Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Chapter 409 408, Gin: I don’t eat garbage

Sano first said hello to Amuro Tohru, and without waiting for the other party's response, he pointed to the peripheral member next to him and asked: "Can you please give him to me?"

"……ha?"

After being stunned for a brief moment, big question marks appeared on Toru Amuro's faces.

"I received a commission, and the content is to remove his head, so can you please hand him over to me?"

Sano repeated it again and explained the reason in more detail.

The politeness and honesty in his words caused the brains of several people in Amuro Toru to shut down for a while.

This guy...is he really mentally ill!?

What is the difference between saying this and asking someone, "Hello, I want to kill you, can you let me kill you?"

...To be honest, at first glance, Toru Amuro thought the man in front of him was very "gentle".

But if you think about it carefully, such a person has the same feeling as a person reading leisurely on the battlefield. It is a kind of indifference that everything is under control, and it is also an absolute confidence in one's own strength, or it can

Call it arrogance.

Sano, on the other hand, had nothing to do with anything and remained silent.

In this regard, Chianti said that her good teammate Cohen was pointing a sniper rifle at the opponent's head in an attempt to temporarily calm down the situation and retreat first.

Toru Amuro took a deep breath: "Let's do this. I'll give you double the amount of money that person gave you, and let him live. How about pretending that he didn't accept this commission?"

"First, I don't know. Second, even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."

But it doesn't matter, Sano can't be completely considered an adult anyway.

It's better to just stay quiet.

"By the way, there are also chocolates. I bought them when I was on field duty two days ago. I wanted to come back and give them to my elder brother, but I forgot them. I just remembered them."

Sano shrugged.

However, halfway through the words, Vodka stopped talking, silently opened the bag, stuck his head in, and finally took out a handful of empty wrapping paper.

Vodka: "..."

If the vodka didn't lie, he bought it a few days ago and wanted to give it to Sano.

If you are angry at a small family, you will be angry at a small family.

Looking at the packaging, it seems quite expensive.

It was simply refreshing Amuro Toru's outlook on life.

Vodka reached into the car again, took out the bag Sano placed next to the gear lever, and handed it to Gin in a flattering manner: "They are all the most expensive ones."

Sano stopped talking nonsense and nodded to confirm before planning to leave. Seeing this, Toru Amuro quickly asked the last question: "Then what is your code name?"

But Sano didn't reply.

What, why didn’t you do this in Tohru Amuro’s car before? Is this a double standard?

First, he greeted Toru Amuro, and then asked if he could pay someone.

"Beep!"

Especially since I just ate the other person's chocolate.

Not caring about Mao Lilan at all made her sad, blah blah blah.

Of course, this is for a group of people on the rooftop of this building in Chianti.

"Um."

Vodka asked Gin for his opinion.

The two casually chatted about a topic, each eating chocolate, and the wrapping paper fell one after another until Gin returned to the car.

At night, Sano and Vodka were sitting alone on the Porsche 356A with the doors wide open on both sides.

Well, very reasonable.

Toru Amuro watched Sano's actions from the side and asked again: "Can I ask who wants to kill him and why."

After Mao Lilan collapsed and was taken to the hospital that day, she soon woke up and went home to recuperate. Sano has indeed not visited her until now.

Only then did Vodka realize that the floor mat of the passenger seat where Sano was sitting was very clean.

"……chocolate?"

"Then how about eating some chocolate and maybe your mood will get better?"

...Does this father and son have a bad relationship? Why do they call each other so unfamiliar?

"Of course, you can also choose to entrust me to find that person or even kill him. To thank you for your cooperation, I can give you a 10% discount."

"Oh, don't be so nervous. I know that you two are both the top snipers in the winery. Of course, the two I brought are not bad either. They are both from the team. It's a competition between masters.

, shouldn’t it be something that is very exciting, very exciting, and very interesting?”

After tearing open the package, Sano threw a piece of chocolate into his mouth and shared a piece with the vodka.

It’s actually rubbish??

A few minutes later, the vodka came running back.

Gin didn't respond, just looked at the chocolate wrappers on the driver's floor mat.

Sano raised his eyebrows in confusion.

At the same time, on the rooftop of a building.

If you are in a good mood, you will have more qualities; if you are in a bad mood, you will have no qualities.

"Maybe another case happened."

Sano gave him a step, and Vodka immediately pulled out a bag of chocolates from under the back seat.

Most likely Gin will make the trip himself?

Chianti unconsciously thought of another person in the organization... a sniper.

"Brother?"

Generation Rye?

Vodka was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Sano was talking about his father.

Toru Amuro, who had already roughly understood the situation, was silent for a few seconds, and then asked: "What would you do if I said I didn't want to hand over and even protected him?"

Vodka suggested nervously.

Although he may not be investigated, and even if he is investigated, it may not necessarily happen just because of his hair color, but after all, sitting in the back row is Gin who is as stable as an old dog.

"...Someone commissioned you to kill him?"

...What a strange guy.

