The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

After some pushing and giving, it was Matsuo Takashi who raised his gun first.

"Oh, I have been sitting here hosting every week for so long, and this is the first time I have left this position." Matsuo Takashi was filled with the entertainment spirit of the host, caressing the seat next to him affectionately, "I'm still a little reluctant to leave... who did it? He made such an outrageous proposal and separated us!"

He glared funnyly and glanced at the entire audience, with a hint of exaggeration.

Today's program planning was handled by him under his strong arguments. On the surface, it was to show his importance to producer Suwa Michihiko and dispel his idea of ​​changing the host. Suwa regarded this as His last desperate struggle.

But in fact, everything was prepared in advance for the smooth implementation of his murder plan.

This "showing marksmanship" trick was an unexpected situation outside the process. No one explained to him the lack of people, which made Matsuo Takashi a little panicked and angry.

If Suwa is killed as he wishes, wouldn't his suspicion as one of the candidates proficient in marksmanship increase greatly?

"Hahaha, Mr. Matsuo is so scary." Ayako Nagai, who was unaware of his psychological activities, matched his performance and covered her cheeks with her hands. "It was Detective Akechi who suggested it. Don't take your anger out on him." Let’s defeat him quickly and make him pay for his provocation!”

The camera cut to Akechi at the right time, and Karasawa showed an innocent smile to Matsuo Takashi.

Matsuo Takashi glared at him fiercely, with a hint of unpretentious murderous intent in his eyes.

These detectives really know how to cause trouble. The two people invited this time are obviously not very powerful characters. One is a god with a strange name, and the other is a complete pretty boy, just an internet celebrity. He just chose today ...The result is still so inconvenient!

"Then be mentally prepared!" He shouted, picked up a model gun on the cart, and pointed it at Goro Akechi first, "The bullets of victory will pierce through all your tricks!"

Tang Ze glanced at the muzzle of the gun pointed directly at him, narrowed his eyes and smiled at him.

Although there was no change in the amplitude, Miyano Akemi, who was sitting in the audience, couldn't help but reach out and touch her knee, feeling a phantom pain.

Matsuo Takashi didn't notice any problem in this smile, and confidently pointed the gun at the paper man in front: "I'll start first!"

Soon, he recreated his operation at home, shooting through the head of the flying photo.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The white rubber bullets were fired, each shot piercing the bullseye on the human figure.

Three BB rounds were fired, and each of the black bullseye circles had a small hole.

"Wow! Amazing! As expected of Matsuo!" After the camera showed a close-up of each of the three bullet holes, Nagai Ayako raised her hands and waved, and clapped hard, "It's so strong!"

"Lucky, lucky..." Looking at his results with satisfaction, Matsumoto bent over to Kogoro Mori, who was standing in the center, with a smile on his face, "Mr. Mori, would you like to try?"

"Detective Mori, don't be humble, come on!" Nagai Ayako clasped her hands together, put on an expectant expression, and came close to Mori Kogoro, "Even if your grades are not as good as our host, it does not prevent you from being an excellent Detective, come on!"

"Mr. Mori, do you want to show your style as a former detective?" Tangze also followed suit, saying something with a double entendre.

The audience and the two hosts just thought he was joking about what Mouri Kogoro said just now, that the criminal police may not be good at shooting, and some low laughter came from the audience.

Mouri Kogoro stretched out his hand in embarrassment, picked up the model gun in the middle, and looked at the target in front of him.

After all, it was just a temporary entertainment link, and the program team did not really want to embarrass them. The target was only ten meters away from where the gun was fired, and the model gun could not produce the same recoil as a real gun. It was not that difficult to aim. The setting is more similar to the balloon-playing games found at memorial stalls.

If they all played poorly at this level...wouldn't it be a bit embarrassing?

He was unsure of the extent of his display. He glanced at Goro Akechi, who was smiling broadly, and then saw Mao Lilan in the audience. He was heartbroken, raised his gun, aimed at the target, and fired three times in succession.

Nagai Ayako walked to the human figure in the middle, observed it for a while, and found that there was only one more hole in the bullseye.

Did the other two shots miss the target? She thought like this, with an impeccable expression of amazement on her face: "I also hit the bullseye! You have been retired for many years, your marksmanship is very good!"

"It's more than that." Tangze pointed and pointed at the extra hole. "Mr. Maori, three shots hit the same place."

"Huh?!" Nagai Ayako covered her mouth, really surprised.

Soon, the clever director cut out a close-up shot of the target, and the slow playback was projected on the big screen.

During the playback, I saw that the first ball broke the target paper, and the second and third balls followed closely, passing through the same position and shooting towards the back of the target.

As Tang Ze said, he was not blinded by one shot, but he was very good at shooting. He fired three shots with extremely stable trajectories, accurately passing through the same position, so only a hole was left.

"Wow! Mr. Mori!" Ayako Nagai screamed and jumped twice. "How can this be called a bad marksmanship! Oh my God!"

"No, it's just an air gun after all..." Mouri Kogoro grinned and rubbed the back of his head, "Although I'm not a great detective among the criminal police, I am still someone who has held a real gun after all. This comparison is very unfair. "

The audience burst into applause, and Mao Lilan also looked very surprised.

From her understanding of her father, she had never heard him brag about his career as a criminal police officer. She really thought that he was not very good at it. She was wondering if her father would be in a bad mood if he performed too badly during the live broadcast. question……

Seeing his daughter's equally amazed expression, Mouri Kogoro's expression softened and he took a step back easily: "Akechi-kun, it's your turn. Don't embarrass the detective, kid."

Although he was a little confused, he was still an old man who had been in society for many years. Although there was not much disdain and hostility from Matsuo Takashi, he was vaguely aware of it.

"Don't worry, Mr. Mori." Karasawa smiled freely, picked up the last model gun, and imitated Matsuo Takashi just now, turned his head and pointed the gun at Matsuo, "That's it, Mr. Overconfident, In front of the detectives, your machinations will be seen through."

What he said was similar to Matsuo's trash talk, and he seemed to have a clear meaning, which made Matsuo Takashi feel a chill down his back.

This young boy...

Tang Ze suppressed his smile, his eyebrows no longer curved, revealing a pair of deep eyes. He turned the muzzle of his gun and faced the three human-shaped targets.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

With a series of intensive gunshots, Tang Ze emptied the entire magazine of the model gun at three targets. He tilted his head and examined the targets for two seconds. As if he was still unfinished, he slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun.

"Ah..." Nagai Ayako was shocked by the unexpected movement. It took a few seconds to recover and look at the three standing signs.

There is not a single new hole on the standing sign.

With the precedent of Kogoro Mouri, no one would doubt whether he missed a shot, and the director directly cut out slow close-ups from three different camera positions.

On the screen, a series of white rubber bullets seemed to have been accurately calculated in slow motion, maintaining the same spacing, and passed through the bullet holes left by Matsuo one after another, without causing any new damage to the target paper.

"Akechi-kun!" Nagai Ayako screamed first and clapped her hands vigorously, "So handsome! As expected of you!"

When Tang Ze heard her words "Kakuichi", he secretly regretted that she was not calling "Jokka" and that he could not reproduce the classics. Then he looked up and watched the replayed video for a while, feeling equally good about himself.

Have you already said it? If there is no traditional art of emptying the magazine of American traditional martial arts, what would it be called American Iai?