Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

"It's this Yoshino, what Takagi said was right..."

Amid the conversations of his juniors, Zhu Fujingguang looked up and used a telescope to roughly estimate the distance between the two sides.

In order to make it easier to waltz from the window, the criminal chose a building a hundred yards away; and in order to stop him, Shuichi Akai chose another tall building from which he could snipe in reverse, which increased the distance by at least seven times.

Being able to accurately shoot through the opponent's sniper scope at such a long distance, Lei... Akai's sniping ability is still so powerful.

If it was Fūya Reizai, who has always disliked the other party, he might have mocked him for being late and letting the other party succeed, but the person here now is Morifushi Kagemitsu, who is also a sniper, and he only has admiration in his heart.

"They are so unlucky. They want to train the younger generation and go to the remote wilderness, but in the end, they are remembered by the occasional car owners passing by on the road..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang had just put down the telescope when he heard Jiang Teng Dazang's chattering and sighed in his heart.

Last night, Hunter's surgical report came in, which recorded that the location of the bullet fragments was compressing the nerves. He could not pick up a gun again, nor could he do delicate work like making bombs.

Late at night, they received another call from a passerby who said he heard gunshots when he was returning home from overtime work. When they rushed to the neighborhood, they saw a decadent drunkard crawling out of a house, where they found Hunter's body, which had been sniped.

And this morning, the FBI also sent back other intelligence, one of which was crucial - a road trip enthusiast saw the news, the wanted poster and the reward, and he remembered that he had seen Hunter with a short-haired Asian man on a trip, so he immediately called the police.

Modern times are different from decades ago. With the advancement of criminal investigation technology and other technologies, it is becoming increasingly difficult for criminals to get away with it.

Passing by a store with surveillance, using a credit card in a remote area, and passing by an inconspicuous passerby may all leave clues.

If it was an ordinary minor case, the criminal might have escaped by chance because he was too lazy to investigate the case in detail. However, this time the criminal committed a heinous crime.

First the embassy was bombed, and then so many people were killed, which attracted the attention of at least two countries. Faced with one of the country's largest violent agencies starting to operate at full capacity, no matter how powerful a single criminal was, he was powerless to resist.

"But why did Yoshino do this? If he really wanted to help Hunter get revenge, he could just kill those enemies. Why did he attack the embassy and kidnap and kill those criminal soldiers? In the end, he even killed Hunter."

Zhu Fu Jingguang came back to his senses and heard the doubts of his junior: "Once he enters the interrogation room, we can naturally find out."

"I know, but this kind of prisoner..."

Before Jiang Teng Da Zang finished speaking, he heard a few irritated exclamations from the other end of the headset.

"what happened?"

He asked hurriedly, and Zhu Fu Jingguang also looked over.

"——Reporters are coming! From more than one media outlet!" came the other side's irritable voice.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was stunned.

How come the reporters arrived so quickly?

……

"Clap."

The familiar sound of chess pieces falling was heard in an office.

There is blue sky and white clouds outside the window. Looking towards the port, you can see a cross-sea bridge in the distance.

Former commander and current adviser Mark Spencer looked at the chessboard, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He saw black and white pieces interlaced on the board, with black having the upper hand.

He held a white piece in his hand, and wanted to put it down several times, but hesitated to take it back.

Anyway, it’s not a formal game, so he doesn’t care, and neither does the person playing against him.

Opposite him, Aoyagi Binguang was leaning on the sofa. He rarely tied his hair up, and his long hair was scattered on his shoulders. He picked up a cup of black tea with two portions of milk, took a sip, and casually turned a page of the album in his arms.

"Hunter and his men's revenge..." Mark Spencer began.

Aoyagi Binguang interrupted him.

"Who told you he wanted revenge?"

Chapter 318: Fire Fighting (Part )

Considering the brutality and special status of the criminal, the SAT special police were mentally prepared to start a gunfight when they came up.

But they didn't expect the arrest to go so smoothly.

They pinned Kevin Yoshino to the ground, searched him, and made sure there was nothing dangerous on him. Then they pulled him up and handcuffed him. The two strongest members held his arms on the left and right, and the rest of the members surrounded him in an outer circle.

Someone went to pick up the sniper rifle that had been shot down, and was somewhat surprised to see the sniper scope pierced by the bullet, then carefully put it away as evidence.

The group walked downstairs in a mighty procession. As they entered the elevator, one of the young members couldn't help but mutter, "This case has become such a big deal, but I didn't expect it to be over so soon."

Kevin Yoshino had been keeping his head down and saying nothing, but when he heard this, he glanced over there.

The elevator door blocked out most of the outside noise, but as a former soldier, he had excellent hearing, and he could hear the sound of a large number of vehicles heading towards here in the distance.

The sound fell into his ears, deafening like thunder, making his heart pound.

Almost successful.

What Hunter wanted to do was about to succeed.

……

How easy is it to make a person fall to the bottom?

How easy is it to make a person lose all his honor?

How difficult is it to get a person back on his feet after he has fallen to the bottom and lost all his honor?

——Or in other words, is there any possibility for him to get back on his feet?

