Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Kiel did not promise to kill the other party.

Even if she could, she wouldn't do it.

But this made a certain old man a little unhappy.

The silence on the other end of the phone made Kiel feel uncertain for a moment.

After a long time, she heard the other party speak:

"I will send Chianti, Cohen, and Curacao to assist you."

"Curaçao?"

"What? Do you have any objections?"

"No, no, but sir..."

Isn't Curacao Rum's man?

Kiel, who was about to ask this question, suddenly stopped.

She suddenly remembered the rumors within the organization some time ago.

Unfortunately, Rum was seriously injured during the fight with the Black Robe Organization, and all of his trusted men were taken over by that gentleman.

Is it true? !

Is it possible that Rum is really finished? !

At this moment, Kiel even felt a little secretly happy.

"Kil, you have too many questions."

A slightly cold voice came from the other end of the phone.

Hearing this, Keel quickly calmed down and responded:

"I'm very sorry, sir. I will follow your instructions and try my best to keep the other person."

"It has to be done. This is your chance to atone for your sins, Kiel. If you don't complete it, you know the consequences."

Click, beep, beep…

The sound of the call being disconnected echoed in my ears, making my heart beat irregularly.

Kiel pursed his lips and stared at the call interface on his phone, taking a deep breath.

The other party is testing her loyalty.

Really sick.

Kiel thought secretly.

Ever since Gin and the others were trapped outside and couldn't come back, the old man has liked doing this kind of things.

She was the first to be affected, followed by Bourbon.

If you perform well, you will be rewarded generously, otherwise you will be punished severely.

This is indeed the Black Organization's method of selecting talent, truly disgusting.

The phone screen that had just gone off suddenly lit up again.

Kiel looked at the "Chianti" displayed on his phone, took a deep breath to adjust his mood, and answered the call without changing his expression.

"Kil, you can't."

A slightly lackluster voice came from the receiver.

The fingers holding the phone tightened slightly, and the undercover's self-cultivation allowed Kil to perfectly control his temper.

...Just wait for her!

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That night.

The heavy clouds kept lowering the sky, and the rain fell all over the earth without restraint.

The continuous sound of leaves being blown by the wind in the forest combined with the darkness of the night formed the best camouflage for assassination.

The group walked lightly and slowly approached the empty campsite until they surrounded the tent with a lantern hanging at the door.

The dim light illuminated the white tent door, vaguely revealing the outline of the people inside.

Kiel, hiding in the woods, narrowed his eyes.

Why didn't you leave?

Since the other party saw her, he shouldn't stay here any longer.

Is this a trap?

Before Kiel could think further, Chianti made his choice first.

The two snipers who had not fought for a long time were very excited at this moment.

They had already found a commanding height, with one person on each side, aiming and firing at the same time.

call out--

The sound of the gunshot, muffled by the silencer, was completely covered by the sound of rain.

The light in the tent flickered.

There was liquid splattered on the tent, what looked like blood.

The figure that originally fell on the wall swayed for a moment, then fell heavily.

The people in charge of the siege subconsciously held their breath and stared at the tent.

Five minutes later, there was still no movement inside.

Feeling that this task was not difficult, Chianti adjusted his headset and connected to Kiel:

"Is this the tough opponent you mentioned?"

Wasn't he shot down by her?

Kiel frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

"Chianti, are you sure the other person is dead?"

"What do you mean?"

The man who was looking through the scope at the tent sounded unhappy.

Seeing that Kiel didn't say anything, Chianti answered the other party's question with decisive actions.

He reloaded the bullets and fired three shots in succession, all of which pierced the tent.

The tent that was pierced by the bullet shook, and even the lantern at the door flickered a few times, as if it would go out at any time.

The dark figure that had fallen to the ground in the tent still did not respond.

I waited another 10 minutes.

Chianti, who was in the distance, looked through the scope at the group of people standing still outside, and called out through the headset in confusion:

"Kil, what are you still doing standing there?"

"Quiet down Chianti, something's not right."

"Want to get closer?"

There was an additional voice in the channel.

Curacao, who seldom came out on missions, interrupted.

The three of them fell silent at the same time.

After listening for a long time, Cohen uttered an impatient sound:

“Why not blow it up?”

"The gentleman said he would take it back. Wait another 10 minutes."

Kiel gave the order, and everyone had to lie dormant patiently in the heavy rain.

Time seems to be extremely long at this moment.

Everyone stared at the scene in the tent.

If they see anything out of the ordinary, they will use firepower.

10 minutes passed quickly, and this time Kiel did not hesitate and gave the order to "encircle and suppress" to everyone.

Led by Kiel and Curacao, followed by forty members of the peripheral organizations, they formed a circle and moved towards the tent.

Everyone stood 2 meters away from the tent.

Kiel gave a look, and one of the members of the peripheral organization stepped forward with a gun raised and reached for the zipper of the tent door.

call--

rustle--

The evening breeze suddenly rises,

The crisp sound of raindrops breaking and the sound of leaves rustling mixed together and poured into everyone's collars.

A chill crept up on their hearts, causing the hearts of several codename members present to skip a beat.

Kiel looked at the door that was gradually opening, and for some reason his heart skipped a beat.

It’s so quiet…

No, why is it so quiet?!

"Chianti. Chianti?"

No one responded in the headset.

Kiel's forward figure retreated slightly, she frowned and switched to another channel:

"Cohen?"

Still no one responded.

Across the crowd, Kiel looked at Curacao standing opposite.

The two responded almost at the same time:

"run!"

"on!"

clatter,

boom!

The lantern in front of the tent went out.

The spotlight came on with a loud switch sound.

The blinding light illuminated the entire venue, making it impossible for those who were hiding in the darkness to escape.

Everyone in the Black Organization was shocked and their spirits collapsed in an instant.

stab-

Accompanied by the prelude of the record player,

The magician in a white cloak landed lightly on the tip of the tent like a bird descending from the sky.

The wide hood covered the upper half of the man's face, but the exposed part of the skin looked particularly pale.

The magician standing on the high ground opened his arms and said loudly to everyone present:

"Welcome, uninvited guests."

The person who had just opened the tent has now fainted at the door and his life or death is unknown.

The person who was supposed to have died in the plan suddenly appeared, making everyone present feel nervous.

As if satisfied with their shocked expressions, Kiel could see the corners of their lips slightly curled up.

The young man's low and elegant tone was tinged with a faint smile, revealing a cold tone:

"Okay, time for a question and answer. Which do you prefer, drowning or electric shock?"