Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Chapter 86 Don't Let the Blood Splatter on Me

News of Koniak's arrival at the organization's base spread extremely quickly, even reaching the usually indifferent BOSS.

It's not that Koniak is particularly noteworthy; it's mainly that he has only organized bases a handful of times in recent years, and when he did, he almost killed Chianti.

Some people's infamy never fades away; it only intensifies with the spread of rumors.

Nobody wanted to get involved with this madman, so everyone avoided him.

In a sanatorium room, an aged voice asked:

What is Koniak doing?

The people nearby immediately pulled up the surveillance footage, which was then projected onto a large screen, clearly showing the young man's movements in the training room.

"Eight hundred yards, and missed again..."

"That shot did hit, but it only hit the arm."

"At this distance, you can only hit twice out of ten times. Koniak's accuracy is a bit low."

The person next to him commented calmly.

The elderly man, lying in bed wearing a ventilator, slowly shook his head.

"Not as good as Lai..."

The people around him chimed in:

"Yes, sniping really depends on talent. Ray's sniping talent is the best we've seen so far, it's a pity..."

Unfortunately, he was a traitor.

"Shut it down."

"Yes."

After missing his target more than ten times, Qingze finally managed to shoot the hidden camera when the randomly switched target was close to its position.

The feeling of being spied on finally disappeared.

With a click, the sniper rifle was loaded with a new magazine, and the young man's expression became more serious.

800 yards, one shot to the head.

Nine hundred yards, headshot.

Even at 1000 yards, it still resulted in a headshot.

Upwards, keep going upwards...

Shooting games are nothing special.

Qingze spent the entire afternoon in the training room undisturbed.

A blond, dark-skinned man who was very interested in him heard the news that Koniak had come to the base.

The top-paid employee hurriedly asked for leave at the coffee shop, got into his car, and sped off to his organization.

He had only met Koniak once, several years ago.

On that occasion when Koniak came to the organization's base to collect logistical resources, it was just a fleeting glimpse; all that remained of him were his sharp red eyes and his cold, terrifying aura.

Several years later, Koniak finally returned to the organization's base.

This is a perfect opportunity to find out what he actually looks like.

For them, someone whose exact appearance is unknown is far too dangerous.

The organization's base was unexpectedly quiet.

There are usually a lot of peripheral members here to train, drink, relax, and chat.

But today, there are very few people left in the base.

Amuro Tooru was a little puzzled. What was going on?

Seeing Cohen wiping his gun in the corner, he walked over.

Why is the base so deserted today?

Cohen looked up and adjusted his black goggles.

"Because Koniak has come."

"Koniak is here, and they're leaving already?"

Although I know that Koniak has a reputation as a menace in the organization, isn't this a bit too outrageous?

Cohen remained silent, unsure of what to say.

Chianti only said one sentence before Koniak fired a bullet at him.

That madman had no concept of companionship whatsoever; he acted recklessly and without restraint.

Chianti really almost died. That kick not only broke several of her ribs, but also caused varying degrees of damage to her organs. She is still in the medical room.

Originally, the people in the organization were just avoiding Koniak, but after learning that Chianti had almost died, everyone who could run away fled.

"You want to see Koniak? I advise you not to. He's in a bad mood."

Cohen offered his colleague a word of advice.

How did you know he was in a bad mood?

Cohen remained silent for a while.

"When he's in a good mood, he might use sarcastic or sarcastic remarks, but he won't actually take action."

Cohen had been in the organization for quite some time and had some dealings with Koniak.

Koniak's personality is hard to describe, but it's easy to tell whether he's in a good mood or not.

When he's in a good mood, he tends to be lazy, relaxed, and uses sarcastic language to attack people.

When I'm in a bad mood, I feel like I am today.

Expressionless, sinister and terrifying, those who stand in my way will die.

He went to the training room to vent his frustrations; it was almost dark and he still hadn't come out, clearly indicating that he was in a very bad mood.

