Conan's I'm really not a model worker in a winery

Chapter 145 Angostura

Rice flower town.

Under the rain, as time went by, the number of passers-by gradually became thinner.

A little girl in a white coat ran wildly on the street...

But no one noticed her or her bare little feet.

"Huh...huh..."

Miyano Shiho was a little tired from running, so he stopped and held on to the telephone pole, breathing heavily, and looked back from time to time to see if there was a man in black chasing after him like a nightmare...

Originally, she took the poison she developed with the mentality that since she was going to die, she might as well die with dignity.

Unexpectedly, a change that had only occurred once in tens of thousands of experiments actually happened to her——

Her body has shrunk!

"Kudou Shinichi...he must have become smaller too!"

Miyano Shiho gritted his teeth, stepped forward on his extremely sore calves, and continued running forward.

She is going to Kudo's house...

Only that person, Kudo Shinichi, that young man in a similar situation to her, might be able to help her!

Miyano Shiho walked to the door of Kudo Shinichi's house almost with his only remaining consciousness.

But the moment she saw the house number, her tense nerves relaxed a little, and she lost consciousness and fell to the ground...

‘Wow~’

The rain beat mercilessly on the girl who fell to the ground, not caring about her weak body...

But at this time.

A cloaked figure suddenly appeared on the wall opposite Kudo's house.

Under the black hood, only a white mask can be seen.

Seeing the girl fainting, the figure immediately came down from the wall and landed next to her. After gently picking her up, he looked at the door of Dr. Ali's house next to him.

The man in the mask and cloak didn't hesitate at all. He placed him under the iron fence, rang the doorbell, climbed up the fence again, and disappeared after a few clicks.

——

Qinggang Pharmaceutical Company.

After Gin played a minesweeper and asked Noah to evacuate, he began to send signals to peripheral members to announce the evacuation.

After Vodka had almost prepared the destruction measures, they were ready to leave.

——The so-called destruction means blowing up.

"Is everything arranged?" Gin turned off the computer after seeing Vodka come back.

Vodka nodded, "Don't worry, brother, I've destroyed the program... This building has been planted with bombs, I'm asking people to evacuate now."

"No."

Gin waved his hand and looked coldly, "I have asked the irrelevant peripheral members to evacuate. Let the others stay here."

Vodka was shocked: "This?!"

Is this a rhythm that requires everyone to be exploded together?

Gin patted Vodka on the shoulder, "After you destroy the database data, go down first. I will be responsible for installing the bomb in the laboratory."

How can it be called a building bombing if it doesn't kill a few people?

Gin looked very calm.

The total number of experimenters and informed members is no less than thirty... It is another great achievement to add to Gin's cadre resume.

But in his decades of experience, it was just a tiny splash...

In the training camp alone, not even a hundred but dozens of his peers died at the hands of Gin. After coming out of the training camp, he was just a knife in other people's hands at first, and he would kill anyone they pointed out.

Over thirty years, how many dead souls has he held in his hands?

I haven’t counted Gin, but it’s definitely not less than a few thousand…

Silently placing a bomb on the outer wall of the laboratory, Gin silently muttered in his heart:

"Let's give birth to a good child in the next life..."

…

That night.

With a loud noise, Qinggang Pharmaceutical Company was engulfed in flames.

According to reports from reporters who arrived later, according to the police's judgment, this should be a fire caused by an explosion caused by chemicals, and none of the employees who were working overtime in the company at the time survived...

In the dark ruins, the medical team could occasionally lift a charred corpse from the ruins.

A curly-haired male police officer in a black suit kept walking around the scene, looking for every clue...

"Matsuda, I have already told the media as you said."

Officer Memu came over solemnly, "But...did you really find the bomb?"

"Ah, it can't be wrong."

Matsuda Jinpei stroked a piece of wall that had been trampled by the blast, his sharp eyes filled with inexplicable emotions.

"Although the person who planted the bomb handled it very skillfully, most people would think that it was an explosion caused by improper chemical configuration or the leakage of certain flammable gases that caused the fire..."

"But the traces of the explosion are not just two or three. At the scene currently surveyed, no less than ten detonation points were found in the collapsed part alone."

Officer Memu looked confused: "No less than ten places?! Then if it is really a bomb..."

Matsuda Jinpei said in a heavy tone: "Yes, at least a dozen bombs were installed on the collapsed floor...but they may also be homemade bombs. After all, except for that kind of large black organization, I can't think of anyone else who can kill them."

He made so many bombs."

"Anyway, let's investigate more carefully."

Matsuda Jinpei looked at the night sky that had returned to clearness, and a figure wearing a helmet appeared in his mind involuntarily.

"I will definitely find you..."

——

Around one o'clock in the afternoon.

England, East London.

There are only two passengers in a London Eye cabin.

One of the dark-haired men wearing a black windbreaker kept disassembling and disassembling the pistol in his hand...

The parts rolled over in his black-gloved hands, but none of them fell to the ground.

‘Kaka——’

'Click~ click...'

Another man in a black trench coat with light blond curly hair stretched out from the window of the car holding a Barrett with a silencer, and there was a guitar bag standing next to him.

"Can't you be quiet?"

(Please translate the following dialogue into English)

The man with light blond curly hair glanced emotionlessly at the man who was still disassembling and assembling the pistol.

I wonder if it disturbed him?

"What's wrong Unber?"

The black-haired man stopped disassembling and pointed the intact small pistol at the blond man, "Do you think I'm noisy?"

The scar extending from the center of his eyebrow to the right cheekbone makes him look particularly ferocious.

Both men have typical European faces.

"You are indeed noisy."

After the man named Anbu said this, his eyes widened slightly and he instantly pulled Barrett's trigger.

There was only a soft sound, and a bullet had already rushed towards the window of a building opposite at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

After Anbu looked in the scope for two seconds, he silently put the muzzle of the gun into the car, removed the silencer, glanced at the pistol pointed at him expressionlessly, and packed it away:

"Stura, you are boring."

"Hey... who makes someone take such a long time to deal with a target that is five hundred yards away?"

The black-haired man named Stella curled his lips.

Anbu was not afraid of this scary man at all, and said with a cold face: "You should reflect on why someone insisted on arranging the sniper site on the Ferris wheel."

It's hard to aim since he's always moving, isn't it? This bastard keeps making noises next to him to disturb him, which is too much.

Although the problem is not big...but this attitude problem should be condemned.

——Real Wine Catalog·Issue 1——

&The asterisk represents the degree of threat&10 stars

Claret——*

Pisco——*

Rum (RUM)——***

Angostura——************

Underberg——*******

——Zhenjiu Archives·Non-original work——

[Angostela·File: The training camp is one period later than Gin. He looks down on Gin. He is Gin’s arch-enemy and a direct member of the boss in England. He is an all-round killer similar to Gin. His dream is to kill Gin.

.]

[Anderburg File: Born in the same training camp as Angostela, specializing in snipers. He once performed missions with the 25-year-old Gin. Since leaving the training camp, there has been no empty gun record within 800 yards.

Angostela's partner.]

[Claratte File: An intelligence agent under Pisk, he is good at free fighting and short- and medium-range shooting, and he respects gin very much. 】

PS: The only ones who can fight are hiahiahia who are directly under the boss.

(End of chapter)