I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

Vermouth slowly raised her hands, and seemed to be saying something as her red lips opened and closed.

Shen Yuan sighed lightly, with a hint of regret in his tone: "Miss Vermouth seems to be slightly inferior!" His eyes glanced to his side.

Toru Amuro was lying on the container in a standard sniper posture, his slender fingers firmly resting on the trigger guard.

His right eye was pressed against the sight, his left eye was slightly closed, and his whole body was motionless like a sculpture. Only his golden hair blown by the sea breeze showed that he was a living person.

"Bourbon, aren't you going to save Miss Vermouth?" Shen Yuan's voice came lightly.

Toru Amuro's breathing rhythm did not change at all: "She said to wait for her signal, but it's not time yet!" At this moment, the blonde woman with the gun moved slightly.

Vermouth's fingers made a concealed movement.

Toru Amuro's index finger steadily pulled the trigger, and the silencer swallowed the sound of the gunshot in the night wind.

The bullet accurately passed through the blonde woman's side. She staggered back a few steps, her back hit the car door heavily, and then she slowly slid to the ground.

"Bourbon has great marksmanship," Shen Yuan gave a thumbs up, his eyes curved into crescents, and exclaimed, "I didn't expect that you are also a good candidate for sniping!" Vermouth raised her head, her long golden hair falling like a waterfall.

She raised the corners of her lips in the direction of the sniper point, her red lips shining seductively in the moonlight: "Thank you!" Gin, who had been silent for a long time, snorted coldly. He slowly opened his eyes, his cold dark green pupils were like inorganic glass beads, reflecting the figure of Vermouth below. The snort overflowed from his nose, with undisguised disgust, and then he spit out two words: "Idiot!" Shen Yuan glanced at Gin sideways, thinking, isn't it, the sniper position was exposed so easily.

His eyes fell on Amuro Toru's tense calves again: I hope "you two" won't be hit by bullets... Amen.

Vermouth below shouted again: "Don't kill him yet, I still have something to ask this woman!" She walked slowly forward, her leather shoes making crisp sounds on the concrete floor, bent down to pick up the fallen pistol, and it was unknown what she was saying to the blonde woman.

"The saying that villains die because they talk too much is really a vivid portrayal of Vermouth!" Shen Yuan muttered softly.

After about two minutes, Vermouth raised her hand, put the muzzle of the gun to the woman's temple, and opened her red lips as if saying goodbye.

Suddenly, a football broke through the window and accurately hit Vermouth's gun-holding wrist.

The moment the gun flew out of his hand, the door of the car next to him was pushed open and a girl with short brown hair walked out.

As everyone watched, the girl raised her hand and tore off the mask - revealing Conan's face.

"Wow," Shen Yuan whistled, his eyes flashing with interest, "Today's scene is really full of twists and turns!" Amuro Toru's body obviously stiffened.

He originally thought that he was just cooperating with Vermouth to trap the FBI, but he didn't expect these two people to be implicated.

His purplish-grey pupils shrank slightly, wondering if Vermouth's target was actually Conan and Haibara. He stiffly turned his head to look at Gin, only to see the silver-haired killer with a dangerous curve at the corner of his mouth, his grey-green eyes flashing with predatory excitement.

That expression made a layer of cold sweat instantly break out on Amuro Toru's back.

"Don't be nervous," Shen Yuan's voice sounded at the right time, comforting him, "My boss and I are just here to watch the fun, we won't interfere in this matter.

Everything depends on what Vermouth does. We are not some murderous monsters!" He shook the binoculars in his hand, his dark brown eyes filled with innocence, "Let's continue watching!" At this moment, another taxi stopped at the pier, the door opened, and a girl with short brown hair got out of the car, and the taxi drove away.

Shen Yuan watched the scene through the telescope and raised his eyebrows with interest: "I used to think that Miss Vermouth's disguise skills were so rare, but I didn't expect that the little boy's skills were so good!" He adjusted the focus and said in a light tone, "Look, the little boy's outfit just now is exactly the same as the little girl's now!" In the field of view of the telescope, the situation suddenly changed again.

Conan suddenly fell to the ground after Vermouth did something unknown.

She then pulled out a small ladies' pistol from the holster at her ankle and pointed the muzzle at Ai Haibara who was walking towards her.

At the moment when Vermouth was about to pull the trigger, the trunk of the Peugeot 607 driven by the blonde woman suddenly popped open, and a tall young girl jumped out nimbly.

Run towards Haibara Ai's location.

When Toru Amuro saw who was coming through the scope, his body stiffened noticeably - it was Ran Mouri.

"Shoot!" Shen Yuan's voice suddenly sounded in Amuro Toru's ears.

