chsdbacks Chapter 8 7
Chapter 8 7
24.
The seventh hour after the Tokyo serial bombings.
A port warehouse.
"You said I wanted that batch of goods?" Qin Jiu gloomily stared at the man kneeling on the ground with a terrified face.
"Yes, what I heard was... your voice, Gin."
The person in charge of escorting the "cargo" is an official member of the organization with a code name. Although he is inconspicuous, he is also a desperado.
He knew what it would be like to be suspected of being an undercover agent, so he defended himself frantically.
"I have a recording! It was the evening two days ago... I didn't suspect it, because you were in Japan recently, Gin, and I didn't dare to ask about your mission. I have already sent the recording to Rum..."
He shouted at the top of his voice.
Bourbon, who was standing beside him, narrowed his eyes slightly.
Bourbon's eyes first fell on Gin, and then Belmode.
——Belmode, the Witch of Thousand Faces, can not only change her appearance, but also perfectly imitate other people's voices.
"Look at what I do, just make a phone call, you can do it with a voice changer!" Bellmode said with a smile.
"No, that person knows my name, the location of the warehouse, and the type of explosive produced by the organization! That's why I have no doubts. I don't know anything about it at all. I follow the rules of the organization. Yes, it's not my responsibility!"
"laugh."
Bourbon laughed abruptly.
Everyone turned their heads to look at him neatly, Bourbon spread his hands and said, "Don't you think this way of shirking responsibility is very similar to the congressmen on TV? I don't know, I don't understand why this happened, it's not my responsibility... ..."
In an instant, everyone's eyes on that guy became dangerous.
How can people who are so dark like them have official language habits?
"What are you talking about? Bourbon! You're framing me!"
"Ah, I just followed the intuition of the intelligence personnel..."
Bourbon shrugged.
Gin: "..."
He knew that Bourbon was talking nonsense.
Bourbon's suspicion of being an undercover agent has increased in Gin's mind.
After all, the primary goal of an undercover agent is not to spread information, but to preserve one's identity.
The biggest characteristic of an undercover agent is that he always finds a way to "show" that he cannot be an undercover person, and a person who actively points out a suspect will not look like an undercover agent no matter what.
Most importantly, Gin knew that the guy under trial in front of him was purely unlucky, not an undercover agent.So Bourbon, who may be undercover, has no psychological burden to frame this guy.
"You sent the recording to Rum."
Gin raised the wooden barn against the hapless guy's forehead.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see Gin's anger.
What kind of person would intentionally record the conversation with Qin Jiu?Especially for Gin, it is quite normal to call a few bomb|bombs from the organization.
The guy said that it was too common, and at the same time said that he had a recording.
So what does he want to do?
"me……"
The unlucky guy started shaking.
There are factions within the organization. It is not complicated to say that it is complicated, and it is not simple to say that it is simple.
In normal times, this is a small person who works for Lang Mu in the organization and reports the situation of other members for Lang Mu.
"With Rum's authority, he can see most of the tasks I perform, and these days, I obviously don't have any tasks." Gin Jiu continued, his voice was low and dangerous.
The wretch trembled even more.
The expressions of the others are also wonderful.
If Rum checked the recorded message in time and didn't question why Gin needed the extra bomb, what was he thinking?If Lang Mu hasn't seen this message yet, does it mean that Lang Mu receives many such news reports every day, and he doesn't pay attention to it?
Thinking of the second possibility, even Belmode's face became ugly.
"Are you sure you've told everything you know and haven't missed any clues?"
"Really, I said it all..."
The unlucky guy's body loosened, and he was thrown to the ground by the gin.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the wooden barn mouth of gin leaving, and he was relieved.
——Sure enough, it is useful to bring out Rum's name.
"boom!"
His relaxed smile froze on his face, his eyes frightened.
"Gin, you..."
Broken words flowed out together with blood, and the corpse fell to the ground and twitched twice, then stopped moving.
The other members of the organization were taken aback by Gin Jiu's unexpected backhand.
"Rum should thank me." Gin put down the wooden cabin and said indifferently.
Everyone: "..."
It makes sense, even if Gin doesn't do anything, Rum will not let this guy go.
The BOSS is not happy to see a conflict between the two capable generals under him, so this matter must be left as it is.
As for the bomb that this guy said was taken away by Gin - anyway, there is a recording, and I don't know other clues. It's really worthless to live.
"I don't know if the recording is real or not?" A member of a black organization whispered.
He wanted to please the gin.
His companion yanked him hard, looking at the idiot's expression: What are you messing up with the conflict between rum and gin? Didn't you see the body of this idiot on the ground?
The recording will definitely not be true. After all, anyone can be an undercover agent, and Gin has no reason to be an undercover agent.
Unless Gin wants to seize power.
But Gin belongs to the action group, around 30 years old is still the golden age of the action group, is it possible that Gin wants to seize power and retreat to the second line to plan behind the scenes?It's impossible to think about it!
Based on what happened today, the problem clearly lies with Rum!
As a result, the atmosphere gradually became weird, and everyone dared not speak, and watched Qin Jiu lead people away.
25.
Bourbon was driving the white Mazda, and the street lights and neon lights shone on his face, and the light and shadow changed constantly.
He clearly felt Qin Jiu's doubts about him.
This is very dangerous.
But he had to think about everything that happened today.
Although Gin left, the matter seemed to be investigated clearly, but Rum's accidental involvement and the person pretending to be Gin on the phone really made people suspicious.
"Ok?"
Bourbon suddenly saw a strange car in the rearview mirror.
