Conan's Helping People

System prompt:

[Special mission ‘Mr. A’s Test 1’ has been completed, with 100 points.]

[Special mission ‘Mr. A’s Test 2’ has been completed, with 100 points.]

Two hundred points arrived.

Hinata's reasonable mood suddenly rose. He stared at the system prompts for a few seconds and pulled out the special prompts for the previous mission:

The task just completed was very perfunctory, basically using coercion and inducement... mainly coercion.

Hinata was actually prepared on how to relieve her grief after seeing the [Point 1] prompt, but the result was 100?

Did he complete the task 100%?

Are those two guys really just trying to intimidate?

Or is 100 just the base score?

Considering the stinginess of the system, Hinata rejected the last guess reasonably and decisively, thinking that those two guys were just relying on coercion.

Oh, humans.

The task was completed, and he didn't bother to care about these two guys. He simply exited the state of torture and forced confessions, stopped smiling, turned around calmly, and walked towards Gin.

As he walked, he lowered his head and opened and closed his hands repeatedly.

Just now, he tried his best to leave all the blood on his hand to Zhu Fu Jingguang, but there was still some blood left on his hand. Because the amount was small, it became more viscous and obvious.

Hinata is a little bit intolerable.

He urged Gin, "Let's go quickly."

Gin Jiu responded, then turned and walked out of the alley.

He didn't walk in front of Gin, nor did he walk side by side with Gin. Instead, he squeezed out of Vodka's place and slowly lagged a few steps behind.

Then he reached out and grabbed the hem of Gin's long windbreaker.

The other party paused and looked over.

The silver hair was very clean and could not be touched by blood. It was too conspicuous. Hinata only grabbed the black windbreaker. He complained without changing his face: "Don't turn on the street lights next time. It's too dark in the alley and I can't see clearly."

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Vodka, who was lagging behind for a while, but clearly saw Hinata's reasonable actions: "..."

He hesitated to speak, hesitated to speak, and finally pretended that he had not seen it.

Forget it, if you report it anyway, the boss will remember you and Bingjiu will also remember you. They are not human inside and out.

Gin sneered, "Your shooting skills just now don't look like you can't see clearly."

"Just now was just now, and now is now." Hinata continued with a straight face. He released one hand and took a look, then changed his position with satisfaction and continued to hold on to his windbreaker, "Besides, your subordinates are too useless.

"

"They are also your subordinates." The other party used magic to defeat magic without any shame or change of expression.

If Hinata legitimately believes that Gin is his subordinate, then in essence, those losers are also Hinata's legitimate subordinates.

It does make some sense.

Hinata pondered for a moment, then slowed down her pace a little, then turned into Gin striding in front, dragging him along with the hem of her long windbreaker.

He came up with something new, "It doesn't matter, they are no longer anyone's subordinates, and they are not trash anymore."

But a corpse.

When this was mentioned, Gin frowned and said, "Next time, try not to suddenly shoot and clean up the members of the organization."

"...and try not to continue shooting after the mission is completed to clean up other people."

"I just killed the chicken to scare the monkeys. It is necessary." Hinata retorted reasonably and casually, "Besides, I haven't just cleaned up other people a few times."

Probably? I have no impression, that is [the number of times I can clean up other people at will is 0], it is the scheming Marshmallow Yeye who is slandering him.

I'm used to it, ugh.

He quickened his pace, taking the opportunity to get rid of the last bit of sticky feeling on his hands, and then walked side by side with Gin briskly, smoothing over the other person, "But, I think what you said makes sense."

Gin glanced at him, slowed down and took a step back, "What you did just now was very skillful."

Whether it was coercion or inducement, or coercion and inducement, Hinata was very easy to handle, especially when it came to taking bullets with a knife.

It was clear that the guy had agreed to join the organization, but Hinata was reasonable but went against her usual comforting tactics and continued to intimidate and induce him.

The writing is coercion and inducement, and the reading is torture.

And the smoothness of taking bullets...

Gin's feeling was just like dragging Hinata to the shooting range for a reasonable reason at the beginning, only to find that this guy's marksmanship was too outrageous. It was a bit subtle.

The marksmanship can be said to be playing a game, but it is understandable. After all, the game also requires aiming operations. Without the recoil, it seems to be almost the same as the real world, so you can trust it.

There is a 1% probability that this is the case.