Amuro Toru looked at Shen Yuan with sharp eyes full of murderous intent. He knew that Monk knew about him, so he did not pretend his attitude.

Chapter 160 The Good Show 3

Shen Yuan blinked innocently: "Bourbon, don't look at me like that.

I'm not some murderer, I just suggest you do what Cohen and Chianti did, and glance to the side to show that you're working hard!" Gin and Amuro Toru twitched their lips at the same time.

Amuro Toru took a deep breath and put his eyes close to the sight again.

In the field of vision, Mao Lilan was jumping from the trunk onto the roof with a beautiful side flip, and then sliding down... Amuro Toru aimed at her feet and pulled the trigger.

The bullet accurately grazed Xiaolan's heel and sank into the ground, stirring up a small amount of gravel.

He planned to fire a few shots symbolically, and if he missed, he would have a reason. When Vermouth asked him about it, he would say that he was not a professional sniper and had tried his best.

Toru Amuro secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to fire another shot just to make it look like he was doing something, but he saw Vermouth suddenly turn the gun and shoot wildly at the container they were in.

"Bourbon! Stop it, don't shoot!" Her voice changed sharply, and the bullet splashed dazzling sparks on the metal box.

Seeing Toru Amuro's surprised expression, Shen Yuan was about to tease him when Gin's eyes suddenly became stern. He grabbed Shen Yuan's waist with his left hand, and with a neat somersault, he jumped down from the six-meter-high container.

Almost at the same moment, Toru Amuro dropped his sniper rifle and rolled to the other side.

A sniper bullet accurately hit the position where he had just ambushed, and the sound of metal collision was particularly harsh in the night.

Toru Amuro quickly glanced in the direction where the bullet came from, and then jumped lightly off the container.

The three of them evacuated from here tacitly, but they all chose new observation points at the same time - no one wanted to miss this wonderful show.

The night was as dark as ink. Three figures shuttled silently among the shadows of the containers, and then occupied the commanding heights again.

On the dock below, Xiaolan knocked Haibara Ai to the ground and held her tightly under her body. Then Vermouth scanned Xiaolan with a gun, forcing her to get up, but did not hurt her.

"Boss," Shen Yuan nudged Gin lightly with his elbow, his short silver hair gleaming coldly in the moonlight, "Is this considered another miracle?" There was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, "Our Thousand-Faced Witch is actually starting to show sympathy for women!" Gin leaned against the rusty iron frame, his silver hair hanging down to cover half of his face.

Moonlight leaked in from the gap, illuminating the cold sneer in his dark green pupils.

What happened next seemed like an absurd farce to him. Gin's eyes fell on Vermouth, thinking about what he could plan from this incident.

Toru Amuro sat on the other side, his eyes constantly shifting between the farce below and the two people beside him.

Were Gin and Monk really just here to watch the show? This thought made his temples throb.

What puzzled him even more was the series of incidents happening below - first it was Conan, then it was Haibara, and now even Xiaolan was involved.

How long will this scene last? What exactly is Vermouth going to do?

Will there be another unexpected incident later? Suddenly, another gunshot was heard, and another unexpected incident occurred.

Under Amuro Toru's surprised gaze, Vermouth was suddenly hit by a shotgun and fell to the side.

Toru Amuro's pupils suddenly contracted - in the shadow of the container, a slender figure walked out slowly, with smoke still coming out of the barrel of the shotgun in his hand.

"Xuyi?!" Judy screamed, a look of surprise appearing on her pale face.

Vermouth staggered to her feet, her long golden hair scattered messily over her shoulders.

She covered her ribs, but no blood seeped out between her fingers.

"Rye?" Her voice trembled with disbelief, "It's been... a long time!" Akai Shuichi's figure emerged completely from the shadow of the container, with a few strands of short black hair showing under his black knitted hat.

He held the shotgun steady in both hands, the barrel gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

The collar of the dark jacket was slightly raised, covering part of the jawline, and the strap of the sniper rifle on the back left a clear mark on the shoulder.

His eyes swept over Vermouth calmly: "What a pity, there is no blood. Are you wrapped in a bulletproof vest?... But you have several broken ribs, right?" High on the container, Amuro Toru's knuckles were clenched white.

He clenched his teeth tightly together, almost squeezing out the name: "Rye..." Shen Yuan observed Akai's new look with great interest, his silver hair swaying gently in the night breeze: "Oh my, it's Rye!" His tone was filled with exaggerated surprise, "No wonder I couldn't find him. He actually cut off his flowing long hair. What a surprise!" Vermouth suddenly looked up and shouted in the direction of the previous sniper point: "Bourbon! How long are you going to watch the show?!"

"So it's Bourbon who's here," Akai Shuichi followed her gaze, a faint smile curling up at the corner of his mouth, "No need to shout.

