Conan Rick's Investigator

Michael shook the burning photo in his hand, as if to fuel the flames.

"Burn the photos."

Gin's brows furrowed even tighter.

"Why burn it?"

Michael replied calmly.

“Because it’s unprofessional not to burn it.”

Gin: "..."

When the photo burned to the last small piece, Michael grabbed the corner and threw the tiny piece of photo out through the gap in the car window.

The rest of the photo swayed in the wind, and was swept into the air several times by the wind brought by the car, and fell to the ground in a few seconds.

It rained in the morning, and the streets were not completely dry yet, with some water still on them.

The photo was stuck to the ground by the surface tension of the water, and even if the vehicles passing by were speeding by, they could not blow it away.

Until a figure slowly walked down the sidewalk, bent down, and picked up the burnt corner of the photo.

Looking up, it turned out to be another "Qin Zhibo".

Chapter 955 Please turn on the microphone to communicate...

Before arriving at Beihu Park, the Porsche 356A and the Dodge Viper sports car drove into an empty alley.

The two vehicles must separate here because the three snipers have different sniping positions.

In order to ensure that the target was killed, Chianti, Cohen and Michael had to set up three sniper points in different directions on three high-rise buildings near Beihu Park.

Although Gin gave the main attack mission to Michael, who had the strongest sniper ability among the three, if Michael missed, Chianti and Cohen would quickly follow up with a shot.

Therefore, Chianti and Cohen would also confirm the target's death in their respective scopes.

In addition, Gin set up a portable screen in the car, and the other side of the screen was connected to the brooch-shaped pocket camera on Kil's body, which could also confirm whether the target was dead.

In short, it is almost impossible to escape the eyes of these people.

But only almost...

……

"Your sniper rifle is in Chianti and his men's car, go get it."

"This is a wireless headset, convenient for communication at any time."

Vodka turned around and handed a head-mounted communication device to Qin Zhibo.

Qin Zhibo put on the headset, turned on the switch, and tried it very professionally to see if it worked.

"Hello? Hello? 123..."

"Hello? Hello? 123..."

A weakened version of Qin Zhibo's voice came from Gin in the front seat.

"Okay, then I'm leaving."

"Bon Voyage."

Except for Vodka, Gin and Vermouth did not say any farewell words.

Qin Zhibo got out of the Porsche 356A and walked to the Dodge Viper parked in front.

Chianti and Cohen were now wearing headsets and had a long black box made of hard plastic in their hands.

"Here's yours..."

Cohen raised his hand and pointed to the back seat, where there was an extra box prepared for Qin Zhibo.

"Thanks."

Qin Zhibo picked up the box and closed the car door.

At this time, the Porsche 356A had already driven out of the alley and continued heading towards Beihu Park.

The video signal transmission distance of the pocket camera is limited, so Gin and others must go to a place closer to the sniper location to supervise the battle, which is the public parking lot of Beihu Park.

This was also part of the assassination plan.

Qin Zhibo was about to leave and head towards his sniper position when Chianti suddenly called him from behind.

"Hey! The new guy."

Qin Zhibo stopped and turned around in surprise, "Me?"

"Aside from you, is there anyone else here?" Chianti took a few steps closer, carrying a suitcase. "Let me ask you, you don't have a code name for an official member yet, right?"

"No."

"Hmm." Chianti pondered for a moment, "I guess if you complete this mission well enough, 'that lord' will officially let you join the organization."

"With your sniping skills, you'll probably join our sniper team, just like Cohen and I."

"As your seniors, we have to tell you one thing... Be careful of Vermouth!"

Chianti took another step closer, her face with non-mainstream makeup showing anger, and her lips painted purple opening and closing, revealing the grudge between Vermouth and the sniper team.

"We had a member of our sniper team before, named Calvados."

"Calvados loved Vermouth very much, but that stinky woman actually took advantage of this and made Calvados do things for her. In the end, she didn't help him and ended up killing him!"

"I wish I could kill her!"

Chianti then turned to look at Cohen next to him and asked, "What about you, Cohen?"

Cohen wore sunglasses, and his long, thin face, which was as twitchy as old tree bark, was expressionless. However, he said dully, "I hate that guy, too..."

"She used us, Calvados, and she could use us again at any time..."

"Yes!" Chianti nodded, agreeing with Cohen's attitude, and turned to look at the newcomer.

"What about you? Newbie, what are you going to do?"

