"Gin... nice angle... ready to shoot?"

This time it was Cohn's voice that came through the speakers.

"Not urgent."

Qin Jiu stared at the crowd shaking hands around Tumen Kanghui in the picture, worried that a coincidence would lead to the failure of the assassination, commanded:

"There are too many sheep in the way, wait for dj to sit on the bench before ending his life."

"It's really procrastinating." Ye Geng commented abruptly.

"What do you want to say?" Qin Jiu glanced sideways.

"From your sniper ability, you should be able to see that the current distance and angle are almost impossible to miss, and there are no civilians at the extension point after the bullet penetrates, so there is no need to worry about the direction of public opinion in the future."

Ye Gengyi said: "I suggest letting them shoot now."

"Small sweet wine, don't act too hastily~"

On the side, Belmode directly gave a negative attitude:

"If the assassination fails, it may have the opposite effect. DJ's approval rating has been high in this campaign. If he survives by chance, it may be difficult to find another opportunity..."

What's the meaning? Want to see if your godson can stop the assassination?

Ye Gengyi didn't think this was a good time to watch the weak teenagers grow up, and continued:

"Using the bench as an extension line, the best sniper positions are only the buildings on the left and right sides. After the sniper bullets are fired at the same time, there is almost no hit delay. It sounds perfect, but I know that there is no Nothing is perfect, neither is the plan..."

He paused, and did not continue to spend time explaining the logical relationship:

"Gin Jiu, hurry up and make a decision."

"Bermod is right. You should be patient now and don't worry." Gin said, "I will show you the picture of his brain bursting."

"Hmph..." Hearing this, Belmode chuckled and said, "Icewine, I didn't intend to contradict you, it's just that this assassination operation cannot be missed."

"Yeah?"

Ye Geng looked at Tumen Kang Hui who was still shaking hands with the crowd with a smile on his face: "I thought you were hesitating whether to kill him or not."

"Huh? How do you say this sentence?" Belmode was puzzled.

"The guy who chose to be interviewed in order to cover up his father's scandal, since he can put on a thick skin and act kindly in front of the camera and the public, he will suffer from his reputation in his political career in the future. Constantly choosing to compromise again and again, speaking of it..."

Ye Geng paused, shook the metal ball in his hand, and when he spoke again, it was no longer the synthesized voice like a child whispering:

"Haven't you considered including him as a member of the organization?"

"Hmph, there's no need for that."

Gin sneered and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Keir? Don't waste any more time, let the DJ sit on the bench quickly."

At the same time, among the green plants in the park.

Judy Steining put the silencer on the pistol and aimed at the automatic sprinkler with both hands.

boom!

The trigger was pulled, and the bullet hit the sprinkler head with precision.

With a sound, the water column soared into the sky, and after reaching a rising height, it scattered and fell.

Tumen Kang Hui had just walked to the bench when drops of water fell from the sky, dripped on his face, slid down and landed on the ground.

"It's raining…"

"No way, it just stopped for a while."

Everyone opened their umbrellas.

"Dj is under the dark blue umbrella, can you shoot?" Cohen's tone was also a little restless.

"Gin!" Chianti urged, "If you don't shoot, they will move!"

"No, the accuracy is not enough through the umbrella." Qin Jiu said.

Is this also a coincidence?

Ye Geng lowered the car window and looked outside.

In the driver's seat, Vodka was also puzzled and said, "Strange? It doesn't seem to be raining here..."

At this very moment, a gust of cool wind blew by, and raindrops wafted from the parking lot.

"Uh, it's starting to drop here too." Vodka immediately changed his words.

"Good luck."

Ye Geng put away the strong magnetic bomb with a flip of his hand, and activated the electronic synthesis sound again:

"In contrast, someone who doesn't listen to persuasion has worse luck."

"Chianti, Cohen, Kiel, evacuate separately!"

As if he didn't hear Ye Gengyi's ridicule, Gin continued to make arrangements: "I'll give you an hour to gather at the abandoned warehouse of ven-b."

"It looks like it's my turn to play, the outline of the second act of this assassination plot..."

