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

Chapter 615 Gin: I am air

On the rooftop.

Gin took his eyes off the scope and lowered the gun: "One."

He did not change his clothes, still wearing his usual shirt and windbreaker. When he picked up the sniper rifle, it felt both incongruous and yet there was an indescribable sense of coordination.

Sniper rifles are always kept in the vehicle, and members of the organization will carry them when approaching a mission.

However, Angostura twitched his lips to show his speechlessness at Gin's two shots to 'solve' a person:

"You count hitting a man in the knee as one? You're really smart!"

A certain Anjiu's voice was quite gnashing of teeth.

He also held a sniper rifle in his hand - of course, he didn't usually carry a sniper rifle, this gun belonged to Anderburg.

Just now they discovered an abnormal reflection from the window of a building, and noticed that it was most likely the hideout of some FBI personnel, so Angostura wanted to have an appetizer to cheer him up.

Gin won the rock-paper-scissors game, so he had the first move...

But he only knocked down the frame of the bed curtain and hit someone in the leg.

Angostura, who was watching through the scope, was disdainful.

"What's the point of killing them now?" Gin sneered, looking at Angostra with contempt in his eyes, "If you have the time, you can just kill them with one shot, it's better to cripple a few more."

Angostura learned deeply from Anderburgh and looked at Gin expressionlessly: "You really can make this behavior of less is worse than more sound."

Gin said calmly, "It's just the truth, think about it Stella."

"When they are wounded, disabled, and surrounded by us...what will the situation be like?"

Gin's mouth was stretched wide, and he looked like a murderous demon.

Angostura's expression remained the same, he just aimed his gun at another window: "What else can we do? If they want to escape, these remnants will be a burden. If they want to fight us head-on, they will also be a burden."

"Rather than letting them act recklessly and without any scruples, it would be better to give them more burdens, isn't it?" Gin smiled grimly.

"Tsk! You're really boring, but..." Angostura took a deep breath and glared at him viciously, "How can I fight you when you scared everyone back with your two shots just now!"

Gin sneered: "You can't aim at anyone, who can you blame?"

Who made this guy lose the game of rock-paper-scissors?

Angostura muttered a few curses under his breath, and then took aim for several minutes before firing two shots at an airtight window based on his instincts.

Gin was watching with a telescope at the side, and he only noticed a shadow swaying behind the curtain, but he was not sure whether he hit anyone or not... After all, Angostura did not remove the curtain.

In the words of a certain Anjiu, using a sniper rifle to shoot at curtains or something is a pure waste of bullets.

The two of them fought a round each. When Gin wanted to find another target to hit, he found that he could not find any gap.

The window curtains were tightly closed. After four shots, those people probably realized the source of the threat and might have hidden in the other room.

"What a pity..." Gin sighed.

Then he looked at Angostra: "My sniper is already in position nearby. Your people should be here too, right?"

"Almost there." Angostura took out his phone and looked at the text message. "We'll be there in five minutes... our target is that house."

Gin added: "Don't miss the houses on the left and right, and the one we just locked. These people all know the principle of a cunning rabbit having three burrows."

"No need for you to remind me!"

"Oh, and then there is..."

"I say! You don't need to remind me!!" Gin paused, "I just want to ask you."

Angostura was annoyed: "What?"

Gin narrowed his eyes: "Have you reported this operation to the boss?"

Angostura sneered: "Nonsense! How could I possibly report such an action...ah, how could I not report it!"

"…Are you on time?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand!"

……

Only about three minutes passed.

With Gin and Angostura at the center, the alleys and rooftops nearby were filled with men in black...

In fact, from a distance, the current distribution of organization members is not very dense, but the problem is.

It's broad daylight now.

It was broad daylight, in a clear and bright world, and yet the "night" came out so openly?
Gin realized it belatedly - it seemed that this was his first time to participate in a group activity during the day?

...a bit exciting.

Gin flexed his knuckles a little excitedly, and heard the conversation between Angostra and the people who came over from behind:
"Lord Angostura! Fortunately, Grenz has delivered the person to the designated location..."

"Well, sure, but why didn't Grenz send the message himself? I got the impression that you two didn't have a very good relationship, right? Alex."

"Well, well...Grenz said he interrogated me very late yesterday and forgot to charge his phone. He couldn't leave, so he asked me to come and report..."

"Another interrogation? Tsk, I guess they'll make him stupid."

"Um, Master Stella, that FBI guy seems to have gone crazy..."

"You don't need to remind me!"

Gin, who was standing by, listened to the conversation between Angostra and Alex, and silently made a cross for Judy in his heart.

But the fate of the other party depends on the result of this action, and Gin himself can't care so much.

Most of the personnel contacts this time were handled by Angostra, and Gin also transferred the communications of his subordinates, including Vodka, to Angostra not long ago.

Vodka and Angostura had already gone to their assigned positions before the two people's 'appetizers' were served: Vodka was in charge of a part of the 'roadblock'. Although this place was remote, it was not completely deserted. It would be best if they did not have more people come to affect their actions except for those who were already in this area;

Of course, if it was a resident in their hunting area, it would be fine if he stayed in the house. If he came out, he might be regarded as an FBI manslaughter by mistake...

As a top sniper, Anderburg's performance was limited here, so he left the main force and went to find a suitable sniping position by himself.

Vermouth, who had acted separately from Gin before, did not come here in the end. Under Angostra's arrangement, she was also responsible for a "roadblock".

"Very good, now everyone is here." Angostura clapped her hands, "Gin, Alex! The two of you will lead the vanguard and conduct the raid—"

Gin frowned when he felt he was being ordered, but then he relaxed his brows and silently put away the sniper rifle.

But, the next moment, he felt like someone stabbed him in the chest:
"Ah? Lord Stella, is Lord Gin here too?" Alex looked confused.

"Nonsense, are you blind? Isn't he right here... huh? Where is he?"

Gin: "..."

What should he do if he really wants to hit someone?
(End of this chapter)