It was also a white Mazda sports car, exactly the same as my own.
Bourbon: "..."
Even the license plates are exactly the same outrageous!
They are not in the same lane, the viaduct is in front of them, the other party is on the bridge lane, and he is going down.
Bourbon wanted to chase the white Mazda.
As soon as he turned the steering wheel, the rear wheels of the car drifted in place and flew directly onto the guardrail.
Bourbon quickly dodges the panicked vehicles on the road to give chase to the strange car.
As the speed increased, the shadow of the car became more and more clear, and Bourbon seemed to see the driver in the car.
The other party seemed to have noticed him too, and turned his head suspiciously.
"..."
Just such a pair of eyes.
The car disappeared again.
Bourbon stepped on the brake subconsciously, and slowly stopped on the side of the road.
He opened the car door, looked at the empty road, and the place where the car disappeared, with a dull expression on his face.
If he read it correctly, the person in the car seemed to have his own face?
Then the phone rang.
— Cell phones that are not produced in-house by the organization.
"who is it?"
Bourbon picked up the cell phone hidden in his pocket, and frowned slightly after seeing the number.
His voice remained calm, but after hearing the next sentence, his expression immediately changed.
"What? A sniper opened a wooden warehouse on the roof of a building [-] yards away from the police station... How is this possible?"
26.
No. 14 hours after the Tokyo serial bombings.
On the roof of a building.
A man in a leather jacket and black baseball cap stands by the fence.
He looked like a sleepless mariachi with a guitar bag on his back.
Long black hair fluttered under the hat.
He glanced down at his watch.
Time gradually approached eight o'clock in the morning, and many office workers poured out from the subway exit, like ants.
The musician held up the binoculars, slowly took out a mobile phone, and then dialed back the latest call record.
"Want to catch the deepest mouse in the organization?"
"..."
There was no sound on the other end of the phone.
The man dressed as a musician finally raised his head.
That long black hair is fake, he is Kurosawa in disguise.
Facing the cold wind on the roof, he lowered his voice and said, "I have a gift, a list of undercover personnel in the organization."
The phone was hung up.
Kurosawa glanced at the phone and chuckled.
Heise deliberately chose the problematic member of the organization who specially tipped off rum to use explosives, intensifying the conflict between rum and gin in this world.
Gin can't admit that there is another Gin, and he can't show knowledge. He can only show suspicion and anger. What Gin needs most now is to catch enough mice.
Rum is also needed.
This can divert internal conflicts and make the BOSS less angry.
Although there are many rats in the organization, the rats that hide deep are very cunning.
Kurosawa has already gotten some words out of Vodka, but he is suspicious by nature and only believes what he sees, and an organization hidden under the water can only be fully "moved" before people can see the truth.
"It's time to add a little pressure to the organization, and also need to say hello to the hunters who may appear in this world!"
Kurosawa put down the binoculars, opened the guitar case and took out the parts for assembly.
The sniper warehouse is next to the fence on the roof.
He kept lying on the spot, except for his shallow breathing, he was as silent and quiet as a corpse.
A few minutes later, his lips curled up and he pulled the trigger.
27.
Gin put down his phone with a gloomy expression.
"Whose phone is it?" Belmode sat on the passenger seat and smoked.
"Vodka," replied Gin.
It was indeed Vodka's cell phone.
Kurosawa's voice was very soft, and after only a few words, Gin's side hung up, and Belmode didn't hear anything.
"The situation is special. I have already called the boss. The boss has stopped Rum from continuing to investigate this matter, but the person in the recording is a bit strange. He seems to know your speaking habits..."
Belmode looked at Gin's expression while talking.
She felt that Gin Jiu was really angry this time, the kind of anger that would not calm down even after killing a dozen mice.
Belmode really wanted to let go of this bad luck, but she couldn't.
Because she is also a suspect in theory, the Witch with Thousand Faces is the only person in the organization who can pretend to be gin without revealing her secrets.
Therefore, Belmode had to clear his suspicions in the three aspects of BOSS, rum, and gin.
Belmode had a very headache, she could only bite the bullet and relay the meaning of BOSS.
Gin didn't answer at all, and smoked silently.
"Gin, you..."
At this moment, Belmode's and Gin's cell phones rang at the same time.
This is an important message from the intelligence personnel of the organization. Usually when a major event occurs, this information will be sent immediately to all members of the organization operating in Japan.
"A sniper appeared outside the police station, a high-ranking official died on the spot, and several police officers were injured."
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The author has something to say:
Japan's National Police Agency and Metropolitan Police Department are not the same place
The National Police Agency is a subsidiary organization of the Public Security Committee. The Japanese system is quite complicated, and there will not be too much involved here, so I won’t write too much. Simply put, Kurosawa killed a certain boss of Furutani Rei (not Kuroya Tian, is a high-level executive who didn't write in the original book, and made up his own name)
Explanation for readers who don’t know the original work: the precise shooting distance of snipers in the world of Conan is smaller than that in the normal world
Top sniper Akai Hideichi is 0.9 yards, a yard is about [-] meters
But in real time, 800-meter precision shooting is the threshold for excellent snipers in various countries. That is to say, for the trump card, this must first meet the standard.
Therefore, Kurosawa, the ace killer from the world of science, is the most powerful OTZ in the world of science in terms of sniping
At present in Ke Xue World, Akai Shuichi, who can theoretically hit [-] yards, is dead (fake death), even if he is not dead, he would not be able to run and sweep the senior officials of the police department... Gin can hit [-] yards, but he has Proof of presence