gestured to Scotland to wait a moment, counted the contents of the suitcase, closed the suitcase and buckled the lock.

"This man, Leonard, is nicknamed the Red Lion. He is ambitious and reckless." Keya took the photo in Scotland's hand and put it on the table in front of them.

Pointing his finger, he said, "It's easy to let this person die in an accident, but it won't solve the problem. It's hard to guarantee that other gangs won't follow what this lion did in the future."

Scotland understood what Kaya had left unsaid.A smuggling route is placed here. Since there is a red lion who dares to take a bite of the cake, if he is killed, there will be other blue lions and green lions watching in secret.

But according to Ke Ya's plan, this operation will become a blatant deterrent for tomorrow.

The organization has the ability to design an "accident" with no loopholes, and Leonard, he will die in the hope after his difficult escape-as a warning to other forces.

"So you have to do two things, judge the timing of the sniping, and then clean up all traces of your existence."

Ke Ya folded her hands on the table, her tone was as steady and stable as when they chatted on the plane.

"I need you to be the magic bullet shooter who brings despair down."

Scotland smiled, and raised the scope to adjust the front sight to Ke Ya: "Then I have to solve the problem within seven bullets."

In fact, a sniper generally has only one chance of a bullet, either successfully solving the target, or being discovered.

Fortunately, Scotland couldn't be more reliable.He quickly cleaned up the scene, wrapped the [-]-pound sniper rifle in a tarpaulin and threw it into the cistern on the roof. Other members of the organization would come to collect it after the limelight passed.

Ten minutes later, a young man wearing a blue hooded sweater with a musical instrument case on his back was stopped by the police who blocked the block. Played and sang on the wall a melody that is not popular in Detroit.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Scotland and Kaya successfully met at the Starbucks opposite the safe house.

Koya's evacuation is much more troublesome than Scotland's.But he was not embarrassed, he was still wearing the familiar black windbreaker and three-piece suit, more like a university lecturer than a bomber.

Last night's stay-up action seemed to affect him a lot.Ever since he sat across from Scotland, he raised his hand and rubbed the space between his brows from time to time.

"You look like you need a break, Keya."

After hesitating again and again, Scotland still couldn't stand on the sidelines. He pressed the super-large American glass in Keya's hand, and shook his head in disapproval.

"I just got a headache from the explosion, and it has nothing to do with rest." Keya took Scotland's wrist and gently moved his hand away, tore off two sugar packets and poured them into the coffee, and poured half a cup without stirring. .

No matter what the reason was, it would be full of convincing force when Kaya said it in that flat tone.

Colleagues are the most taboo to get along with each other, let alone the working environment of the black organization.Although Scotland was still skeptical, he rationally stopped asking.

After a while, after Keya finishes drinking his coffee, he will find a reason to drag him back to the safe house to rest.

Scotland thought so in his heart, but he heard Ke Ya say to him: "I ordered lunch at a French restaurant in the city center, and the meal time is at [-]:[-] noon. Do you want to take a stroll or go back and have a rest?"

what?

Scotland's eyes widened in bewilderment.

"Didn't you say before that you want to eat Detroit's special food?" Ke Ya frowned slightly and looked at him, as if she didn't understand why Scotland couldn't even remember what she said.

Then he may have misunderstood Scotland's blank expression, and explained with a straightened corner of his mouth: "This restaurant has a high rating on the Internet, I think you can try it. If you want to eat local specialties, I will take you to Mexico Street to eat thick noodles at night." Pizza."

"Oh... oh..." Scotland murmured, "It's all right, I'm not picky."

When did this person check the reviews and book the restaurant?From the time they got off the plane to the present, it took less than 30 hours at full count. During this period, Keya was responsible for connecting with members of the local organization, arranging mission links, making and installing bombs, until evacuating from the scene just now.

A person in Scotland who listens to the command all the time has no time to be distracted, but where does Ya, the main person in charge, find the time to do these things.