Belmode leaned on the seat, changed his lazy sitting posture, and gave a guess:

"It should be related to Kiriko Busujima, right?"

"Hmph, let's talk as we go."

Gin closed the laptop, "Vodka, let's go."

The black Porsche 356a pulls out of the parking lot.

Ten seconds later.

In a beetle car within a range of tens of meters in the opposite direction, Hui Yuanai and Dr. A Li slowly poked their heads out, and couldn't help but let out a long breath.

... so close?

…

On the other side, in front of the bench in Kubado Park.

Tumen Kanghui looked at the overlapping clouds and the continuous and rapid dripping rain, and offered to change the location of the interview to the long pavilion in the park.

Hearing this, a group of his supporters hurriedly asked if they could follow along and watch.

After obtaining the consent of Tumen Kanghui.

The crowd cheered and rushed over there.

Renai Mizumu received the evacuation order from Gin Jiu, and was planning to go to the accompanying TV station staff to explain the situation.

As a result, before he took a few steps, the shoe with the tracker and bug attached was accidentally stepped on, bounced a few times, and fell to the side of the road.

good chance!

Conan's eyes lit up, and he immediately pushed forward along the crowd.

However, just as he was picking up the shoe, Rena Mizumu squeezed out from the crowd, grabbed the shoe and asked suspiciously:

"Ke, Nan...why are you here?"

No, it was discovered!

Judy Stein, who was hiding behind a tree, drew her gun and aimed at this side.

Conan took a half step back in panic, and subconsciously glanced at the bushes.

someone over there...

Rena Mizumu understood this micro-expression in an instant.

Reminiscent of the few automatic sprinklers that were blown up earlier, I somewhat understood something in my heart.

However, who is following him?

Is that the famous detective? Or the Japanese police...

While thinking, she took off the communicator, put her hand on Conan's neck, and made the other party look at her, and asked:

"You didn't follow me here, did you?"

"No, no," Conan stammered, "I just happened to come here to play..."

"That's it..."

After realizing that the child was lying, Shui Wurena breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you...for helping me retrieve the shoes."

"Uh... that." Conan hesitated to speak.

The strangeness in his heart disappeared in a flash, and he wanted to say something more, but in the end he could only watch Rina Mizumu put on her shoes, then ran to the TV station staff, and asked for leave to leave with the excuse that his throat was uncomfortable.

As a group of people gradually go away.

Judy Steining approached warily and asked:

"Cool boy, are you alright?"

"Uh, it's okay... Teacher, let's go back to the car first."

Conan scratched his head, muttering to himself:

Why are the members of the organization I met these few times have such strange tempers and personalities?

"Okay, we may have to fight a tough battle next, I will also contact my companions."

As Judy Stein said, she took out her mobile phone and called James Black, giving a brief explanation of what had just happened.

After learning that the other party happened to be nearby and planned to come to pick them up, Judy Stein was also slightly relieved, and after a moment of hesitation, she called Shuichi Akai again.

I also recounted what happened in Kubado Park, but the other party just said "that's it" and hung up the phone.

Judy Stein's expression was a little stiff.

Conan looking at this scene: "..."

The members of the fbi are equally weird...

With such emotion.

The two returned to the parking lot.

Another narration, compared to the FBI agents, Dr. A Li's reaction was obviously a little restless:

"What?! You were discovered by that female announcer!"

"What about trackers and bugs?"

Hui Yuanai's expression was serious, "Could they have found out what you were following?"

"No."

Although Conan himself was not sure, but in order to appease their emotions, he had no choice but to say clearly:

"I made up a random excuse to fool her, and she didn't notice the bugs and trackers."

"Then why don't you just take it back?"

Dr. A Li worried: "Just tell her that something seems to be sticking to the sole of the shoe, why don't you just take it off?"

"Uh... I, I forgot."

Conan scratched his head in embarrassment, "Because she gave me a strange feeling at the time, so..."

"Forget?" Hui Yuanai faced each other coldly: "Don't use such excuses to perfuse us, I think you are getting carried away again, you want to continue to investigate."

"Ahem..." Conan sweated profusely, "I thought they would evacuate so simply, and thought there must be a follow-up to this assassination plan."

