Conan's Helping People

The sense of existence of the mission goal is too strong.

He was seriously injured, and the smell of his blood lingered in the entire alley. He was breathing heavily. After the air came out of his nose, it brushed against Hinata's palms and sprayed onto Hinata's neck and half-crouched calves.

And because it is leaning sideways on the palm of the hand, not only the breath but also the eyelashes can be felt in the palm of the hand, there is also a slight divergence of breath in the wrist, and the slight heat flows along the palm and wrist into the sleeves.

There was blood flowing out from nowhere, dripping down the arc of his chin, and gathering drop by drop in Hinata's reasonable palm, making the place where their skins came into contact quickly become moist.

On top of that, he's hot and heavy.

This hand had just fired a gun, so it was already a little uncomfortable, and now it's still a bit hard to hold the dog's head.

Hinata thought rationally for a second. If she immediately stopped her hand and waved it away in disgust, would this subordinate who had just surrendered become murderous in an instant and commit the following crime?

The disgusting meaning of this action seems to be quite obvious, and there don't seem to be many people who can swallow it and endure it, so forget it.

He then asked the seriously injured guy in his palm, "What's your name?"

The heat flow increased, and the mission target took a few breaths, as if very weak, and managed to answer in pain: "Zhuxingda."

"Okay, Morohoshi," Hinata moved her hands reasonably, restraining the desire to tell him to get up quickly, "You can call me..."

He raised his head, looked at each other with Gin, smiled again, and then casually spit out his code name, "Ice Wine."

Real name, it is absolutely impossible to have a real name.

Although the other party most likely already knows his real name... just look at the news. Thanks to that big news, many people have an impression of him.

"This is my code name."

The palm was touched again, and the dark green eyes blinked rapidly several times.

This posture does not always have the disadvantage of being able to clearly feel the other person's presence, but it does have its advantages.

That is, the other party is expressing surrender, so he has given up all resistance and concealment of his behavior. Hinata can easily feel the life of the other party.

The other person placed his chin in his palm, and he could feel the other person's warm skin, heavy breathing, and blood-flowing veins.

Those things were clinging to his palm, brushing up the sense of presence bit by bit, and constantly brushing up the sense of dominance.

As long as he wants, he can attack suddenly and end this guy's life at any time.

This posture can completely control the other person, and also gives the illusion that you can control the other person's life at will.

That's the only benefit.

Hinata reasonably let go of the other hand that had been placed on the back of the other person's neck, put it under the hand holding the other person, then adjusted her posture and sat down cross-legged.

"Mr. Morohoshi," he lowered his head and called out this polite title. When Akai Shuichi raised his eyes, he paused and corrected himself, "Mr. Morohoshi."

I just finished playing the emotional card in a subtle way. It seems too unfamiliar to call me Mr. Morohoshi. Let’s use this title again tomorrow.

He lowered his eyes and asked gently: "You are seriously injured, can't you get up?"

The warm breath I felt in my palms became a little heavier.

The other members of the organization took a few steps back based on instinct, and stood against the wall with eyes and noses in mind.

Gin also took two steps back, then sneered and said: "This guy was shot five times and has lost the ability to move."

The call was answered very well, please don't answer it again next time.

Hinata turned her head reasonably and looked at Gin, who was considerate and considerate. He said politely: "I see, thank you, you cleared up my doubts."

Gin took two steps back again.

Ah, so you realize that you said something wrong? Did you really not mean it?

Akai Shuichi is very sensible. Even when he was supposed to hear "You are great, I admire you very much, and I will treat you well in the future." When he heard words that hinted at disgust, he did not become angry, but just blinked tiredly.

After a few glances, he put his good hand on the ground and barely supported himself.

He half sat up, and his black hair was soaked with blood. The locks slid down his shoulders and dangled in the air, which was very eye-catching.

Hinata stared at those strands of hair for a few reasonable moments, and did not grab them subconsciously. Instead, she continued to move her gaze downwards and quickly took a look at the opponent's situation.

There is also a blood red patch on Akai Shuichi's abdomen, where he must have been shot. There are also wounds on his legs. Judging from how wet his hair is, his back must also be injured... Where did the blood on the knitted hat come from? His head was broken by a bullet.

?Or someone else’s blood?

While thinking, Hinata made a brief assessment of the opponent's injuries. He reached out his hand again, skillfully searched the opponent's body and took out a dagger.

The dagger was very sharp, and there was a blood groove on it. There were some blood stains on it, but it looked like the traces were stained on it, so it should be Akai Shuichi's own blood.

He turned the dagger and said relaxedly: "Do you want me to help you dig out the bullet?"

Akai Shuichi's expression did not change much. Blood flowed from his forehead, passing through his eyebrows and eyes, making them moist. His breath was still heavy and weak, but his tone was very calm, "Okay."