Kevin Yoshino wandered in front of a private hospital.

After getting off the car, he paced under the shade of the tree in front of the hospital, glancing at the door from time to time. Only when the security guards at the door were about to come over to question him did he go in.

"Hello."

Yoshino was tall, strong, and muscular, standing on the ground like a small mountain. However, facing the gaze of the seated nurse, his momentum was weakened, and the words he asked were a little hesitant.

"Excuse me, Mr. Timothy Hunter...which ward is he staying in?"

The United States is the country with the highest military expenditure in the world. It has nearly 140 million soldiers, with many new recruits joining and some veterans retiring every year.

Yoshino retired after the Middle East War. After the war, many people left the army due to injuries or psychological reasons.

Although retired soldiers are apparently provided with favorable policies, not everyone can enjoy them.

Yoshino was one of those people who did not enjoy the treatment and started to be self-reliant. Moreover, he was not very lucky. He chose to be a bodyguard, which seemed to be a legitimate job, but it turned out that his boss was involved in organized crime, and he had one foot in the gray area.

Because of this, he has been afraid to meet Hunter.

But the current situation does not allow him to avoid it anymore.

Yoshino stood in front of the ward, and before he could raise his hand to knock, the door opened. Hunter stood there, wearing a hospital gown, with sallow skin, heavy bags under his eyes, and a protruding jaw.

He looks more than ten years older than his actual age.

He no longer looked like the hero he was on the battlefield. Yoshino was stunned when he saw him, but Hunter showed a surprised expression when he saw him: "Yoshino?"

Yoshino's eyes passed over that face and looked into the ward as if escaping. "I heard from Green that you were sick, so I came to see you. How are you now?"

Hearing the instructor's name, Hunter stepped aside and said, "Come in and talk."

The door closed quickly. It was a single room. Yoshino was stunned for a moment as he looked at the empty space with only a bed and medical equipment.

He remembered that Hunter was married and had a younger sister. Their family had a good relationship and he had heard Hunter mention them many times in the past. But there was no trace of their existence in the room before him.

Hunter threw the checklist that he had casually dropped on the chair back onto the low table, cleared a chair, and sat back on the bed. "It's been a few years since we last met. The last time the instructor came, he said you were a bodyguard. How have you been lately?"

"That's how I live." Yoshino frowned and couldn't help asking, "Hunter, where are your family? You were sick, why didn't they come to accompany you?"

"They're gone," Hunter said. "It's just me, my wife, my sister, they all died a few years ago."

Yoshino was stunned for a moment: "How could it be...?"

Hunter shook his head, not wanting to elaborate.

"So how is your illness?"

Yoshino looked Hunter up and down, and looking at his skinny and withered face, he couldn't really say "You should be well soon." He had a bad feeling since he entered the hospital.

Hunter shook his head again.

"Not very good. Even with treatment, he can only live for another year at most."

Kevin Yoshino's eyes widened in shock, just like when a bullet grazed his eyebrow on the battlefield; Hunter was very calm, and the tone of this person did not fluctuate much throughout.

In just a few seconds, the ward was as quiet as a grave.

"you……"

Yoshino found that his voice was trembling a little. He stood up, looked at Hunter, and spoke again.

"Hunter, can I do anything for you?"

This time it was Hunter who was stunned.

"You saved me." Yoshino said seriously, "If you hadn't helped me on the battlefield, the bullet would have hit my brain stem instead of just grazing my eyebrow. I owe you my life, and I want to help you."

"This is also my compensation to you." He finished speaking in one breath, "At that time, you were framed by Waltz. He slandered you for killing civilians, and I happened to be assigned to fight in another place. I didn't stand up to speak for you in time, causing you to be distracted on the battlefield later..."

Something was shaking in Hunter's eyes, and he whispered, "...Do you believe me?"

"I believe you!" Yoshino said quickly. He took a step forward and carefully grasped Hunter's shoulders, trying to convey his thoughts to him as much as possible: "Of course I believe you! You will never do that kind of thing!"

Hunter stared at him for several seconds, then looked away.

"I want to ask you to help me investigate something secretly." He said dryly, "The sooner the better."

Yoshino asked, "What's going on?"

Thanks to the current boss, he is now semi-involved in organized crime. On the surface, his company is an ordinary arms company, but in fact it has business dealings with the underworld.

One time, he accompanied his boss to a bar for a deal and met the other party, a young Asian man who was said to be a well-known information dealer on the street. Yoshino didn't know what they talked about, and they didn't let others get too close.

Hunter took out a newspaper from under his pillow. Yoshino saw the date and found that it was from the beginning of this year and it was a local tabloid. He was a little confused, but when he saw the photo attached to a report, he understood the reason.

"Murphy is dead," Hunter said.

Bill Murphy was the man who accidentally shot Hunter on the battlefield. After the incident, he quickly retired and lived in a small city.

Yoshino was reading the report when Hunter's voice rang faintly in his ears: "I don't think Murphy's death was an accident. I suspect he was instructed to shoot me that year."

"Instigated by someone?" Yoshino asked, "Could it be Waltz?!"

However, Hunter overruled him: "No."