"Then what?"

Hui Yuan Ai knew that now was not the time to vent her emotions, so she continued to understand the situation: "You two just withdrew like this, aren't you worried that the staff who are with her will directly kill you?"

"The staff of those TV stations should not be people in the organization."

Conan explained:

"I saw that Rena Mizumura deliberately made an excuse to separate from the interviewers, so those guys should go to a certain place to gather next, and then discuss the next plan..."

"It's also thanks to you that we can continue to follow up."

Judy Stein stood up to smooth things over, "In short, let us handle it with the FBI. You two go home first, of course..."

She smiled and patted Conan's big head: "The cool boy wants to lend me another use."

"But you don't have a car, how do you follow?" Dr. A Li wondered.

"no problem."

Judy Stein turned and looked towards the entrance of the parking lot, "I've already reported the situation here, and it won't take long for someone to pick us up."

"Doctor! Uncle and Xiaolan are on your leave. It's best to find a way to take them to your home!" Conan urged.

"To be on the safe side, I have two or three companions who will protect you in secret, so don't worry." Judy Stein gave another reassurance.

"Okay, I see." Dr. Li nodded.

"Then you guys go back first..."

"Hey! I have something to tell you."

After Conan finished speaking, he was about to go to the direction of the entrance to wait for the bus, but Haibara wailed again.

"Ah? What's the matter?" Conan leaned over and asked.

"You should know that your primary goal is to retrieve the tracker and bug. If you hesitate because of unnecessary curiosity and sense of justice."

Hui Yuanai's expression was serious, and he lowered his voice and said:

"Don't forget your identity. If you are discovered, you and the people around you will all be affected. You may lose everything you have now. Moreover, the fbi may just be using you..."

…just like using my sister.

She didn't say the last sentence, but the strong emotion in her eyes made Conan nod his head:

"okay, I get it."

Watch Conan and Judy Stein as they walk to the entrance of the parking lot.

Dr. Ali is also starting the beetle car and preparing to return to Mihua Town.

Hui Yuanai sat in the back seat, hid her hair in the one-piece cap, and lowered her head, feeling particularly troubled.

She no longer cares about whether Edogawa will obediently take back the tracker and bug as agreed.

After all, once she returned to Mihua Town with the doctor, she would not be able to intervene in everything that happened here. In other words... life or death depends entirely on the judgment of that detective boy.

No... There is another brother.

Hui Yuanai held the phone.

Thinking back to the Porsche 356a I just saw.

Will Brother Geng also be in that car?

Due to the reflection of the car glass, she didn't see clearly how many people were sitting in the car...

But, is it too late for me to send an email now?

Hui Yuan Ai opened the address book, selected the name with the cursor and hesitated again and again, still didn't think about what kind of content should be edited, so as to ensure that brother Geng could understand the plight they encountered, and would not be overwhelmed by Gin. Or other members see the content of the email, which puts the other party in danger.

the other side.

Ye Geng rested his chin on one hand and looked out the window. He seemed to be in a daze, but he was actually judging several congested road sections and smooth road sections based on the driving route of vodka.

In the end, he also came to the conclusion that there was no organizational intervention in the traffic control department of Kabado Town.

As for the separation of Conan and Hui Yuanai, Ye Gengyi did not pay attention to this information.

None of this matters anymore...

When he saw the beetle car in Cupido Park, he had a premonition that this assassination might be blocked.

That's why he kept urging Qin Jiu to order the killing quickly.

After all, as long as Tumen Kanghui dies, Gin, Vodka, Chianti, Cohen, and Belmode will all go into the dark again.

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"Little sweet wine, what's wrong?"

Next to him, Belmode is a restless character. After discussing the plan, he saw that the car was quiet again, and joked daily:

"Could it be that you are still unhappy about what happened just now?"

"You think too much."

Ye Geng said calmly:

"I also dislike wasting time in meaningless past tense compared to discussing meaningless assumptions."

"Hmph, it's really my negligence that it's actually raining, so I've made some adjustments to the plan..."

Gin looked sideways: "There are sniper rifles over there in the warehouse. Icewine, you will act as a team with Chianti and Cohen later."

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