Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

"I'm leaving it to you. I have things to take care of for the remaining two days, so I'll be going now."

Gin checked the time and then hurriedly left with vodka.

Everyone else has their own life, but Qi Ming always felt that Gin didn't have his own life.

His whole body reeked of the smell of cattle and horses.

"Namadera, what about our training?"

Seeing Gin and Vodka leave, Chianti came up to them excitedly and asked.

Even Cohen pushed up his sunglasses and came to Qi Ming's side.

He didn't expect any significant progress in the next two days.

I am just a nobody.

The protagonist is the type who can acquire extraordinary strength after a short period of special training.

He only hoped to gain some experience from Qi Ming.

Hmm... as long as I don't let him switch to using a semi-automatic sniper rifle for anything, it's fine.

"Let me think about it."

Qi Ming looked Chianti and Cohen up and down, then asked:

"Follow the gun club, huh?"

"Following the target" refers to the act of moving the crosshair along with the target while aiming.

Chianti and Cohen nodded.

This skill is something that even slightly professional players, no, assassins, can do.

"That's no problem."

Out of thin air, Qi Ming pulled out two guns and handed them to Chianti and Cohen.

Although it was surprising where Qi Ming had pulled it out from, it was still better than him gouging out his own eyeballs.

How these two guns came to be is no longer important.

Chianti and Cohen each examined the gun in their hands.

Chianti was holding an MK14 marksman rifle, while Cohen was holding an M200 sniper rifle.

After experiencing the SEAL team's weapon with slight novelty for a while, Chianti shifted her gaze to the sniper rifle in Cohen's hand.

Compared to a regular MK14, my gun was simply painted with some special effects.

But Cohen's gun was not just a simple recolor!

The gun has a cold, metallic sheen, with some parts of its structure painted yellow, which prevents it from looking too heavy.

The gun has a cyberpunk-like mechanical body, a honeycomb structure, and a constantly flashing blue fluorescent light within it.

Scope, silencer, built-in bipod, in short—

High-end atmosphere and class.

It looks like it has some special features.

This gun might seem a bit too flashy for an amateur sniper.

But for professionals like them, the gun is just right.

Chianti's eyes lit up as she reached for the gun in Cohen's arms.

"Cohen, let me see your gun!"

However, the next second, Cohen nimbly dodged, causing Chianti to miss his target.

"Go look at your sniper rifle, this one is mine."

Cohen surprisingly stopped stuttering and spoke fluently, even adding a swear word in the process.

Cohen looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms, his eyes behind his sunglasses revealing his infatuation.

Look, what a beautiful gun!

Beneath her long, light blue-streaked hair were eyes with a structure as precise as if calibrated with gold.

Her slender, firm body, like a black pearl, was clad in a pale yellow, voluminous long dress.

And that sexy silencer painted with dark lipstick makes one want to kiss it...

"Nani?"

Chianti had never seen Cohen like this before, and after a moment of slight disorientation, he squinted and shouted.

"Cohen, didn't you say you just liked using the M24? What's wrong with you, a grown man like you, forgetting what you said?"

"To be honest, you're using this gun a bit too flashy. You don't want to be misunderstood, do you? Give it to me, it's just right for me!"

M24?

What is M24?

Not familiar, really not familiar.

"..."

Chianti saw Cohen's lecherous look and knew she wouldn't get the gun.

Finally, she could only look at Qi Ming with hopeful eyes.

"They don't have that kind of semi-automatic sniper rifle. Are you sure you want the Cohen type?"

"..."

Upon hearing Qi Ming's reply, Chianti frowned.

After a while, she suddenly loosened her clenched fist.

"Fine, that's fine."

Unlike Cohen, who is a fickle man, she is determined to uphold her belief in sniper rifles to the very end.

"So what do we do now? Train with the new weapons you gave us?"

"That's right, as long as you can track the gun, you can become a sniper god."

Qi Ming nodded, then turned to look at Cohen, who was about to bite the gun. His lips twitched, and he quickly shouted.

"Cohen, that's enough, we're getting ready to go... If you keep looking at me, I'll put the gun away."

"No, don't accept it, I don't want to watch it anymore."

Cohen snapped out of his daze and quickly nodded.

Having won the heart of such a beautiful woman, I can't be too hasty and offend my father-in-law.

Anyway, there is a long way to go.

Seeing Qi Ming take a step, Chianti and Cohen followed.

Where are we going now?

Chianti leaned closer to Qi Ming and asked curiously.

Upon hearing this, Qi Ming did not stop walking, but as he walked, he turned his head and cast a questioning look at Chianti.

"I don't really know where we're going either."

"I just felt that there was no point in just standing here, so I decided to go outside first."

"What the hell..."

Chianti's lips twitched violently.

I thought Qi Ming had come up with a good idea, but it turns out this is all?

I have a feeling this person is unreliable. Does he even know how to teach?

"Chianti, your father-in-law is now a cadre, so it's necessary to speak with respect."

Cohen suddenly leaned forward, his eyes behind his sunglasses fixed on Chianti as he spoke slowly.

"what?"

"what?"

Chianti and Qi Ming both stopped in their tracks, looking at Cohen in shock.

What is a father-in-law?

Qi Ming seemed to have thought of something. He glanced strangely at the M200 in Cohen's arms, and then at Cohen himself.

Dude, do you have a fetish?

Anyone who didn't know better would think they'd given away a gray-haired little girl as a wife.

"Give me back my gun, now."

"No, no, don't separate us!"

……

Half an hour later.

On a high-rise building, Chianti and Cohen were looking through binoculars at an unnamed old mountain.

"Madeira, isn't this location a bit...too far?"

Chianti murmured as he looked at the blurry green jungle that could only be seen through binoculars.

900 yards?

No, this is probably already 1100 yards away, isn't it?

While it's nice to have live targets to shoot at Chianti, you at least have to be able to hit them, right?