Amuro Tooru accepted Cohen's advice, but did not intend to give up his plans.

However, he didn't rush straight to the training room. Instead, he sat to the side, trying to get information out of someone while waiting for them to come out of the training room.

In the training room, all the bullets had been fired, and the floor was littered with spent shell casings.

Qingze leaned casually against the railing of the high platform, his sniper rifle placed beside him.

He twirled a lighter in his hand, his gaze unfocused as he stared at the holographic images around him.

The short clips, lasting only a few minutes, played on repeat, like a movie that was utterly unoriginal and endlessly repetitive.

He just leaned against the railing quietly, without making any movement, until the program detected that no one had fired for a long time and automatically shut down.

The mountains, forests, fields, and sunlight suddenly vanished, leaving only cold walls in sight.

It was like a grand dream.

Qingze shouldered his gun and walked out of the training room.

Cohen noticed that the people who came out seemed to be in an even worse mood.

Previously, he exuded a murderous aura that could kill anyone who stood in his way.

Right now, I'm just feeling utterly bored, lacking interest, and utterly listless and lifeless, with no interest in anything.

In this situation, Koniak is both the safest and the most dangerous.

The safety lies in the fact that he won't pay any attention to you, while the danger lies in the fact that if you provoke him at this time, he will shoot you without saying a word.

Seeing Bourbon walk toward Koniak, Cohen got up and moved away to avoid getting splattered with blood.

"Koniak, why did you suddenly ask me to investigate Ray? Is he not dead?"

Amuro Tooru felt he had chosen a very suitable opening line. His dislike for Ray was well-known within the organization, so asking this question at this time was not at all abrupt.

His gaze fell on the face that was mostly covered by a hood.

The hood was so big that it cast a shadow, revealing only the clearly defined jawline and the cold, emotionless lips.

Unless you get close, it's unlikely you'll see his true face.

Qingze slightly raised his head, then suddenly turned the sniper rifle on his shoulder around and aimed it at him.

Amuro Tooru felt locked on, his brow throbbed, and a sense of impending doom surged through him.

Without hesitation, the trigger was pulled, Amuro Tooru's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and he rolled away to dodge.

But nothing happened.

There were no bullets in the gun.

Looking at the person who had already rolled several body lengths away, Qingze let out a sneer.

Bourbon is nothing special.

As we left the base, the sun had already completely set.

The brief blues moment is like the sun leaving the sky with its last brilliant colors.

A strong wind rushed in through the car window, carrying the chill of autumn.

The Ford Mustang drove out of Tokyo and arrived at a deserted rocky beach on the coast.

Lying on a rock, Qingze rested his head on his hands, watching the blue of the sky fade and turn into the darkness of night.

He closed his eyes.

Most things in the world are quite boring.

Life and death, freedom and lack thereof.

In reality, they're all just like that.

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Chapter 87 You've Exposed, Great Detective

"Xiaolan, why can't I open this door?"

Carrying his luggage, Kogoro Mouri walked into the house and looked at his keys with a puzzled expression.

It's the same door, so why can't I open it?

Ran Mouri scratched her forehead awkwardly, "I broke the door a few days ago, so I replaced it..."

"Huh?" Kogoro Mouri opened his mouth wide, looking astonished.

This is a security door!

"It's all Kaito Kid's fault. He dressed up as Shinichi and made me angry, and then he accidentally broke the door..."

Ran Mouri's voice grew softer and softer, and her lies were so convincing that they seemed perfectly believable.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Kogoro Mouri's forehead.

My daughter's fighting ability is getting stronger and stronger.

Even the security door broke down unexpectedly.

"Dad, you rest for a while, I'll go make dinner."

Kogoro Mouri sat on the tatami mat, then lay down, waiting for his daughter to bring the dinner she had prepared to the table.

"Where's that brat Conan?"

Kogoro Mouri was puzzled; they had already eaten, but that kid still hadn't returned.

"It's with the doctor."