Conan's Helping People

Gin glanced at them coldly and accepted the acting invitation, "Yeah."

It just looks like it will stop at any moment.

After receiving the reply, Hinata continued to lower his head reasonably. He stared at the mission target for a while, and once again realized how intense the pursuit just now was.

There were several scrapes and bloodstains on the mission target's cheek, and there were also pools of blood underneath his body. There was a strong smell of blood hanging over his body, and he didn't know where he was injured.

At least that awkward arm was definitely injured.

Even so, the mission target could still maintain his composure, with a stern look, and his eyes were extremely bright, so the embarrassed dust and blood became embellishments, outlining the ruthless image.

This is a complete desperado.

Coincidentally, Hinata is good at dealing with this kind of desperadoes. It would be even better if they are desperadoes with no bottom line.

He smiled at the target, stretched out his hand to touch the target's lower eyelids, and at the same time casually pressed his knee against the target's shoulder, deliberately pushing the arm down a bit.

When the wound was affected, the other person's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth to endure it.

The lower eyelids are real and cannot be wiped off no matter how much you touch them. However, it may be special makeup that requires a special makeup remover. It doesn't matter if Hinata is reasonable.

Without raising his head, he said in a troubled tone: "I know this person."

"I met the FBI group before when I was hunting them. This guy is not from the FBI."

The mission target also stared at him closely, his eyes moving slightly.

Gin turned around and asked with an expression: What on earth are you trying to do?

I can't raise my head and can't see the mission target.

Glancing up, Hinata immediately lowered his head and laughed again. He didn't need Gin to connect, so he continued to coax slowly, "He has some ability. It would be a pity to lose him. Why not..."

He lowered his head, looked closely at the dark green eyes of the mission target, and carefully studied what was in those eyes.

Well, the other party seems to be confused.

In other words, after seeing him from the beginning, the other party was confused and no longer had such stinging murderous intent.

After recalling the other party's information, Hinata silently recited the word 'family affection'. He gave up exploring this obsession so that it was not confusing. He turned his head to look at the entrance of the alley and said in a calm tone: "Miss Hirota is also here.

, she doesn’t like to see blood, so why not forget it today.”

The mission target couldn't look up at Gin behind him, but he could look sideways at the alley. He followed Hinata and glanced over there, and saw a female silhouette in the distance.

Masami Hirota stood at the streetlight at the entrance of the alley, looking straight at this side. Her face was blurred from the distance, and she could only let others fill in the emotions subjectively.

Hinata reasonably felt that it was definitely not a positive emotion.

He glanced at it and then retracted it, letting go of the hand touching the target's lower eyelid, and quickly reached into the target's arms. At the same time, he used force on his knees again, deforming the target's subconscious resistance movements.

The other party snorted.

Hinata felt a hard object in the arms of the mission target. He skillfully held the object and pulled it out.

It was a gun, a gun with graceful and smooth curves, and a very familiar gun. The bullet was 9mm.

It is also a gun often worn by FBI agents.

Hinata could skillfully control this gun with her eyes closed. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and moved his arms without thinking. He commented: "It's an FBI agent's gun. It seems that someone from the FBI has found you."

.”

He raised his arm and aimed at a higher floor deep in the alley without aiming at all. After speaking, he pulled the trigger without blinking.

Catching his movements, the mission target's body tensed up and stared at him without blinking.

There was a gunshot.

There was a silencer on the gun, so the gunshot wasn't very loud, but it was still deafening in the ears of other people in the alley. Even Hirota Masami at the entrance of the alley swayed and took a few steps into the alley.

The recoil of the gun is still within the acceptable range, but the gap is a bit large.

In the past, Hinata would not feel any discomfort even if he discharged a magazine with this kind of gun, but now he could clearly feel that his palms and jaws were starting to heat up and ache, and his shoulders were also a bit sore.

He sighed calmly, continued to increase the strength of his knees without changing his expression, and then threw the gun to Zhu Fu Jingguang next to him.