Then he stretched out the right hand with the most serious injury. There were two bullets in that arm, one on the shoulder and one on the inside of the elbow. The entire sleeve was wet and could be twisted out with just one squeeze.

Beach of blood.

Wow, so miserable.

Injuries of this degree were ordinary in the past, but now, Hinata had not seen such serious injuries for a long time.

He skillfully cut open the sleeve with a knife, and the tip of the knife naturally turned around on the opponent's skin. The moment the arm subconsciously tightened, the tip of the knife easily broke through the obstacle and penetrated smoothly.

Go in.

Akai Shuichi groaned, and immediately relaxed his arm as much as possible, and the tip of the knife easily squeezed out the remains of a hard bullet.

The whole set of actions was as smooth and smooth as drinking water. There was no warning at all. It was very simple to insert the knife, dig out the bullet, and withdraw the knife.

Hinata stretched out his hand to catch the remains of the bullet. He stared at his wet and dirty palms for a while, then looked up at Morohoshi, and saw a face with frowning brows that became paler and colder.

The other party was obviously enduring the pain.

He realized something belatedly.

Wait, due to the differences in the world, helping the other party to get the bullet with bare hands in the first place is not an act of care, but torture!

In the other party's view, not only did he not use anesthesia or painkillers, he also did not disinfect the dagger, and he did not even use subsequent wound medicine. He was definitely deliberately torturing and severely breaking his bones.

Hinata rotated the dagger a few more times rationally, letting the red light dance between his fingers. He thought for a while whether to explain, but looked at the other party's expression that clearly had no objection and just endured silently, and swallowed the explanation.

If I give some sincere explanation at this time, such as "I'm used to this, I dug it out on the spot, I'm very sorry," etc., it always feels more like a sweet date after a slap.

They are still bad sweet dates that have been eaten away by insects.

He could only give a very nonchalant explanation, but one that the other party might accept, "Sorry, that bullet was stuck too deep. If you wait for these wastes to send you to the hospital, you will have sequelae on your right hand."

‘I’m worried that your right hand will have sequelae, really, believe me’.

Akai Shuichi took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, stabilized his voice, and then said calmly, "Well, I believe you."

...what do you believe?

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been forced out of his mouth.

Hinata could understand reasonably. He ignored the insincerity of the other party's language and extracted the true attitude expressed in the other party's voice. He felt that the other party was still a little dissatisfied with his ruthless operation after recognizing his younger brother.

This is normal.

If a word is true, it must be verified with sincere actions.

He raised his head and stretched out his hand towards Zhu Fu Jingguang.

The hand was wet, with a lot of blood on it. The bloodstains of varying degrees outlined the outline of a chin, and there was also the remains of a bullet that was just taken out of a human body that was also wet.

It's a level of terror that would make normal people have nightmares at night just by looking at it. Even Hinata's reasonable face can't reduce the level of terror, but makes it even more terrifying.

Zhufu Jingguang glanced at the hand. Hinata didn't explain what he wanted to do, so he hesitantly picked up the remains of the bullet.

The hand was still in mid-air, and its fingers moved.

Zhu Fu Jingguang hesitated again, looked into the shining green eyes, and slowly raised his hand.

"...Give me the gun, thank you." Hinata reminded reasonably.

A few seconds later, he got the gun, continued to look at Akai Shuichi sincerely, and fired without blinking. In the sound of an organization member falling to the ground after being shot, he said calmly: "It was that guy who held you down just now."

Shoulders?"

On the surface, he had no guilt, was calm and confident, and said in a calm tone, "I helped you get revenge."

Then stand up.

He asked again casually, "By the way, who searched Zhu Xingjun's body just now?"

There was silence in the alley, and the few remaining members of the organization did not move, looking at each other with their eyes.

After waiting patiently for a few seconds, Hinata finally heard the sound of shoes scraping the ground. A member of the organization stood up and explained in a stumbling voice, "I didn't just..."

The gun that FBI agents like to use is one that Hinata is very familiar with. Its magazine can hold fifteen rounds of bullets.

While explaining, he pulled out the magazine and took a look and found that there were still five bullets in the magazine.

Excluding the two shots he fired, Morohoshi had fired eight shots with this gun before, plus the pocket gun hidden in the opponent's calf, the blood groove dagger hidden in the back of the waist, and the small dagger hidden in the left wrist.

Hinata made a reasonable and rough estimate that if there was no Gin and no one present, Morohoshi would definitely be able to escape easily with his eyes closed, even if the opponent had been shot five times.

In fact, until now, Zhu Xingda still has accumulated physical strength and resistance ability. He suddenly used a knife to dig bullets, and the other party was able to endure it. It was normal to endure the existing injuries on his body and fight back suddenly.

Nothing more.

The simpler and normal fact is: these organization members are not only fish monsters, but also waste.

Even these things were not found. Just now, he was so vigilant in suppressing Zhu Xingda, as if he had really restrained him.

