The Secret of Gin [Conan]

120.

Half a year later, Bangkok.

A figure in a long black trench coat jumped out of the window on the fourteenth floor.

The bullet behind him shattered the glass and even flew to the wall of the building next door.

This is a very old tall building.

There are protective fences, fire ladders, and many air conditioners outside.

For others, walking on it is very scary and a test of mental ability, but this person's speed has not been affected in any way.

He still had time to press down the brim of his black hat and lean against the outer wall to wait for the people inside to empty the magazine.

Then he turned around suddenly and opened several wooden warehouses facing the window.

A short scream sounded.

Red liquid splashed on the wall.

"GIN!"

"Call for backup, we blocked him!"

The people squatting behind the furniture in the room shouted at the top of their lungs.

The people outside the wall had a sneer on the corner of their mouths.

He looked into the distance and saw several rampaging cars struggling to break through the crowded traffic.

But such behavior stimulated the drag racing party.

These people who own luxury cars and modified cars basically have a background that regards the law as nothing. Under the stimulation of alcohol, they are not afraid of anything. They stepped on the accelerator and took a trip of drag racing and bumper cars with the FBI on the highway. .

Under the night lights of the bustling street scene, the chaos is constantly expanding.

Many passing vehicles were affected, and road railings and street lights were also knocked into the air.

Gin has been in this world for a long time, but he still wants to laugh when he sees such poor driving skills.

"It's a pity that the FBI doesn't even have a decent driver..."

Gin pulled the trigger again, beating the survivors in the room so that they dared not look up.

Expensive land prices make it impossible to renovate old buildings, and the distance between buildings is very narrow.

Behind the most glamorous side of the city, there are countless narrow alleys and dark passages, like an intricate maze of iron frames.

Gin used to ambush in such a place before, sparing Leng Mucang from the organization's hunting targets, and used this terrain to chase down panicked and fleeing mice.

Now switching from the role of the hunter to the one being hunted, he still took his time and kicked away the rickety air-conditioning support and came to the fire escape.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Facing the shadow under the fire escape, Gin opened the three wooden warehouses.

The bullets pierced the body, and the body toppled over like a heavy sack.

"He's here!"

"Catch him now!"

Gin ignored the shouts from the dark, he flexibly changed his position, aimed at a certain window and pulled the trigger again.

The person who was hiding in the dark and was about to snipe Gin was shocked and his head was tilted to the side.

"Too close, idiot."

Gin dodged the bullets chasing him, kicked open a glass, and rolled under the window sill.

The bullets sent debris flying from the concrete wall.

Gin replaced Bo | La | Tower with a magazine, casually took out a can-shaped small grenade from the black windbreaker, and threw it out the window.

The grenade hit the iron frame of the fire escape and exploded.

The expressions of those FBI agents hiding in the shadows changed drastically, and they hurriedly avoided.

Several people who had already climbed onto the fire escape jumped out one after another, but the old fire escape still collapsed, and part of the iron staircase structure crashed into the wall of the building, bringing smoke and dust into the sky.

There was chaos outside the building.

Covered by the smoke and dust, Qin Jiu calmly left the room. He walked through the corridor expressionlessly, and suddenly pulled out his dagger, picking out a piano wire pulled in the dark.

He glanced along the direction of the piano wire, Qin Jiu sneered slightly, opened a door sideways, stepped back inside, and locked the door with his backhand.

In the next second, bullets rained down on the corridor.

Gin didn't move, only the sneer on his lips and the malice in his eyes became more obvious.

The FBI recruited "capable" criminals through various specious terms.

Gin felt that fighting against these people was more interesting than those useless agents.

At this time, intermittent voices came from his headset.

"Brother... I'm here."

"Response location No. 3, [-] minutes."

Gin pressed the headset and responded coldly.

He pushed the cabinet in the room against the door, then took out a bomb and wrapped the fuse around the door lock.

Immediately afterwards, Gin jumped from the window onto the air conditioner bracket.

He moved quickly, like a black phantom, with bullet flames blooming at his feet.

"...The target came out from the sixth window on the left of the ninth floor. Is there anyone there?"

"Don't shout, here we come."

Soon, there was movement outside the room where the gin came out.

"The door cannot be knocked open! It is blocked by furniture... Get out of the way."

The impatient person picked up the wooden warehouse, aimed at the door lock, and there was a wooden warehouse.

The moment the lock was broken and the head popped out——

There was a loud bang, and the flames swept across this floor surrounded by a powerful heat flow.

Countless shards of glass fell like raindrops.

The air-conditioning brackets hanging outside the building were also shaking violently.

Gin, however, seemed unaffected. He moved between the crumbling iron frames, dodging bullets fired from the dark from time to time, just like a helmsman walking on a sailboat raging in a storm.

To the hidden FBI agents outside the building and on the opposite floor, those fine glass, building and object debris "rushed" like waves.

They were forced to bow their heads and bend over to avoid the "torrential rain".

When they shook off the debris and raised the wooden warehouse to aim again, they suddenly found that the target was missing.

"Quick, search again!"

"Can't miss it in every direction!"

"There was a security camera broken in the parking lot, he must be there!"