But if you don't practice the operation of digging out bullets by yourself hundreds of times, you will definitely not have this level of proficiency.

Gin had been reminiscing over and over again, thinking for a while about the missions that Hinata had done before, and recalling whether there had ever been a situation where "when a person died, the body was also used, which improved Hinata's marksmanship and sword skills."

It seems not.

Unless Hinata is really bored and turns things into a mess, such as the Tokyo sniper incident, other situations are just ordinary daily tasks. This daily task may include innocent members of the organization being implicated, and passing gangsters...

…that’s all.

There is nothing special about a corpse becoming a corpse.

Even if there is, it cannot be accomplished in one or two missions. The more times you do it, the more the police officers are perfunctory, they will find that they have not collected clues correctly and it will be classified as a serial murder case.

So, how did Hinata develop the skill of taking bullets with one hand?

Gin's eyes swept over Hinata's reasonable body and landed on the other person's neck, back, arms and legs in turn. There was nothing unusual about it.

He looked at the opponent's arm carefully again.

Hinata was wearing short-sleeved clothes and most of her arms were exposed. There were no minor wounds or scars on them, including the most critical wrists.

The gaze was too obvious, so Hinata retracted her fingers in a reasonable and nonchalant manner, and looked at him confidently.

This question is a bit difficult to answer, and the very directional gaze is also difficult to ignore. Hinata retracted her fingers again and answered perfunctorily: "That gun game has an injury effect. After being shot, you can take out the bullet and stop the bleeding.

, can restore a small amount of blood."

Before Gin started to speak, he predicted in advance, "You are busy with work, I don't think you want to play."

Gin: "..."

Gin nodded slowly.

There was an alley ahead, and Masami Hirota was still standing under the streetlight waiting. She kept staring at Hinata and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was not injured.

As soon as we got out of the alley, Vodka went to drive first.

Gin pondered for a while, then continued the topic, "If you are interested in medicine, you can go to a medical university, or find some teachers in related fields, and verify and practice with them."

"Don't practice it on yourself."

Hyuga Reasonable: "?"

What are you talking about?

He glanced at Gin's dark long trench coat and felt that the other party had noticed his innocuous little move just now and was now blaming himself, so he accepted the opinions tolerantly and humbly, and tolerated the other party politely, "Okay."

Gin: "..."

Before he could speak, a black Porsche drove over, successfully interrupting the topic.

After getting in the car, Gin brought up a new topic, "Do you like interrogation?"

I can honestly say that what I just did was not subjugation, but interrogation.

Hinata asked rationally, "Why do you say that?"

The moment he asked the question, he realized why Gin suddenly asked him this question.

When they were in the alley just now, Hinata was smiling all the time, spoke very kindly, and behaved very politely.

Of course, some corpses who are no longer subordinates and no longer useless may have objections to this.

"I don't like it," he said casually, "laughing is a habit. Certain normal behaviors will have a contrasting effect if they appear at inappropriate times, making it easier to break through the psychological defense line."

Horror movies also like to play with this kind of contrast.

What's even more amazing is that it seems that all human beings have mastered this method without any teacher. When interrogating others, they will always be neatly dressed and understated. In contrast, the person being tortured is trembling and bloody.

Hinata learned these methods from the FBI. He had encountered the FBI interrogating people, and using it directly was already the simplest and most direct method. The more commonly used method is fishing, where the bait is placed on a pile of humanoid objects.

Up in the air, let the bait feel the desire of the humanoid object for him.

There are also common methods of boiling eagles.

No matter which method is chosen, whether it is the FBI or ordinary people, they will all smile when they are interrogators.

He tried it several times and found that a proper chuckle could indeed break through other people's psychological defenses, so he tied 'smile' and 'interrogation' together.

When he was in the alley, smelling the familiar smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, Hinata entered the state reasonably. As soon as he entered the state, he smiled habitually.

...Hey, it seems that the whole process of intimidation has been exposed.

Hinata paused reasonably, finished the general idea, and added a confident sentence at the end, "However, I was not interrogating just now, but subduing."

Then he blamed him, "Maybe it's because although he was seriously injured, his basic resistance ability and backup skills are still there, so you may have misunderstood."

Gin's brows twitched. Since the facts were really clear, he did not defend himself, but simply elaborated, "I asked more than twenty organization members to round him up. In the end, only the few people in the alley were left, and the others

They were all killed by him."

