Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 707: Two against one is not too much? (4k)

The moment the sound was heard, the three of them subconsciously looked for the source of the sound.

Moreover, this voice was not unfamiliar to the two people present.

They soon spotted the masked man with one foot on the window. His pink hair was very eye-catching under the light, and the pure white five-pointed star on the forehead of the mask was faintly visible between his hair. It was...

Why does this mask look so much like Xiaobul's mask?
Conan looked dazed for a moment.

Hattori Heiji was a little nervous, "Hey, Kudo, he is..."

"Mr. Lin's friend, I've seen him before." But he hasn't appeared in hundreds of episodes.

Conan answered quickly, and Hattori Heiji felt relieved.

The atmosphere was no longer so tense after being interrupted by the sudden appearance of Ying Yi.

but……

"Hey? Conan, why are you staring at me? Go solve the case!"

"And your African friend... Oh no, you're from Osaka, oops, that was a slip of the tongue, stop glaring at me, go solve the case!"

"Still glaring? If you glare at me again, do you believe I will throw you off the building?"

Conan: "..." No, he and Mr. Bai Fengjie, who he had only met once, had no tacit understanding at all! Didn't he see such a big member of the organization behind him? ?
Hattori Heiji: "…" Behind you, big brother! Look behind you!

The two of them felt like their eyelids were about to break after blinking so many times before the shadow opposite them finally realized what they were trying to signal.

Following their gaze, Ying looked back and happened to meet Vermouth's eyes, which were three parts confused and three parts puzzled.

Then he turned his head in the same way: "What happened to her? Take her with you when you solve the case? That's fine!"

Conan: "...?"

Hattori Heiji: "...?"

No, sir, don't you understand the situation?
Vermouth calmed down for two seconds.

Hmm... Hmm? This means, I don't need to hide it anymore? ?

“But my disguise has been torn off. It doesn’t seem appropriate to go down now, right?” Vermouth turned her head, her train of thought going astray.

Ying paused, then quickly brought in a box from the window. "Don't worry, I still have a lot of silicone for masks. It's enough! You can cover your face with two more layers if you want!"

"That's fine."

Vermouth's eyes lit up, and she immediately stepped forward to take the box and put away the pistol.

This scene stunned Conan and the others.

Qiudou Madai, this masked man in front of you, is he from the Five Star Group? Shouldn't Mr. Bai Fengjie stand on their side, beat up the enemy Vermouth, stop the organization's conspiracy, and then hand him over to the police?

Now this...

What's going on?

Do the people in the organization and the five-star group know each other?

Conan and Hattori Heiji stared at each other blankly, and a few words popped up in their minds at the same time:

My life is over!

"correct!"

Ying, who was planning to urge Conan to solve the case, suddenly thought of something, "Sister Vermouth, this time the funds transferred to the organization by the Ooka family have been replaced by our people! But he is still down there, so please solve the case quickly and get him out of the clutches of the tiger, thank you!"

"Xiao Conan, it's up to you to solve the case! Oh no, Kudo-kun~"

"..."

The familiar 'Kudo-kun' almost made Conan's little heart beat abnormally.

When Conan found that Vermouth had ignored him and was about to go to the bathroom with her suitcase, he shouted "Stop" out of nowhere. Then he looked at Ying and pointed at Vermouth with a trembling voice: "Wait, Mr. Bai Feng...you, you know Vermouth? Do you know who she is?!"

Conan almost yelled the last sentence.

“Of course.” Ying leaned back slightly, as if startled, “Sister Vermouth, she is our eldest brother’s childhood sweetheart!”

The three people except Ying paused in unison, their faces stiffened - childhood sweethearts?
The question mark above Conan’s head is about to break through the ceiling: The Five-Star Group, Mr. Lin and his big brother, and Vermouth from the organization, a childhood sweetheart?
You wouldn’t even dare to write a novel like this!
but.

Among the three, Vermouth had the biggest reaction.

She was stunned for half a second, and then she was furious, "Who is Gin's childhood sweetheart?!"

It would have been fine if she didn't mention childhood sweethearts, but as soon as she mentioned this word, Vermouth thought of how she was deceived by Gin, how Gin tried every means to stop her outside the base gate, and how he forced her to do a test paper written entirely in Chinese... Oh, and how she stabbed Gin's hair several times.

Damn it, if these are considered childhood sweethearts, then there are probably no good men and women in this world.

After yelling, she felt a little relieved. Vermouth came to her senses and found Conan staring blankly with a look of fear on his face. Then she realized something belatedly - wait, did she just reveal something?
Vermouth's eye twitched and she met Ying's gaze.

The latter's purple eyes under the mask also widened: "Old sister, is this something you can just say directly?"

