Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

The air was a little awkward.

Vodka looked at Makoto Sakaki with a suspicious look on his face.

After training, some people can indeed dodge bullets because their reflexes are naturally several times faster than those of ordinary people.

But your promise that you can dodge bullets is a bit too much!

There are many kinds of bullets.

The muzzle velocity of sniper rifle bullets is about 800-900m/s, which is 2-3 times the speed of sound.

The muzzle velocity of pistol bullets varies greatly, fluctuating between 200-500m/s.

Can you dodge pistol bullets and sniper bullets?

What about the barrage fired by shotguns?

In short, Vodka thinks Makoto Sakaki is bragging.

The kind that doesn't think about it.

The cigarette burned out, Gin spit out the cigarette butt, suddenly reached into his arms, took out a Beretta M92F, aimed at Makoto Sakaki's shoulder and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The bullet blew a hole in the wall, and gravel flew everywhere.

Makoto Sakaki dodged the shot by slightly leaning to the side.

(⊙⊙)

Vodka widened his eyes, looking at Gin for a while, then at Makoto Sakaki, and rubbed his eyebrows with his hand.

"Brother. Did you miss on purpose?"

Gin's orbicularis oculi muscle twitched, bringing his upper and lower eyelids closer together.

"No, I aimed."

Vodka was even more shocked, and looked at Makoto Sakaki in disbelief: "Can you really dodge bullets?"

"Can you dodge this?"

Vodka bent down and pulled out a German-made Uzi submachine gun from under the table.

The theoretical rate of fire is as high as 1500 rounds per minute.

It can fire 25 rounds per second.

Click!

Vodka pulled the bolt and aimed at Makoto Sakaki.

Makoto Sakaki grinned and felt a little toothache.

There is an arsenal under your TM table!

Just pull out a UZI?

Can you stop making trouble?

Vodka is not joking. The next second, he pulled the trigger.

Knock knock knock.

Gin's face changed, and he didn't have time to stop.

He wanted to curse. It was already amazing to be able to dodge pistol bullets. You really used a submachine gun to experiment!

Besides, I aimed at his shoulder. Do you have a shoulder?

At such a close distance, a few shots will smash him!

It's over. The talent that the organization has finally recruited.

Gin covered his face, as if he could see Makoto Sakaki being shot into a sieve.

The 9mm bullet drew a long straight line on the wall. With Vodka's figure, it was more than enough to suppress a submachine gun.

In the room, Makoto Sakaki seemed to be strolling leisurely, but he was actually panicking.

He had never been chased and swept by a submachine gun.

This kind of experience is something that ordinary people will never have in their lifetime.

Let alone want to have it.

A strong sense of crisis enveloped him, and his body reacted without thinking.

He supported himself on the table with one hand, dodging the barrage in the air. His body was as agile as a fish. The bullets brushed past his body and could not hurt Makoto Sakaki at all.

Vodka seemed to want to test Makoto Sakaki's limit. He turned the gun head and aimed at Makoto Sakaki in the air.

Makoto Sakaki never expected that a simple interview could still lead to a life-and-death crisis.

In extreme tension, the cerebral cortex contracted, adrenaline soared, and the bullets slowed down in the air.

As expected of Uzi, the barrage was smooth and flat. Wherever you looked, there were bullets.

In the air, Makoto Sakaki made a move that humans could not make at all.

He lightly tapped the bullet with his toes and took off.

In the eyes of Gin and Vodka, Makoto Sakaki flew directly into the air.

"Moon Moon Step?"

Vodka was stunned.

The last bullet was fired, and the Uzi automatically jammed.

The green smoke from the muzzle had not yet dissipated, and Makoto Sakaki had already landed steadily on the ground and wiped off the cold sweat.

"I was really scared to death."

"Don't do this next time, it's not good for your heart."

Gin lit a cigarette silently.

Vodka followed suit.

The two looked at the table, puffing on their cigarette holders, with a look of disillusionment.

"Do you know magic?"

Vodka suddenly asked in silence.

"What magic? This is the limit of the human body reached through scientific training!"

Sakaki Makoto corrected his dangerous remarks in time.

If he knew magic, wouldn't he be taken to a special organization for human dissection?

Look at Einstein.

"I'm just a little faster."

"Just a little faster than a bullet."

"It's incredible in your eyes, but to me, it's just intense exercise."

Sakaki Makoto picked up a pen and explained to the two the principle of his dodging bullets.

Gin and Vodka listened very carefully.

Especially after listening, they smoked more fiercely.

The secret of dodging bullets is to observe the moving trajectory of the bullet and then react in advance?

Can normal people's eyes catch up with bullets?

Brother, this is not a secret that is not to be passed on, I am afraid it is a lost secret!

Which great god has researched this secret!

It is not scientific at all!

But Gin and Vodka believed it this time.

They have to believe it, the facts are in front of them.

People often say that things are unpredictable, and it is true.

There is such a monster in front of them.

"Leave your phone number."

"I will contact you in the near future."

"In the organization, we all call each other by code names."

"My code name is GIN, and his is vodka."

After trying hard to accept the reality, Gin put away the form and formally agreed to Makoto Sakaki's joining.

Gin, Vodka?

Are they all wine names?

Sherry is my favorite.

While thinking this, Sakaki said, "Ah, I don't have a mobile phone, nor do I have an email address."

"Poor, can't afford it."

The sound is like a loud bell, and it is clear and confident.

Gin Vodka: "."

Gin took out his wallet and threw a stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi on the table.

"Take this money, buy a mobile phone, get a phone card, and call this number."

Vodka handed over his business card.

There is only a phone number on the white business card: 03-3501-7777

It's quite mysterious, like a joint with an underground organization.

Sakaki took the business card, picked up Fukuzawa Yukichi, and rubbed it in his hands, at least a dozen of them.

It's very bold to take action.

It is indeed a rich company.

In Japan, a mobile phone can be purchased for tens of thousands of yen, but the phone bill is very expensive.

For a few hundred thousand yen, you won’t have to worry about phone bills for at least a year.

Sakaki took Fukuzawa Yukichi into his arms very happily, stood up and planned to leave. This interview was a success, and he obviously received great attention from the company's upper management.

A gangster is a gangster, it doesn't matter whether it is a gangster or not if it can make money.

Anyway, I neither steal nor rob, and abide by the law.

If you really can't stand it, just use the mobile phone that the other party bought with money to secretly make an anonymous reporting call.

"By the way, what's my code name?"

Before leaving the house, Sakaki turned around and asked.

"You're not qualified enough to have a codename."

Vodka laughed sinisterly: "However, I believe you will have a code name soon."

"We have high hopes for you."

The electronic door opened again, and Sakaki followed the path back to the first floor of the research institute and found Nobuo Yoshino waiting for him.

"Hey! Sakaki Makoto!"

"How about it, have you been hired?"

Nobuo Yoshino looked forward to it, he was about to welcome his first little brother!

"Well, the interview went very well."

Sakaki nodded: "But the position doesn't seem to be security. They asked me to wait for a call."

"That's it." Nobuo Yoshino was a little disappointed, but he quickly cheered up: "It doesn't matter, as long as we are in the same company, we will be able to meet soon!"

Sakaki agreed with a smile. Just as he was about to go out, he saw a researcher in white with his hands in his pockets and short brown hair walking past behind the glass curtain wall.

For no reason, Sakaki's heart skipped a beat.

Although he didn't see the other person's face, the other person's back gave him a very familiar feeling.

Somehow, it seems that I have seen it somewhere.

"Yoshino, who is she?"