I went there a while ago and only found an abandoned sniper rifle.

It seems your companion has abandoned you because you shot him!" Gin stood silently in the shadows, his eyes under his silver hair staring at Akai Shuichi below like a predator.

His fingers unconsciously stroked the gun handle inside his windbreaker. He was like a fully drawn bow, but he had not yet shot the arrow.

Below, Akai had already pointed the gun back at Vermouth: "Now that all the old friends are here, why don't we catch up?" The night wind at the dock suddenly became fierce, blowing away the smoke. Vermouth ran towards Conan at an astonishing speed, then picked up the unconscious Conan and held him tightly in front of her as a human shield.

"Don't move!" she gritted her teeth, pressing the muzzle of the gun against Conan's temple, "Unless you want to see this little detective's head explode!" Akai Shuichi's shotgun was still pointed steadily at her, but his knuckles were already slightly white.

In this split second, Vermouth suddenly kicked the fuel tank of the vehicle next to her.

The sound of metal tearing was accompanied by the sound of gasoline gurgling out. She fired a shot with her backhand - "Bang!" Amid the deafening explosion, Shuichi Akai had to move sideways to avoid the flying debris.

The scorching air lifted the hem of his jacket. When the smoke cleared, he saw that the Peugeot 607 had already driven away with Vermouth and Conan, its taillights leaving two scarlet streaks in the night.

High up in the container, Shen Yuan sighed softly, his short silver hair swaying slightly in the aftermath of the explosion: "The main actors have all left, so there's nothing left to watch.

Boss, let's go too!" He turned around and walked towards the shadows with Gin, waving at the back from time to time, "Bourbon, just wait for Miss Vermouth's call for help. She's in such a mess right now, maybe she'll ask you for help soon!" Only Toru Amuro was left standing alone at the edge of the container, the night wind ruffling his blond hair.

The night wind blew away his mumblings, "What exactly is your purpose?"

Chapter 161 Shen Yuan's "Competition"

When Shen Yuan received Yuanzi's call, he was being pressed down on the bed by Gin.

The silver-haired man held his wrist with one hand and played tricks on his waist with the other, completely unaware that he was on the phone.

"Hello? Miss Sonoko?... Kaito Kid?" Shen Yuan tried hard to make his voice sound normal, but Gin's sudden bite on his collarbone almost broke him.

He bent his knees to try to push the man away, but instead his ankles were grabbed and pushed to the other side.

"Yes, it's Lord Kidd! Brother Shen Yuan, my uncle wants to use the gem 'Miracle of the Sea' from the Age of Exploration to challenge Lord Kidd, and wants Lord Kidd to come and watch secretly to see if he can steal the gem under the layers of protection he designed!" Yuanzi's voice on the other end of the phone was so excited that it almost penetrated the microphone, "Lord Kidd accepted my uncle's challenge!" Shen Yuan's elbow strike was easily restrained. He felt Gin's fingers sliding down his spine, his lips and tongue wandering along Shen Yuan's neck line, and his warm breath sprayed on his sensitive skin.

Shen Yuan concentrated his attention with difficulty, "Then...um, who are you looking for?..." Yuanzi didn't notice the difference in his voice at all, and said excitedly: "My uncle even specially trained his beloved dog Lupin, saying that Kidd will never escape Lupin's nose.

Then I thought of Lightning!" Shen Yuan gasped—Gin's hand had already slipped into his pajamas.

He quickly held down the rebellious hand and said calmly, "Lightning? What's wrong with him?"

"It's my uncle. He heard me talk about Lightning's heroic deeds and became very interested in him. He thought he could cause some trouble for Lord Kidd, so he wanted to invite you to his home! Lupin and Lightning can also be friends!" Sonoko's voice was full of anticipation, "Brother Shen Yuan, are you free?" Gin suddenly increased the strength of his hand, and Shen Yuan almost threw the phone away.

Shen Yuan suddenly turned over, his knees pressed precisely against Gin's waist, one hand clasping his neck, the other still holding the phone in his other hand.

The silver hair spread out on the black bed sheet like a spider web in the moonlight. The silver-haired killer's dark green pupils shrank slightly, obviously not expecting this sudden resistance.

"Ms. Sonoko, I'm sorry!" Shen Yuan looked down at Gin, his slender fingers stroking the other's Adam's apple, feeling the arc of the swallowing, but his voice was steady as if nothing had happened, "I have some personal matters to deal with recently, I'm afraid I can't get away!" Gin's dark green eyes narrowed dangerously, and the lines of his muscles were stretched on the black silk sheets. Shen Yuan felt the resistance of the person under him, and increased the pressure of his knees.