What's more... Is the organization such a company that loves peers?Just because of a small talk from the temporary partner that I don't even remember, Ke Ya thoughtfully arranged the itinerary for him.

If I remember correctly, this is the second time they met, why did they do this for him?

This man had just blown up a compound where at least a hundred people had gathered.Zhu Fu Jingguang in his heart said to Scotland.

But in the interval between gunpowder and fleeing, he ordered a table of French dinner and invited me to taste it.The Scotland in my heart retorted angrily.

"I'm flattered..." Scotland smiled helplessly.He raised his head and looked at Keya, trying to see something from those cold gray eyes, but in the end he just uttered: "Everyone who goes on missions with you, will you treat him to dinner?"

"Of course not." Ke Ya didn't seem to understand why he asked such a question, and said in a calm tone talking about objective truth: "I ordered it because you said you wanted it."

"Is it because I said I want to eat it, or because it's me?" Scotland asked cunningly, he was eager to know what this warm and conflicted man was thinking.

This question was fruitful, and for the first time, Keya showed what could be called a hesitant look in front of Scotland.He pushed down his glasses, and Scotland guessed it was a small gesture to cover up his inner feelings.

"Because is you."

He said so.

Scotland subconsciously found it ridiculous.

However, Ke Ya's performance told him that it was true.The man lowered his gray eyes and turned the paper cup in his hand.Concealed to reveal some unknown embarrassment.

"Your words make me feel that you..." Scotland considered the words, trying to find a more euphemistic way of saying, "you have a crush on me."

Ke Ya actually nodded her guess after thinking for a while: "That's fine too."

He didn't seem to feel that he had said anything embarrassing, and he naturally returned to the topic: "Have you not finished your drink yet? The restaurant you ordered will take half an hour to drive there. Whether you want to go shopping or rest, you have to Make a decision as soon as possible.”

"Go back and rest."

It always feels weird for two big men to go shopping together, especially after Keya said something similar to a confession.

In Detroit in autumn, the pale golden sunshine makes the streets warm and warm.Ke Ya took off her black windbreaker and folded it on her arm, arranged the chairs she had sat in neatly, and stood by the table waiting for Scotland.

Scotland drank the lukewarm coffee in the cup, picked up the musical instrument bag and walked to Ke Ya's side.

"Let's go..." he said.

So Ke Ya nodded, walked in front and held the door for him in a gentlemanly manner.

"You..." No need to do that.

Scotch's words were broken in Kaya's calm gray eyes.Ke Ya turned her head to look at him, questioning the unfinished meaning of his words.

This calm and reasonable attitude made Scotland sigh, and felt that if he continued to struggle with the meaning of Keya's words, he would be embarrassing himself.

In any case, the goodwill conveyed by this person to himself is obvious to all, and there is no reason to freeze the relationship between two people because of a vague sentence-friend, you should think so, right?

He smiled in relief, and accepted Ke Ya's kindness generously: "No, it's nothing, thank you."

Fortunately, Ke Ya didn't like to ask questions like Scotland, she nodded to show that she had received it, and said nothing.

"What do you usually eat for French food?" Scotland asked with a smile.

"Gouble stew, snails, foie gras, etc., there will be bread and soup, with aperitif and table wine. Dessert is usually pudding or pie."

It can be seen that Keya is not good at introducing food, and described the most shining gem in the food culture as cheap as the rhinestones on the hairpins of high school girls.

Scotland paused, unable to say that he was looking forward to it against his will, so he laughed dryly and talked about other topics: "Is it a restaurant with a dress code? I didn't go out with formal clothes."

"You can wear it as you like, don't worry about it." Ke Ya's tone was as stable as ever.

"That's good, go back and take a shower and take a nap, and you can have a big meal when you wake up. It's really good."

"Um……"

The two walked side by side into the dry autumn wind, and the gust of wind blew their subsequent conversation into broken syllables, mixed with the sound of fallen leaves colliding, and the specific source could not be discerned.

The author has something to say:

Jing Guang knew what to eat in French cuisine, but just wanted to pass a message to Keya.

hungry……