Conan: I’m really not Tokyo Monster Story

Anyway, in Sano's opinion, the organization's judgment mechanism should be relatively close to the courts of free countries in the West.

Of course, the more important reason is that this matter is really not that big.

As Gin said, Numabuchi Kiichiro is only a quasi-peripheral member after all, and he doesn’t know much. Especially judging from the current situation, this guy seems to have suffered too much torture in that experimental base. After escaping, He was hunted down a lot, so much so that... he had some mental problems.

So even though it was now very easy to determine where Kiichiro Numabuchiro was, Gin didn't make any unnecessary moves, probably because he didn't intend to care about it anymore.

"This is your mission today."

Gin changed hands and threw two more document bags to Sano.

This also made Sano want to complain even more. You said that you had even arranged the mission information. Why did you have to organize it just now? You were just pretending.

...just go through the process?

"yes."

Sano accepted the document. He did not calculate it carefully, but he roughly estimated that it should be close to the mission requirements of the thirty organizational tasks. Try to get it done today.

However, just as Sano was about to say hello to Gin and leave, a tightly wrapped guy covered in black suddenly walked out from the other end of the alley.

Seeing Sano and Gin, the man also stopped and was obviously stunned for a moment.

"What the hell, you can bump into people even on this broken road."

Sano vaguely heard the other party mutter cursing: "Forget it, just treat it as extra money."

Cold light flashed, and a butterfly knife appeared in the man's hand.

"Robbery, hand over all the valuables on you!"

...Good guy, did the kid rob the King of Hell? ?

Gin glanced at the man indifferently, and then looked at Sano. Originally, he wanted to see if the other person had any intention of taking action. If not, he would handle it himself.

Unexpectedly, Sano didn't look at Gin at all, and just asked curiously: "No, brother, there are two of us. Isn't it too arrogant for you to dare to rob by yourself?"

"You know shit."

The man snorted coldly: "This is what makes a skilled artist bold, watch out!"

Are talented people bold?

Doesn’t this make people addicted to food?

Something doesn't seem right. Should the lamp be burned in the toilet, or should the old man eat arsenic?

Under Sano's interested eyes and Gin's expressionless gaze, the butterfly knife in the man's hand began to fly, spinning and jumping in his hand and closing... Well, in short, it was very gorgeous.

The sword flashed in all directions, which was very exciting. It didn't even cut my hand, but it was still quite capable.

As the man stopped his performance and took back the knife, Sano immediately clapped his hands in unison: "Oh, oh, oh, that's awesome. It's so awesome."

"That is!"

Although he didn't understand everything Sano said, the man could probably tell that Sano was praising him.

So the man immediately raised his chin with a proud look on his face, but the next second he felt something was wrong. He coughed awkwardly and pointed the knife at Sano.

"Be serious, think of this as a vaudeville show or robbery!"

"Hey, the situation has become smaller. I just feel sympathy for you."

Sano smiled and said: "Actually, I have also studied swordsmanship, so I can be considered a fellow-minded person with you."

"oh?"

Upon hearing this, the man immediately laughed again: "Do you mean you want to compete with me?"

Sano chuckled lightly, pressed down his hat, and touched his waist with his right hand: "The sword skills I learned were created by me. They are mainly a combination of Neon's famous ancient battlefield killing techniques, Iai Draw Sword, and modern sword techniques. A completely new existence of a new genre in the West.”

Listening to Sano's description, the man opposite him instantly became nervous.

...Well, actually, he didn't understand what Sano was talking about at all. He was just a butterfly knife player, so he didn't know anything about swordsmanship or swordsmanship.

I have heard of drawing a sword to chop.

Anyway, Sano's words sounded very impressive at least.

I'm afraid we're going to encounter some tough problems tonight, so we need to be careful.

Looking at the guy on the opposite side who was waiting for him, Sano narrowed his eyes: "I named this move..."

“American Iai!”

Sano pulled out his hand in an instant, and just as the dark muzzle of the gun came into view, he was already shot in the chest.

The man stared blankly, and stood motionless for two seconds. He slowly lowered his gaze, glanced at his chest, and then said with difficulty and disbelief: "...You damn... ...actually carried out a sneak attack..."

In response to this, Sano smiled disdainfully: "Sir, times have changed a long time ago. Who still plays with knives these days? If you want to learn, I can't teach you. No, watch it. I I’ll show you again.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Sano started to pull the trigger crazily, emptying all the remaining bullets in the shuttle and hitting the opponent.

Every bullet dropped would cause the man's body to tremble.

Finally, with the sound of Sano's pistol firing, the man fell to the ground with a "plop".

There was no sound.

"call!"

Sano stood up straight, blew lightly on the gun smoke that was not present at the muzzle, and said: "American Iai, ten shots per second, you deserve it."

"Oh, I forgot that you can't learn now either."

As Sano muttered to himself, Vodka, who was squatting outside and heard the gunfire, hurried into the alley.

"Brother!?"

Vodka looked at Sano who was holding a gun and Gin who had his hands in his pockets, and finally noticed someone lying not far away.

...I thought it was because the two of them had broken up, and my eldest brother took action against Sano.

Vodka let go of the gun with a rather complicated mood.

"Are you taking your medicine on time?"

Gin didn't look at his pony, but suddenly asked.

Sano was confused for two seconds, and then realized that the other party was probably talking to him, and he became even more confused.

Take medicine?

What medicine should I take?

Who wants to take medicine... Oh ~ I have to take medicine myself.

Although Sano is currently out of the hospital, there is still no shortage of medicines that should be prescribed.

Of course, Sano wouldn't eat that stuff.

Of course, externally speaking, it must have been eaten.

So Sano looked away without hesitation and nodded: "Yes, I always eat on time."

Gin: "..."

Judging from the boy's current performance and his pause just now, it is indeed true that he has not eaten.

Tsk, he was discharged from the hospital using special means, but he didn't take his medicine on time... Is this the reason why this guy forgot the photo of Kiichiro Numabuchi that he once sent to him?

Gin felt like he had discovered the key point.

No wonder, no wonder.

It's just that this problem still hasn't been solved.

There was no way he could stare at Sano every day and watch him swallow every pill.

This is not realistic either.

... Seeing Gin looking straight at him without saying anything, Sano blinked a little guiltily.

"What, if there is nothing else, I will withdraw first?"

Gin still didn't say anything, so Sano took him as his acquiescence and quickly ran away.

Then Sano was busy until midnight, and then went to provide auxiliary training for the special attack team. At the same time, he also handed out a copy of the plan he came up with when he was in Osaka.

Sano named it, "Everywhere Access Plan"!

The main purpose of this plan is to solve the livelihood problem of the members of Black Death.

"……Set up a company?"

When the yellow-haired bad guy saw the plan for the first time, he asked with surprise and joy: "Boss, no, not the president, not the president, but the quasi-president, are we finally going to attack the Yakuza world!? "

"Attack you big-headed devil, Attack, why don't you change your name to Allen."

Sano slapped the other person on the head: "If you don't want trouble, you are asking for trouble yourself. Are you afraid that those who are staring at us will not talk down to us?"