...Old sister?
The former's eyes twitched twice: "But, I've already said it..."

After staring at each other for a while, the two exchanged glances and finally stared at the two dazed little detectives.

Conan and Hattori Heiji have lost their ability to speak, and the lights above their heads suddenly dim for some reason, and even flicker...

The mask on Ying's face, which resembled that of Shawbul, looked full of weirdness;
Vermouth's expression also became disfigured, like a poisonous scorpion...

"Now that it's exposed..."

"Then there is no other way?"

The two evil forces pushed the righteous young boy into a corner.

Conan's mood was like a roller coaster, and at this moment it reached its lowest point -

He might really need to take a break.

…………

Tokyo, Kita Ward.

The battle between Gin and Angostura is inextricable.

They all tacitly agreed not to use guns... As fellow experimental subjects, they all knew well what each other's recovery ability was like... It would be okay if the bullet got stuck in the flesh, but if it didn't, the injury might only take minutes to recover. Unless it hit a vital point, it wouldn't have much impact.

Angostra once scratched Gin's face with a flying knife, but Gin recovered from that injury the next moment; and when Gin first met Angostra's group, the bomb he used hit the other side hard, but he recovered the next moment...

it is more than words.

"Zeng——"

There was a sound of breaking air, and a shining flying knife came at the speed of lightning, approaching Gin in an instant.

Several abandoned buildings next to the ruins became their main sites of destruction...

At present, both people have some sharp injuries on their bodies, but most of them are caused by exchanging injuries.

Because if they don't exchange injuries, it will be difficult for them to hurt each other:
Gin had once tentatively fought with Angostra on the streets of Shibuya and knew that Angostra would be a bit tricky to deal with.

——The opponent is immune to the influence of Qi. Generally speaking, only people who also have Qi can be immune to Qi, but Gin did not detect any trace of Qi in the opponent's body.

Either Angostra had come into contact with something of the same nature as Qi, or...his physique was different from that of ordinary people.

Of course, the above is secondary.

Even if the bug of 'qi' didn't work, Gin didn't think he couldn't beat the opponent...

The flying knife came at him fiercely, and Angostura himself attacked from the side with another flying knife.

It took Gin less than 0.1 seconds to analyze the counterattack path and he did not intend to take the opponent's attack head-on.

However, just as he raised his sword to knock the flying knife away, an alarm suddenly sounded in his brain - don't take it... there's danger!

With a sudden sense of crisis, Gin instantly gave up his original action, directly violating the principles of mechanics, and his body quickly leaned back.

"Hey!"

A high-speed spinning bullet grazed the edge of Gin's bangs and penetrated the wall.

But probably because of insufficient power, the bullet only penetrated halfway...

"... Where did the 7.62mm bullet come from?"
A question arose in Gin's mind.

He only felt a sense of danger when the bullet approached him. He did not feel that he was being targeted in advance. Even if it was related to his distraction during the battle, it also showed that the sniper was definitely not within 300 yards of him...

No, it should be said that it was at least six hundred yards away!
"Pretty!"

Angostura suddenly praised.

However, Gin was distracted at this time and failed to dodge Angostura's knife. The knife left a three-centimeter-deep cut on his arm, and blood spurted out after a second of hesitation as if it had found a breakthrough.

The pain in his arm stopped Gin from thinking any further, but he already knew who the sniper was.

——Anderburg.

It can only be this guy with top sniping skills.

"2 against 1, have some shame."

He quickly used his Qi to seal the wound to stop the bleeding, then Gin simply taunted him. After swinging his knife to force Angostra away, he shook his arm lightly, and a button-sized ball slipped into his hand and was thrown out by him.

Angostura, who was about to move forward with a grim smile, suddenly changed his expression and said, "Shit..."

Boom!

This inconspicuous little black ball exploded between the two people, successfully stopping Angostura's advance.

Gin stabbed out with his sword before the smoke had cleared, directly hitting the opponent's neck.

The sword was so fast that even if Angostura reacted, he was not sure he could avoid the damage completely, but... he did not dodge.

A strange smile appeared on his face, and Gin noticed something was wrong.

The next second, a familiar sense of crisis penetrated into his bones from the left side. Gin's face turned cold and he was forced to stop and retreat again.

This time, however, he didn't have time to dodge the bullet.

Can't escape...

--sieve!

The whistling wind had already reached his ears, but Gin made a surprising reaction - he actually turned his head to face the bullet at this moment, with his left eye facing the tip of the bullet.

grumble--!
The temperature around suddenly dropped, especially on Gin's body. The surface of the bullet that was about to hit him was covered with a thin layer of ice. Then, an aura suddenly spread out, and the bullet deviated from its trajectory and flew out right beside Gin's forehead.