Gin stood up straight, looked in the direction where the bullet flew, and saw a fallen shadow. He frowned and waved his hand, signaling an organization member to check, and then looked at Hinata.

"Someone was peeping just now." Hinata explained reasonably and focused on the present. He smiled slightly and said, "Join us, the guy wanted by the FBI?"

"All his equipment belongs to the FBI." Gin reminded him.

"It means that the FBI who found him made the final contribution to him," Hinata touched the lower eyelids of the mission target reasonably, stared into the dark green eyes, and said again, "I need you."

He gave enough hints and kept touching the lower eyelid, expressing his attitude in a subtle way: I speak for you not because of your ability, but because of our similar eyes. You are not the only one who cares about this matter.

, I care too.

Launch a 'weak point attack' without any sense of martial ethics.

The mission target's expression moved slightly again, and he spoke slowly: "You..."

The voice is a little hoarse.

Hinata showed an expression of patient listening and lowered his head again. He waited patiently for three seconds and heard the mission target say intermittently: "The group of people who dealt with the FBI today are related to you. You and the FBI..."

The sound in his ears was intermittent, and it could be heard that the other party was seriously injured. When he heard that the other party was about to say the key point, he increased the strength of his knees without hesitation, and directly pressed the other party's shoulder to the ground, making him

The posture of the opponent's arm became even more distorted, causing the wound to expand again.

The target of this mission did not groan. He also randomly changed the action he had just taken, stretched out his other intact arm, and tried to restrain Hinata in the opposite direction.

Hinata didn't move for a while, just looked at him quietly and showed a smile.

A gun was pressed against the mission target's head.

Zhu Fu Jingguang stood nearby and took action without hesitation at the first opportunity, just in time to stop the action after the mission target changed.

"I guess you also have a modified small pistol on your ankle." Hinata reasonably reached out and touched the knitted hat of the mission target and touched a hand of blood. "Some FBI have the habit of being fully armed. The more cautious the FBI, the more cautious the FBI.

The more you look like a hedgehog, as long as you subdue enough FBI agents, you can assemble a set of hedgehog equipment."

"Those FBI gentlemen who are like hedgehogs have been professionally trained. They act cleanly and decisively, and can give mission targets a thunderous blow."

He slowly added a premise, "Of course, the premise is that the mission target is a human being."

If he were not a human being, he would also give a thunder blow, hitting the air with the speed of thunder.

The organization member who had gone to check on the situation ran back. He glanced at the smiling Hinata and the even worse-looking mission target. He consciously leaned against the corner, trotted all the way to Gin, and whispered: "There is a guy on his forehead.

If you were shot, you could see here from that angle."

"He was carrying guns and jewelry. He should be the guy who broke in."

The members of the organization tried their best to keep their voices down, but the alley was too quiet. There were only the calm breathing of a few people and the heavy breathing of the mission target. This sound was very obvious.

Hinata tilted her head and glanced at Gin rationally, then lowered her head again and said casually: "Ask me one last time, if you want to join us."

He stretched out his hand to the task target, but because the distance was too close to maintain a polite reaching distance, he had no choice but to put that hand in front of the task target's face.

The mission target's dark green pupils stared at him closely. The target took a breath and gritted his teeth to confirm: "Are you going to deal with the FBI?"

His tone became loose.

Hinata's reasonable mood and happiness value is 1.

He nodded, "I have a grudge."

The mission target continued to stare closely at him.

The alley fell into silence again, no voices, only breathing.

Zhu Fu Jingguang cast a questioning look: Do you want to shoot this evil-doing guy to death?

Before Gin walked over, the target of the mission let out a breath, lowered his head, and placed it on Hinata's hand that was reasonably stretched out, causing the hand to sink down under the pressure.

He turned his face in the palm of his hand as if he was tired, and then lowered his eyes. His eyelashes blocked the emotion in those dark green eyes, which lightly swept the palm of that hand a few times.

Hinata was slightly relieved: she finally joined the organization.

The mission target also breathed a sigh of relief: he finally joined the organization.

Gin glanced at them and sneered.