Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 593: Say it now
The battle between Gin and Underburger did not ease up until 700 yards later...

It wasn't that either of them was slower - it was just that Gin took longer to aim.

From beginning to end, Anderburgh always followed Gin's rhythm, and he would never pull the trigger unless Gin fired.

"You don't have to be so polite."

After solving the two goals, Gin glanced at Anderburg with an increasingly friendly look.

"Gin, you are a senior after all, it's what you should do."

Anderburgh's tone remained calm as he pulled the trigger.

biu——

The bullet pierced through the virtual scene and disappeared into darkness.

Anderburg followed closely behind Gin and completed the triple kill in only half the time it took Gin.

The two of them once again achieved the record of all headshots without a single miss, and some members who were watching couldn't help but applaud softly - such as Clarette and Alex, who had been almost corrupted by Kiel and her.

Angostura, on the other hand, kept staring at Gin, and no one knew what he was looking at.

Scene change...

For the next 850 yards, the scene switched to the wilderness.

As the number of yards continues to increase, the difficulty of sniping also increases accordingly - of course, this is only relatively speaking. At most, there are more and more things blocking the view, and fewer and fewer people.

However, the moving speed remains unchanged. As long as you find the target correctly, it is the same as shooting at a fixed target.

"But where in reality is there such a mountainous terrain..."

After complaining about the authenticity of the map in his mind, Gin aimed at the hat on top of a virtual character's head and pulled the trigger without any mercy.

The little man in the virtual scene suddenly fell down powerlessly.

However, when he saw this scene, Gin frowned slightly - this shot hit the target's heart.

But soon, he frowned, turned the gun around, and aimed at the next target...

head shot.

head shot.

This time, even Angostura couldn't help but whistle - not in mockery, but in appreciation.

Anderburger continued as usual and waited until Gin started to aim at the last target before taking action. After Gin had finished with all his targets, Anderburger only watched for a few seconds before finishing off his three targets.

Gin praised: "Your sniping skills are much better than before."

Anderburg accepted it humbly: "It's OK, that's all."

Next, the nine-hundred-yard scene automatically switched, and a white, blinding alpine snow scene appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone wailed more or less the moment the map appeared, and then either put on sunglasses or covered their eyes.

Even Gin and Anderburg, who were in the "competition", twitched their eyes——

What on earth were the people who designed this map thinking?
I really want to pull the designer out and give him a beating.

Gin looked with his naked eyes at a tiny figure who was almost invisible walking in the white snow, complained resignedly, then raised his gun and aimed.

At this moment, a light breeze blew by, and Gin's hand, which was about to pull the trigger, paused, felt the wind, rolled his eyes suddenly, and fired a shot casually...

——Bah!

The training scenes were very realistic, whether it was live ammunition capture or special effects. The bullets were completely off track, and the tiny sounds of hitting the snow were perfectly simulated.

"you win."

Gin missed the shot, not being surprised at all, he put away his gun and admitted defeat, while lightly pressing the elevator switch twice.

Anderburger blinked his eyes, casually blew up the three target dogs, and followed Gin down the lift platform, "Gin, are you not feeling well?"

In addition to keeping an eye on the target, Gin was also paying attention to Anderburg; Anderburg had also been paying attention to Gin, so he naturally saw that Gin's last move was just a waste of time.

"You're not good at it. Even if you can hit all the shots by luck, one of the shots hit the heart. In terms of accuracy, you still win." Gin bit the paper stick of his lollipop and threw the gun to Vermouth. "I haven't shot in so long that I almost forgot what it feels like to hold a gun."

"That's pretty good, Gin." Anderburger didn't hesitate to praise him, saying expressionlessly, "Even if you're not very good at it, you're still much better than someone else."

Gin patted Anderburger on the shoulder as if to comfort him: "My condolences, it's really hard for you to have teammates like this."

Anderburg felt this deeply, and a hint of vicissitudes appeared in his emotionless eyes: "Who said it wasn't?"

"… I say, do you think I won't know who you are talking about unless you mention the name?"

Angostura stood nearby, a row of hash marks appearing on his forehead.

You are making indirect accusations in front of him. Do you think he is deaf?
Gin glared at Angostura and said, "Why do you need to remember your seat number? We are not talking about you."

Angostura sneered: "Ha, ha ha... Gin! Do you think I'm stupid?"

Gin sneered back, "Oh, originally there wasn't, but you admitted it yourself."

Angostura: "..."

How could this Gin be so cunning?! Was he switched?!
Wait, could this be Gin's trick to divert attention?
……Probably!
After Angostura sneered, his smile gradually became kinder. "Hmph... Gin, no matter what tricks you use, you just admitted that you lost! As punishment, you must unconditionally obey anything I ask you to do!"

Gin glanced at Angostura coldly, as if he was looking at a lunatic, took out a piece of lychee candy and gave it to Anderburger and Vermouth, and said slowly: "Promise you? Stella, are you bleeding in your brain?"

Angostura: “……?”

"It wasn't you who was competing with me just now." Gin sneered and looked at Anderburger, "Tell me, Anbu, what do you want?"

Anderburger pinched his chin and thought for two seconds, completely ignoring the look from his teammates, "Then, how about eating the most expensive food in Japan for a day?"

Gin was a little speechless: "...Okay, when I find a place, I'll treat you to a meal."

Does this kid only care about food besides money? It seems that this wasn't the case when they were in a team before...

Angostura was so angry that her nose almost became crooked.

Just as he opened his mouth, Gin suddenly looked at him, his expression returning to indifference: "What are you planning to do this time?"

“…Tsk, you’re quite perceptive.” Angostura’s angry expression disappeared, “Much better than Vermouth.”

Gin sneered: "I'm not a vase."

His own behavior and Angostura's were too similar, and it was hard for him not to know what the other was going to do.

On the side, Vermouth: "..."

Which side does Gin stand on? Is he planning to betray his country?
Angostura folded his arms and chuckled, "Ha! That's right... Let me think, which one should I say first?"

"I advise you to explain everything clearly within one minute, otherwise I can't guarantee that you can see the sun tomorrow." Gin suddenly showed his sharp white teeth, looking particularly ferocious.

Angostura: "..."

Gin is such a troublemaker!

(End of this chapter)