This set of actions only takes the blink of an eye.

"……Um?"

Angostra didn't expect that the bullet didn't hit Gin. He was stunned for a moment, then made a "tsk" sound and swung his knife forward.

but……

His expression suddenly changed, he stopped abruptly and leaned back - another bullet passed by.

Only this time, it was Angostura's face that was rubbed.

He had the same experience as Gin just now...

Gin raised his eyebrows, thought of something, and curled his lips, "It seems that your helper is gone."

"...Get lost!" Angostra's expression suddenly changed to one that was more vicious than ever before. "I'll deal with you after I've dealt with you, and then I'll deal with your allies!"

Gin dodged the opponent's attack and jumped onto the wall, presenting a scene of anti-gravity. "You want to kill me before I even activate my musou? The situation has reversed for Stella... If I just hold you back, how long do you think the others can hold on?"

Gin said in a playful tone.

Actually, he shouldn't talk so much.

But... for some reason, he didn't expect to organize too many casualties.

Angostura smiled grimly, stared at Gin, suddenly took out another pistol from his windbreaker pocket, and started shooting without saying a word.

Gin immediately jumped off the wall, as agile as a cat, and began to move around, dodging bullets and occasionally going up to disgust the other party...

For the time being, neither of them can do anything to the other, and it all depends on who runs out of energy first.

Of course, this also means that Gin has no real intention of killing the other person.

……

The building eight hundred yards away.

Anderburg stared blankly at the masked man in front of him, holding a silver needle in his hand, only five centimeters away from his eyes.

...Or rather, he was not looking at the man, but the sniper rifle in the other's hand - that was his gun.

Anderborg's gun was confiscated.

The long-haired masked man, whom he had just temporarily given the codename "Black Star", suddenly jumped up, kicked him, threw a needle at him, then snatched his sniper rifle and fired a shot...

It's really too much.

"Tsk..." Jing sneered, took a look at the situation over there through the scope, and threw the sniper rifle aside. He said in a hoarse voice, "Isn't it okay for you two to fight one?"

"......?" Anderburg was stunned for a moment, and said in a serious tone, "You... can read minds?"

Jing: “……?” Is this the point?
"Of course." Anderburg thought of a bunch of food names in his mind, then stared at the mirror without blinking.

Mirror: “…” This is a foodie.

Anderburg understood, "You really can read minds."

"...Heh, each other." Jing's voice was still noisy.

But Anderburg didn't pay any attention to his voice. After confirming that the other party had the ability to read minds, his eyes fell on his weapon again.

“This is my gun.”

Jing followed his gaze and glanced at the sniper rifle on the ground, then said coldly, "I'll give it back to you if you surrender."

Anderburgh said expressionlessly, "Why?"

"Surrender or die."

"..."

Anderburg didn't reply for a moment. Jing stood opposite him with his arms folded. He didn't look anxious at all... Anderburg didn't seem to be anxious either.

But his eyes looked in a certain direction several times.

"What will happen if you don't surrender?"

In response to Anderburg's question, Jing did not answer, but silently took out the chain sickle he carried with him as a polite gesture.

Anderburger calmly shifted his gaze, "I haven't said I won't surrender yet."

Jing sighed lightly and put down the knife with a little regret.

Then, Anderborg asked a key question: "If I surrender, will you let him go?"

Jing turned the knife in his hand and said hoarsely: "You can surrender for him..."

"This is a bit difficult." Anderburg remained calm. "I am still unclear about his wishes and your purpose."

"Oh?"

The camera tilted slightly, and I understood what he meant, "If our goal is in line with his wishes, you can surrender on his behalf?"

Anderburg nodded affirmatively, "Okay, but he will definitely beat me, so you have to pay for my medical expenses."

Mirror: “……?” This train of thought is really strange.

Anderburg frowned. “This is just reasonable logic.”

"..." Jing was silent for a while, then said calmly, "Three seconds."

Anderburg was stunned for a moment.

Jing paused for two seconds, then raised the knife again, "One, zero——"

Anderborg raised his hands, "I surrender."

Jing put down the sickle again with regret.

It's a pity, if it was a few seconds later he could have started a fight... The fight with Gin just now was really unpleasant.

Shaking his head, Jing put away his sickle and prepared to jump off the building and leave.

"Wait." Anderburg stopped Jing with a stern look in his eyes. "You haven't told me your purpose yet, and the medical expenses."

"..." Mirror turned his head expressionlessly, "Find the blade yourself."

After saying that, he jumped directly from the rooftop of the building.

This scene made Anderburg stunned. After hesitating for half a second, he quickly picked up his AW, quickly disassembled it and stuffed it into the gun bag, then jumped down...

(End of this chapter)