Due to Vermouth's injury, many tasks were piled up in Gin's hands. Shen Yuan's daily activity now is to follow Gin to complete tasks, so he really doesn't have much time to pay attention to a jewelry thief.

As Shen Yuan spoke, his fingers had already begun to wander along Gin's bare chest, his fingertips faintly brushing across those old scars, and finally stopped at his heart.

He lowered his head to meet Gin's gaze, an ambiguous light flickering in his amber eyes, like a predator admiring its prey.

Yuanzi sighed in disappointment from the other end of the phone, "However," Shen Yuan changed the subject, tracing his fingers on Gin's chest, his nails lightly scratching that sensitive area, and then said, "Lightning is a little mad recently because he can't go out and play.

If Miss Sonoko is free, you can take him to the Suzuki family's house tomorrow to play for a day, and I'll pick him up before dinner the day after tomorrow!" He and Gin came back late last night, and Lightning, full of energy, broke the sofa he had just replaced. Sonoko took it over and asked him to run a few laps in the large garden of the Suzuki Manor, which should be enough for him to blow off some steam.

"Really? That's great!" Sonoko's scream almost penetrated the microphone, "I will go to pick up Lightning myself before breakfast tomorrow! Leave Lightning's breakfast to me!" At this time, Gin suddenly raised his head, and his silver hair spread on the pillow like pouring moonlight.

When his Adam's apple rolled, it pulled at the fresh bite mark on his collarbone. His stern face became lively with lust, like a crack suddenly appearing on the surface of an ice lake, revealing a burning undercurrent underneath.

Shen Yuan's eyes darkened and he hung up the phone. The phone slipped from his fingers and hit the carpet with a dull thud. He rushed forward and bit Gin's lips. The moment his canine teeth pierced Gin's lips, he tasted a mixture of blood and nicotine.

A low laugh escaped from Gin's throat, and he indulged in this aggressive kiss until Shen Yuan's hand began to slide down dishonestly, and then a brute force directly knocked Shen Yuan over.

Gin took the initiative and pressed him under him. His silver hair fell across his cheek, with a faint smell of gunpowder. His voice was low and a little teasing, "Let me do it!" The silver hair fell down to form a private curtain, blocking out the outside light like a cage. The ends of the hair swept across Shen Yuan's neck, causing a shudder.

The neon lights outside the window cast changing spots of light on the overlapping figures. Through the gap in the curtains that were not drawn tightly, Shen Yuan's slender legs were vaguely visible wrapped around the other's waist, and the instep of his feet formed a beautiful arc.

When Gin bit his earlobe and whispered, Shen Yuan suddenly turned over and counterattacked him, and a low laugh came out of his throat: "I also want to serve the boss~" Gin tilted his neck and let him bite his Adam's apple, but when Shen Yuan relaxed, he suddenly exerted force, and the positions of the two were reversed again, "Stop dreaming!" Gin rubbed his lips and whispered, his palm sliding down Shen Yuan's taut abdominal muscles.

...Shen Yuan suddenly bent his waist and pressed his feet against the other's waist. With the sound of fabric rubbing against each other, the two rolled over again. Black hair and silver threads were entangled between Gin's fingers. He pulled Shen Yuan and forced him to raise his head to accept a kiss with the smell of blood.

The neon lights outside the window cast a changing color glow on the sweaty back, and the two figures on the black sheets seemed to be fighting and entangled.

When Shen Yuan gasped and bit Gin's shoulder blade, the other party suddenly pinched the soft flesh on the inside of his thigh, blocking all whimpers the moment he opened his mouth in pain.

Someone interlocked their fingers and pressed their knuckles back against the pillow.

When Shen Yuan raised his head, his Adam's apple rolled in a fragile arc. Gin's thumb with thin calluses rubbed across the bulge, causing the person under him to shudder.

At the edge of the messy bed sheet, a bony hand suddenly clenched the fabric, veins bulging, and then slowly loosened its grip.

Outside the window, Tokyo's neon lights are still flickering...

Chapter 162 No. 7 Club 1

After Shen Yuan handed Lightning to Yuanzi, he returned home and began to prepare his outfit for today's trip.

After dressing up as Monk, Shen Yuan and Gin went out and headed to the place where they and Gin's action team would gather today. Gin would act as the driver today.

No. 7 Club is hidden in the third basement floor of a building in Ginza.

When Shen Yuan followed Gin through the secret door, the sound of billiard balls colliding and the smell of alcohol immediately hit him.

Chianti and Cohen were battling over the pool table in the corner, the red-haired female sniper crouching like a female leopard ready to pounce.

"Bang!" Ball No. 7 went into the pocket accurately. Chianti stood up proudly and just saw the two people walking in.