"..."

Gin hides behind a pillar and watches as a group of people rush towards the parking lot.

He walked around behind the two agents guarding the intersection, raised his hands, and did not aim at them. He just slightly adjusted the angle of the wooden warehouse entrance and pulled the trigger.

The two people hid in different positions, and the distances between the camps were different, and they could still see each other.

pity……

The choice of defensive posture and position is too standard, and there is no need to worry about the standard and gin.

Gin put down the smoking wooden barn mouth, and walked past the two corpses indifferently.

He rounds a corner.

A black Volvo car just parked in the alley.Gin opened the car door and sat in.

When several quick-reacting FBI agents chased them out, they only saw the shadow of the car.

"...Adjust the surveillance, the target got into a black car with the license plate XXXX, stop him!"

Several cars parked at the intersection started at the same time, including the first car that was stuck in the traffic flow and the FBI was about to come to help.

Soon, a dizzying chase ensues on the highway.

Gin's profile was illuminated and dimmed by the speeding street lamps.

Vodka was rear wheel drifting and stopped suddenly, but Gin's expression didn't change at all.

He even took out the Porsche 356A cigarette lighter in his pocket, borrowed the car's equipment, and lit a cigarette for himself.

"boom!"

The closest car was slammed by the vodka, lost control and ran off the road, fell off the viaduct, exploded and ignited a raging fire.

As soon as the hot wind blows, sparks are diffused.

Gin lowered his eyes.

Under the silver eyelashes, there was a trace of unsatisfied burnout.

"Akai didn't show up."

It seems that Shuichi Akai is really looking for and cultivating a reliable partner and assistant.

"Huh?" Qin Jiu suddenly felt a shuddering discomfort.

He thought it was Akai, and quickly turned his head to look back.

As a result, I only saw a van truck rushing towards me, and an rpg7 rocket launcher carried by a person on the top of the van truck.

"interesting."

These must be those recruited guys with "questionable status". They urgently need to prove their strength, and the government of a certain country also acquiesces in their behavior beyond the rules.

Gin picked up the be|lay|ta and at the same time said to Vodka who was driving, "Hold on."

Although Vodka was sweating on his forehead, he was no stranger to this weapon as a mercenary.

He also drove an old and broken car, and led people to fight with the warlord team on a dirt slope that was not considered a road at all. What is this scene now?

Vodka stepped on the accelerator and stared at the left rearview mirror.

From squatting to aim to launching, the movements are rigid and followable.

……coming!

Vodka slammed the steering wheel, and the Volvo jumped out of the rail and flew to the left lane.

A distance of several meters passed by, and the air wave from the explosion behind pushed the car.

Gin lowered the car window, raised his left arm, and slightly narrowed his dark green eyes.

The ultimate shooting distance of 50 meters, the perfect parabolic trajectory——

"boom."

The man carrying the bazooka fell on his back.

At the same time, the Volvo car landed on the road and drove for a full 20 meters with its rear wheels on the ground. With the panic braking of the front and rear vehicles, it squeezed out a gap and galloped away.

Gin took off the cigarette he had been holding in his mouth, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"Brother's Mu Cang method is really accurate." Vodka said excitedly.

"Drive your car."

Gin returned to a state of boredom. He looked at the chaotic and completely congested viaduct over there, and leaned back on his seat.

"The group of flies thought they had ambushed Big Brother, but they didn't know that Big Brother did it on purpose." Vodka continued his daily bragging about Big Brother.

Gin was noncommittal.

In fact, he didn't listen to a word carefully.

Gin took off his hat and let his long silver hair loose.

At first, this was done to "pretend" Kurosawa, so that outsiders could not tell the difference between him and Kurosawa, because Gin didn't like wigs, and later when Gin was eating black goods from a smuggling gang, he accidentally found that he had lost one hair on the ground.

Then Gin thought for a week about losing his hair.

——It is not surprising that it is not the difference and absurdity of the world.

Mainly to prevent hair from falling in combat.

Gin somewhat understood why Kurosawa had short hair.

But he was too lazy to cut it off, and he didn't even think it was necessary, he could dye it black.

The black hair is inconspicuous, and it would be difficult to be noticed if it really fell on the scene. If it falls out normally, without hair follicles, it is impossible to detect DNA.

If a few strands were accidentally torn during the battle, it would be good to bundle them up in a windbreaker like today.

"Brother, where are we going next?"

"Japan."

"what?"

Vodka was surprised.

Because he knew that Kurosawa and Uozuka were in Japan, and they had been silent for half a year.

Vodka bets that Uozuka might be hiding somewhere as a social animal.

"Brother, are you going to find them?" Vodka resisted.

Gin looked at the cigarette in his hand and said with a sneer, "Didn't you realize that we might not be able to go back?"

"This……"

Vodka said with a bitter face, "Brother, don't say that. Maybe a certain condition has not been met. Maybe we have to go to an amusement park. I heard that Dorobega Amusement Park has been rebuilt. Brother, shall we go shopping?"

"To shut up."

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The author has something to say:

Agents of Science World: What car trick is this? ? ?

Vodka: hey