Although Chianti didn't want to admit it, he knew in his heart that this newcomer's sniping skills were indeed better than his and Cohen's, reaching an unprecedented range of 700 yards.

In this case, it is worth winning them over to our side.

And the biggest advantage of winning over this newcomer is that he has little experience and does not know that Vermouth is a woman that is very much favored by that adult.

This is the reason why Chianti himself did not dare to attack Vermouth.

But the saying "a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger" refers to this kind of newcomers.

As long as I give her a little guidance and wait until the time is right, I can let this ignorant newbie kill Vermouth!

Even if that adult wanted to hold someone accountable, he would only execute the newcomer, and it would have nothing to do with him.

Not only did he kill Vermouth without any injury, he also killed a newcomer with great potential. It was a perfect plan that killed two birds with one stone!

Just when Chianti was feeling happy, the newcomer in front of him suddenly asked.

"Chianti, do you like that Calvados?"

"what?!"

Chianti's face was shocked, and then he shouted in denial, "Are you sick? How could that be? I didn't do that!"

Although Chianti didn't blush, her continuous denials said it all: she was indeed interested in Calvados.

As a sniper of the organization, you have to stay in the base on standby most of the time, and you can only rely on yourself or the base to meet your physiological needs.

But in that base, apart from the peripheral members of the organization, there are Southeast Asians who do not speak the language. The only known official members are Gin, Vodka, and Cohen.

Gin, an ascetic, non-mainstream blond man, is essentially a cold-blooded animal who has nothing to do with love between men and women.

Vodka is Gin's follower, a complete idiot, and what he's best at is calling "Big Brother".

Cohen, a taciturn man, speaks even less than Gin and is the oldest person here.

In comparison, Calvados, whom Qin Zhibo had met before, was indeed the most pleasing to the eye, a pretty boy.

And the fact that he likes Vermouth shows that his aesthetic taste is like that of a normal person.

Unfortunately, the Calvados is already out of stock.

Moreover, Qin Zhibo could see that Chianti said this to him because he wanted to use him to kill Vermouth.

But her plan failed...

"Actually, I forgot to tell you, I just tested the microphone in the Gin Cart, and it's still on..."

Hearing Michael's words, Chianti and Cohen were both stunned.

Did you turn off the mic?

Doesn't that mean everything I just said was heard over there...

……

At the same time, Gin, Vodka and Vermouth, who were sitting in the Porsche 356A, had different expressions on their faces.

Vodka opened his mouth slightly, and his silly face became even more silly.

This is Chianti's worst...

Gin, who was holding the walkie-talkie, had a cold face and the chill in his eyes seemed to want to kill someone.

As the target that the other party planned to "kill", Vermouth, on the other hand, crossed her legs with a relaxed posture and a smug expression, and a faint sneer came from the corners of her upturned mouth.

"Huh, huh..."

She had long known that Chianti was dissatisfied with her and even had murderous intentions, especially after Calvados' death.

It’s just a small character like Chianti, and Vermouth has never taken it seriously.

But she didn't expect that Chianti would be stupid enough to ask Michael to kill her, and in such an obvious way.

If you want to learn my way, you are still far away, little girl...

In many ways, Chianti is just a little girl in Vermouth's eyes.

Gin, who couldn't bear to watch any longer, picked up the intercom and gave a cold order.

"Let Chianti open the mic..."

Qin Zhibo on the other side received the instructions and passed the message to Chianti in front of him.

"Gin asked you to open the microphone to communicate."

Chianti's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to turn on the microphone.

Gin's cold voice came from the other side.

"Chianti, I forgive you today."

"But from now on, you must be more careful in what you say and do..."

Gin's words were brief, but they made Chianti feel a chill all over his body.

Gin's first sentence shows that he will not protect Vermouth.

But the second sentence also clearly expressed that he didn't want it to happen again, otherwise he would report it to "that adult."

Although Gin does not favor Vermouth, he is absolutely loyal to that adult.

From that adult's perspective, if the woman he likes is in danger of her life, Gin will not sit idly by.

This is Gin's stance.

"I see……"

"Get to work."

After the call ended, Chianti said no more, picked up his suitcase and left silently in another direction with Cohen.

Qin Zhibo was a little disappointed. He had originally thought that he could use this opportunity to stir up internal strife in the organization and make some contribution.

That's it? A verbal warning?

But judging from the situation just now, the organization is not a monolithic entity, and it is likely that one person will not obey another.