No, there's not even one left.

Hinata reasonably ignored this implicit counter-accusation, quickly grasped the point, and continued to accuse, "You didn't participate in the round-up in the first place?"

"I participated," Gin paused and sneered, "but I didn't forcefully get under that guy's gun like a stupid roe deer."

That means other organization members behave like idiots.

More than twenty people rounded up one person, only to be beaten down to five or six... No wonder Gin didn't stop him when he started shooting.

Hinata reasonably estimated that even if he didn't shoot, those members of the organization wouldn't be able to think of any good fruits like "the mission was completed, well done, and I will be rewarded". With the mission like this, after the mission is over, none of them will

Don't even think about getting out of the alley alive, Gin will deal with them personally.

Gin continued on this topic and reminded him, "That guy is very dangerous. There is a high probability that he did not join the organization sincerely, but was forced to lie dormant."

"Be careful when you tame him later."

Indeed, apart from the fact that the members of the organization are too useless, that guy is also very powerful.

Hinata didn't answer the question, 'Be careful when you tame him in the future.' He nodded subtly, glanced out the car window, and estimated how long it would take to reach Miyano's house based on the streets outside.

There's still a little while left.

He nodded slowly, "It's considered subdued now. I'll send a report message to that gentleman."

Then he lowered his head and typed, quickly edited a message and sent it, and added something to the effect at the end, 'Ah, I asked Gin to help, but he made a bit of a fuss. You must already know about this, but you know

I know, but I still want to report it to you personally.

After pressing the send button, he looked up calmly and said, "I'm done reporting... Hey, are you injured?"

Gin's hair was too long, covering part of his face, and he was also wearing a complete set of dark clothes. Moreover, he had just come out of an alley filled with smoke and the smell of blood. When he first smelled the smell of blood, Hinata was reasonable

Don't really care yet.

It wasn't until he looked up after sending the message that he found Gin looking out the window.

From this angle, there is a faint trace peeking out from the silver hair beside the ear, which is a trace of a bullet scratch.

"Huh?" Gin turned around after hearing the sound, raised his right hand nonchalantly, and touched the mark on his left face, "It's just a scratch."

Aren't you left-handed? Why do you raise your right hand subconsciously? And from the beginning until now, it seems that there has been no big movement.

Hinata glanced at the front seat, Vodka was concentrating on driving, Hirota Masami was looking out the window in concentration, both of them looked like "I didn't hear your conversation."

His eyes jumped a few times, and he caught a very small mark on the top of the passenger window, about one-third the size of a fingernail.

A bullet probably hit the top of the glass when the window was open. Now that the window is raised, it's not that noticeable.

Catching that point, Hinata looked away and looked at Gin's left arm.

There is no damage on the long windbreaker, but again, there is no dust or anything like that. The whole thing is clean... except for the back hem.

It didn't look like the clothes had just experienced a chase. They were extremely clean.

This is, after the left arm was injured, you still changed clothes?

Hinata took a reasonable sniff and confirmed that she had left the alley for a while, but there was still a faint smell of blood lingering in the closed car.

No smell of alcohol or painkillers.

He said slowly: "...Actually, my wound treatment skills are very good, especially when it comes to removing bullets."

Gin glanced at him and said, "The bullet has been taken out and the bleeding has stopped."

"Oh," Hinata responded slowly and reasonably. He moved to the left again to avoid accidentally touching the injured person's injury, "That's good."

...so miserable.

It's really too miserable.

When he led more than twenty men to round up a man, not only did the other party kill a dozen of his men, but he himself was also wounded.

Although there is an order to capture the opponent alive, it is inevitable that one's hands are tied and it is not easy to start, but the opponent can shoot bang bang bang without any worries.

Even if you are injured, you can only pretend to be strong on the surface, otherwise you will not only lose face in front of your enemies, but also lose face in front of your colleagues.

It's so miserable. It's absolutely miserable and humiliating.

No wonder I stopped wagging my tail today. It turned out to be a double blow, both psychological and physical, and I was in a period of depression.

Hinata thought for a while and comforted dryly: "It's okay, I'll help you get revenge."

If we understand his habitual caring behavior of taking bullets according to the peaceful world, and rounding it off a little, it means that he helped Gin take revenge.

"..." Gin glanced at him, "I guessed it."