After letting go of his hand, Sano took a photo of the peripheral members who fell to the ground and stared dead.

The car continued to move forward, and soon Sano was dumped in a building.

Vodka swallowed the chocolate in his mouth, and said hello to Gin with a stiff throat.

There are two types of people Sano hates most in the world.

If it doesn't work, double standards will be double standards.

I looked up and saw a lot of police cars parked in front of me.

Then I blew the dust again and then put it back again.

...It is actually more polite to say "shake". From the perspective of vodka, perhaps it should be called "pinching" or even "pinching".

"How can this be garbage? These are the best chocolates, brother, if you don't believe me..."

Sano paused for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth and changed direction.

"Black Cat."

It's just that Mao Lilan regarded Sano as a good friend and a good senior, but when he got sick, he didn't even look at him or ask.

The facial features can be covered by a passerby's hat, but the color of the hair still needs to be covered with a hood.

From what I just said, he must still be a killer?

Ability and identity, both are extremely dangerous existences.

"It's okay, brother. I said there will be a parade here tomorrow, so I came over in advance to make arrangements to facilitate order control..."

Before the peripheral member could react, a big hand was already pressed against his throat.

So, is there anything wrong with Mao Lilan? Does it still need to be seen?

Eight hundred years ago, when this girl first woke up, she called Sano.

As a stronger sniper than Akai Shuichi, although he doesn't seem to like using sniping methods very much, if that guy comes over.

He didn't dare to move at all.

After licking his lips, Vodka laughed dryly and said: "Because the eldest brother said that it is your private matter. If you can, try not to mention it, so..."

"Varied……"

The whole person jumped into the air and was pressed on the carriage of the pickup truck, with his palms folded hard.

The next two waves indirectly or directly confirmed the ferocity and power of this foreign man.

At this moment, vodka feels like fate is being strangled by the back of its neck.

Bad stuff.

The corner of Vodka's mouth twitched unconsciously and his eyes widened... Although covered by sunglasses, he still stiffened his neck and looked back at Sano in the car.

Sano's actions not only caused Vodka to give "trash" to Gin, but also made his previous littering behavior even more conspicuous.

After twitching his lips, Toru Amuro pretended to be calm and asked: "Are you a killer?"

Sano picked his fingers out of boredom. Although Vodka next to him wanted to open up the topic, he was unsure of what to do. As the saying goes, the more you do, the more likely you are to make a mistake.

Sano, who had already walked a few meters away, paused, turned around, and gave the answer.

Sano was looking for a topic, and when the topic was mentioned, he remembered that incident.

But it's okay that Vodka doesn't look at Sano. He looks at it now.

Sano nodded slightly to express understanding, but the next second he received a text message.

"I can understand that you want to use Gin-sama to suppress me, Kagome?"

"Big, big pot...ahem!"

...Sano said that his qualities change with his mood.

It should be easy to do, right?

However, this task is of relatively high importance and must be taken over by cadre members.

"I'll clean it up right away!"

"Let me see."

Why should the chocolates for myself be put in the same bag as the chocolates for Gin?

Outside the car, Gin stared at the bag of vodka in his hand for a long time.

...This killer is obviously very cruel, but also extremely polite?

The kind of person who can't be more careful about his writing.

Gin didn't say anything, just raised his chin. Vodka, as a considerate person, immediately understood, unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car and ran over.

Sano in the car shot a row of dots...not because Vodka seemed to have forgotten his performance when he saw Gin, but because he didn't understand it.

Toru Amuro was stunned again and said in surprise: "Are you a professional killer?"

It's simply a piece of shit.

After taking back the phone, Vodka suddenly stepped on the brakes.

The other party also brought two snipers, who were currently aiming at Chianti's head.

Sano put his hand on the back of Vodka's neck, which was as stiff as a stone: "I heard from Gin-sama that you already knew...about the first generation of rye?"

"Why?"

It's okay to eat all the chocolate, but why are you acting so polite at this time?

As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.

But Gin didn't have the time or mood to pay attention to vodka.

As he said that, Vodka reached into his bag to dig out, intending to let Gin see his "effort" with his own eyes.

Behind the scenes, the situation is actually undercurrent.

Toru Amuro looked at Sano, whose eyes were calm. After confirming that he could no longer change his mind, he nodded: "Okay, I understand. This is his personal matter. You can just resolve it among yourself."

"Don't look at me. I didn't know there was Gin-sama's share in it. You took it quickly and I didn't have time to tell you. You can't blame me."

I didn't ask Sano to follow either, so I waited outside.

This is what Sano is best at.

Looking at the middle-aged man hiding among the men in black with a sneer on his face, Chianti twitched the corner of his mouth and did not reply, but he was very angry in his heart.

Sano still didn't bother to pay attention to this, and blocked him immediately.

Sano took back his cell phone and looked at Toru Amuro: "Not paying attention and not disclosing the client's privacy are also the professional qualities a killer should have."

"I don't have the habit of eating garbage."

After looking around, Sano originally planned to go directly to the sniper duo.