...It is estimated that even if he is caught, it will be Zhuxingda's tactic.

If the person who came to see Zhu Xingda was not him, then the other party's next step would be to violently counterattack and directly destroy the group.

Hinata sighed calmly, counted the bullets one by one, put the magazine back, and then turned the gun.

Hinata is very skilled in dealing with desperadoes, and he is also very skilled in dealing with trash.

The organization member continued to explain, to the effect that he only had time to restrain Mr. Morohoshi and did a simple body search, but the search was not that detailed. I'm really sorry, blabla.

Just hearing the beginning, Hinata reasonably expected what was to come. He nodded deeply, as if he believed it deeply.

Then he raised his hand and fired.

After a simple and crisp 'bang', the organization member stopped explaining.

Before other members of the organization could react and start running away, and before the echo of the gunshot disappeared in the alley, Hinata continued to fire reasonably and calmly.

One gunshot after another rang out in the alley again, and the echoes of the gunshots overlapped. The first gunshot and the fourth gunshot were like a snake biting its tail, layer upon layer in the alley.

Swing open.

Gin frowned and did not move. The remaining members of the organization started to move and fell one after another.

The recoil of this gun is really not that strong. Even if it fires four times in a row, the impact on the body is about the same as firing a sniper... It had been too long since I had sniped, so Hinata reasonably felt that she was good again.

He squatted down again, continued to look at Shu Yiyi, and said softly: "I hate waste."

"However, it doesn't matter if you can't detect the target's dormancy. If you can't even search for weapons, you can't even be considered a waste."

"Instead of letting this kind of guy continue to live, he was..." Hinata paused reasonably, swallowed the 'humanoid object' lightly, bit it subtly and renamed it, "enemy, subdued."

"It's better to kill them before then to avoid future troubles."

He turned the gun so that the muzzle kept turning in front of Akai Shuichi and himself, "What do you think, Morohoshi-kun?"

Moro Hoshida and him looked at each other, seeming to realize that this was an intensified threat after being ruthless, so their expressions subtly changed for the worse.

He lowered his brows, his expression fierce for a moment, then immediately regained his composure, and replied firmly, saying word by word: "I think what you said makes sense."

This kind of desperado, no matter how much he cares about "family affection", "family affection" is just a rope that can wrap around the other person's neck. The other person can easily break away and will never let him do whatever he wants.

Hinata reasonably understands the dangers of taming wild beasts.

Only a more powerful, threatening, lifeless and abnormal existence can make beasts fearful.

He smiled at the other person, stopped turning the gun, stuffed it into the other person's intact left hand, and then paused subtly.

His fingertips felt the rough gun cocoon.

No wonder this guy's right hand was hit so hard by the gun. It turns out that his usual hand is his left.

Hinata blinked her eyes and subtly whispered: "There is one bullet left, I will give it to you, Lord Zhuxing."

I really wasn't killing the chicken to scare the monkeys just now, I am now.

"I hate trash, but I like you. I hope you won't disappoint me."

That's weird.

Waste is annoying, but threatening beasts are also annoying. These two are the same, and Hinata doesn't like them.

Akai Shuichi's pupils swayed, and he and the smiling Hinata looked at each other for a while before saying in a hoarse voice: "I understand."

It's time to call it a day.

Hinata smiled reasonably, stood up easily, and casually commanded the only non-codename member in the room besides the victim, "Hiro, send him out to deal with his injuries."

He stretched out his hand to Zhu Fu Jingguang again.

Zhu Fu Jingguang handed over his gun.

"..." Hinata smiled again and said softly, "Give me your hand."

He held the other person's hand and found that the other person's body temperature was actually low. Compared with his, Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand was a little cold.

But it doesn’t matter. What follows has nothing to do with whether your hands are cold or not.

"You gave me a bullet, I was deeply impressed." Hinata said in a gentle tone as if she was shaking hands with a Samoyed, "I don't want to give you back what you gave me."

"Can you understand that?"

He looked at the other person and found that the other person's Adam's apple rolled a few times, obviously in a fearful mood after being threatened by a madman.

The other party replied in a low voice: "...Yes."

Unfortunately, the opponent's legs were not injured, and it took a lot of movement to raise his hand to touch his head. Hinata could only let go of his hand with regret, encouraging and comforting the two unlucky guys, "Don't worry, I have always had a strong sense of control over my subordinates who are not useless."

patience."

For example, the blond Hiro, although he hates the other party, the other party is not a waste, but a short-term competitor, and Hinata has never banged the other party personally.

It's a pity that the black-haired Hiro didn't seem to believe this extremely true statement. He just lowered his eyes and responded again: "Yes."

well.

Hinata chose to be tolerant in a reasonable and generous manner. These two guys were lucky enough to meet him. They probably spent dozens of lives as lawbreakers and got retribution now.

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Stop fighting, stop fighting, it’s a blessing for both parties x