Model worker and his little darling

Cupido Park.

Rena Mizunashi, accompanied by her television crew, interviewed Yasuhiro Tsuchimon. Gin, Vodka, and Vermouth were in the parking lot, arranging for several men to take action. Chianti and Cohen were waiting to snipe from the rooftops and water tower on either side of the road.

As time went by, Chianti looked at Tsuchimon Kanghui's photo, but the spot that had been arranged was still empty, and the target had not appeared. She couldn't help but start complaining, "Gin, hasn't Gil arrived yet? I'm so bored I'm about to die."

Upon hearing this, Gin coldly warned the irritable Chianti, "She's already headed that way with her men. Don't go hunting random sheep just to kill time. The same goes for Cohen."

Cohen stared at the target point, a confident smile playing on his lips.

Vermouth, who was resting with her eyes closed in the back seat, heard the roar of the engine and turned around to see the belatedly arriving Hirai, as well as Conan jumping out of the car and running away in a hurry.

Upon seeing Gin's Porsche, Taira waved, but Conan was too focused on Tsuchimon Koki to notice Taira's unusual behavior.

"Oh, Qingqing is here too."

Gin turned around and saw a smiling face. The person winked at him and then followed the annoying brat.

"It's rare that Xiao Qingqing isn't going with you."

Gin completely ignored Vermouth's teasing.

Watching Heikichi and Conan's departing figures, Vermouth's smile deepened; she was just waiting to see the show.

Time ticked by, and Tumen Kanghui reached his designated sniping position. He was recognized by passersby, who all came up to greet him.

Chianti and Cohen had already aimed at their target. "Got it, can we fire?"

Gin clicked his tongue. "Wait a minute, there are too many things in the way."

Chianti pursed his lips, aimed at Tsuchimon Kanghui's head, and imagined the scene of the bullet flying through his skull.

Seeing Kir clearly stalling for time on the monitor, Gin urged her to proceed according to plan. Rena Mizunashi hesitated for a moment, but eventually led Yasuharu Tsuchimon to the designated location.

Meanwhile, Conan found Tsuchimichi Yasuhiro, who was surrounded by the crowd. Seeing that everyone was holding umbrellas, he thought of a way to stop the sniping and turned to look at Hirakiyo who was rushing over.

"Brother Pingqing, do you have a gun with you?"

Ping Qing raised an eyebrow. "I brought it. What are you going to do with it?"

According to Conan, Hirai used a silenced pistol to shoot through the sprinkler, creating the illusion of rain. Passersby opened their umbrellas, greatly increasing the chances of the sniper shot failing.

Rena Mizunashi also heard the sound of the silencer, turned around and saw Hirakiyo's actions.

Looking at the targets and crowd with umbrellas on the monitor, Gin's eyes flashed with a smile, his expression revealing amusement.

Vodka opened the car window and looked at the sky outside, his face full of doubt. "But it's strange, it's not raining here."

No sooner had he finished speaking than raindrops began to patter against the glass.

"Chianti, Cohen, Kiel, I'll be waiting for you at the usual place in an hour."

Vermouth's languid voice rang out, "Gin, now you can tell me the plot outline of the second act of the assassination script."

Chianti picked up her sniper rifle, frowned, and looked unwillingly at the crowd below. However, the rain was too much of a factor, and she had no choice but to obey Gin's order to retreat.

On the other side, Rena Mizunashi was holding an umbrella and weaving through the crowd when one of her shoes was accidentally stepped on and fell off.

A certain elementary school student seized the opportunity and rushed out, intending to retrieve the listening device he had installed. However, Conan and Rena Mizunashi's hands simultaneously touched the shoes.

In the pouring rain, the two locked eyes.

Hirai, who was sheltering from the rain under a tree, blinked. Even the heavens seemed to be on Conan's side, as it really started to rain.

Rena Mizunashi looked at Conan, who shouldn't be there, turned off her headset, and placed her left hand on Conan's neck.

"You wouldn't be secretly following me, would you?"

Conan trembled slightly and stammered, "No...no, it was just a coincidence."

Rena Mizunashi smiled. "Thank you. I'm so grateful that you found my shoes."

As she got up, her gaze inadvertently swept over Hirayoshi, then she declined the interview, citing a sore throat, and went to meet up with Gin.

Seeing Conan standing in the rain in a daze, Hirashi carried him to the car; he had no interest in getting soaked in the rain with others.

"Brother Pingqing, it seems like there's something wrong with Mizunashi Rena."

"Yes, she knows you lied."

Recalling Rena Mizunashi's actions, Conan looked at Hirai Kiyoshi and asked, "Could she be... like you?"

Ping Qing lowered his head, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "By observing the pulse, the frequency of breathing, and the degree of pupil contraction, one can determine whether a person is lying. This is a common method used by the CIA."

Conan breathed a sigh of relief. Rena Mizunashi was a CIA agent, so even if she knew he had problems, she wouldn't tell the organization.

"She deliberately made excuses not to act with the TV station staff, I think it was because they were going to discuss the next step in the assassination plan against Tsuchimon Kanghui."

The car sped by, splashing water all the way.

"Around 16 p.m., the DJ's car will drive across the bridge, and the assassination will take place there. This time, Chianti and Cohen will provide support."

After confirming that the voice belonged to Gin, Conan's expression became even more serious.

"Ah, you said support!" Chianti exclaimed in dissatisfaction.

At the same time, Cohen also expressed his desire, saying, "I want to shoot."

Volt stepped forward and explained to the two, "Alright, don't say that. His car is a specially made bulletproof vehicle, unlike in the park."

Chianti was still not satisfied and wanted to try again, "But..."

Before she could finish speaking, Gin interrupted her, "Besides, there are bodyguards from the Self-Defense Forces sitting on either side of him. Even if you manage to shoot a 7.62mm bullet that can penetrate the thinnest car window, you still can't hit DJ."

Chianti crossed her arms in anger, her emotions became unstable, and her voice rose considerably.

"So, how do you plan to kill him? Are you going to strip naked, stand on the bridge, flag down the DJ's car, ask for a ride, and then ask him to let you into the car?" After saying that, she stopped talking and expressed her anger with silence.

Pingqing, watching the live stream remotely: ...

How come I never noticed before that Chianti's thought process is so peculiar?

Vodka's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, seemed much larger; this crazy woman was getting increasingly outspoken. If Yu Lu heard this…

Soon, the roar of motorcycles began.

“Oh, Chianti, you're pretty close! I'll crash this motorcycle in front of the DJ, make his car stop, and wait for him to get off…”