"Cohen and Chianti are in some trouble. You can go and provide support later."

As he spoke, Sano's palms changed from cupping to cupping.

He stared at Vodka until he couldn't even smile, so he said coldly.

Sano said lazily, but picked up the hood of his sweater.

Nothing else, just asking Sano why he didn't go see Mao Lilan.

In fact, as snipers, the sniper duo rarely does such tasks that require direct confrontation. Most of the time, they only snipe and assassinate from a distance.

If Chianti doesn't want flowers to bloom in its head, then Cohen must not let its head bloom.

Sano didn't want to be talked about.

Whichever side's snipers take the lead will win.

Sano smacked his lips. The lollipops in his pocket were indeed a bit tired of eating. He changed the flavors in time and they seemed to be pretty good.

"Kill you."

Vodka quickly shook his head and waved his hands, explaining: "No, those chocolates you gave me before have been eaten by...my boss and I. I just bought them two days ago, and I also bought one for you. I just want to think about it now."

stand up."

Gin opened his mouth and issued a mission that couldn't be completely regarded as a mission.

"That's right."

"Yeah."

As a result, the other party said that Chianti was not the only one who brought snipers.

...This kind of situation where you can only place your hopes on others and wait for the results yourself is really unpleasant. Speaking of which, Cohen should have contacted Gin, right? I don’t know what reinforcements are.

It will come when the time comes, and who will come for reinforcements, and who will they be?

"Yeah."

Seeing this, Vodka could only silently climb into the car, start the car and step on the accelerator.

Chianti is confronting a group of men in black.

The situation has become tense.

It also depends on the respective performances of Cohen and the two enemy snipers.

After saying "drive" in a cold voice, he got into the back seat of the car.

Sano responded calmly: "Of course, I never accept commissions privately. If you need it, just go to the platform and directly specify the target of the commission."

Just like that, the topic that Sano originally raised was in the past.

...what a god-like professional ethics.

One is a person with double standards, and the other is a person who won't let Sano double standards.

Toru Amuro narrowed his eyes thoughtfully: "What kind of commissions do you accept?"

"Um."

Sano shook his head and rejected: "I have already accepted this task, so it must be completed. This has nothing to do with money, it is just a matter of professional ethics."

"...The content of the commission is that he only needs to die, and there are no other requirements."

...but at least don’t put the wrapping paper in the bag again!

But even with such a dangerous existence, he spoke very...kindly.

The two exchanged a few words as if chatting.

So it was left in the hands of the Chianti duo.

Well, take things given by others and give them to others.

…

I will look for opportunities to get the place back in the future.

"Um……"

"platform?"

But the other party didn't seem ready to sit still and wait for death.

But he didn't expect that Dahei, who had been following him above, suddenly let out a cry.

They came up with about ten people and blocked Chianti directly.

Chianti and this group of people will not act rashly. What will be the final result?

I never expected that vodka would change the subject like this, and...

What's wrong with being reasonable, loving cleanliness, and not littering?

You don’t know how to read and don’t even know what to ask?

Let’s not talk about which two evil spirits were responsible for that night. I forgot about the two Sano ones.

Sano answered simply: "Anyone who prevents me from completing my mission is an enemy."

As for Gin, I didn't know what to do after entering the stronghold.

But the cadres and members of the organization have no time to spare.

Suddenly, the walkie-talkie in the man's hand rang, and then a cold voice came out: "This is No. 1. The target has been found, but the target has also found me. No. 2, cooperate with me to deal with him."

Hearing this, Vodka was stunned and suddenly became anxious.

Originally, Conan sent a text message to Sano the next day, probably because he had recovered his nerves, asking him to go see Mao Lilan when he had time.

"Brother Jia, I will be very sad if you do this. I regard you as the colleague with the best affection in the entire organization, but you hide something from me, and even now use Lord Gin to suppress me. I'm really good.

sad."

Now I simply "accused" Sano directly.

According to normal procedures, Chianti should silence the other party after the transaction is completed.

Vodka's face instantly fell into tears, and he turned around to explain to Gin.

"Yes."

Faced with Sano's whisper, which was close to his face, Vodka broke out in a cold sweat.

Gin still didn't say anything, and just glanced at Sano through the rearview mirror.

After more than a dozen text messages back and forth, the young man became angry.

From a certain plague god.

"Where did the chocolate come from in this car... Could it be that I haven't finished the chocolate I gave you before? It must have gone bad and cannot be eaten. Do you still keep it?"

That makes Sano's behavior just now seem a bit petty.

Vodka quickly took out the foot pad and shook it wildly.

The man tilted his head and became silent.

Sano shrugged innocently and said so.

"As long as the money is available, you can make the whole of Tokyo a dead city."

"Gago."

Upon hearing this, Chianti's heart suddenly "thumped".

The middle-aged man grinned and pressed the intercom: "No. 2, do you hear me?"

After a few seconds of silence, a chuckle came from the intercom.

"Moses Moses, this is No. 2. No. 2 has also found the target and can kill it at any time."

(End of chapter)