Conan: Someone is always trying to murder me

A few minutes ago, on the other side of the street, in a black Porsche 356A with the license plate number "Shinjuku 54 み43-68", Gin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at his younger brother Vodka and let him start. My own car.

In fact, it’s no wonder that Belmod occasionally gets upset when looking at vodka. You must know that this Porsche 356A model is so high-profile, it is completely unsuitable for the profession of killer. After all, this antique car really attracts so much attention.

However, no matter how high-profile he is, and he has not changed the license plate after using it for so long, Gin always drives the same car when he is on a mission. He is not afraid of others trying to follow the clues of his car and still uses this Porsche 356A in its own way. .

This shows that Gin really likes his antique car!

As we all know, a car is a man's second wife. Well, according to Gin's situation, it is estimated that this car may be his only wife, so Vodka can ride Gin's wife at any time... Ahem, he’s a man with antique cars~~

Well, it’s just that she is very favored anyway. If it were Belmod, Gin would not let her model the steering wheel of her car at all!

Not everyone can gain his trust. Even this car has only been used by a few people, and among them is the woman that Gin is obsessed with...

Ah~Shirley!

Thinking of the other purpose of his trip, Gin Jiu couldn't help but feel a slight coldness at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't expect that woman to be able to endure the loneliness. He thought she would call secretly to listen to the gentle voice of the sister he shot to death to relieve her inner loneliness, so he was here. After learning about the existence of this safe house two days ago, I rushed here immediately in order to find clues about the rebellious kitten who "ran away from home".

That she might fall into everlasting rest!

Unfortunately, I achieved nothing today for both purposes...

Let me give you some time to survive! I will slowly find a guillotine suitable for you, a traitor, to be sent to hell, so that you can be hunted like a deer, chased by terror, and then appear under my gun!

With wanton and arrogant murderous intent filling his head, Gin narrowed his cold dark green eyes, turned his head slightly, and looked through the car window indifferently...

The streets and houses outside the car window are immersed in a thin curtain of rain. The light projected by the neon signs is blurred into a ball under the cover of the rain. Pedestrians holding umbrellas and businessmen in suits holding briefcases to protect themselves from the rain are blurred in the slightly blurry sky. Running in the light, the leather boots collided with the concrete floor, breaking up the rainwater and letting it flow into the sewer next to it.

The ants are so busy... However, Akai and Shirley must be hiding in this blurry rainy night!

Or, they have already been in contact, but that woman should not be a tainted witness, no, absolutely not!

Chianti was right, though, it was a night worth killing.

"Ling ring ring~"

A quick sound interrupted Gin's thoughts, causing him to frown politely and turn his head to look at the source of the sound.

That's Vodka's cell phone ringing......

"Gulu!"

Vodka swallowed involuntarily and quickly gave his elder brother an apologetic look. Then he controlled the steering wheel with one hand and took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket with one hand.

"Hey, it's my vodka!"

Glancing down at the caller ID, Vodka immediately answered the call.

"Mr. Vodka, please, please, please come and save us quickly, da da! We are outside the skyscraper..."

As soon as the call was connected, Vodka heard noisy gunshots and anxious and frightened calls for help from the other side.

"Ah!? What happened!?"

Vodka was startled, his expression changed, and he asked quickly.

"We were attacked by unknown forces. Several brothers have died now. The other party was not the FBI, but another organization, a terrorist organization. We killed one of them, and they had a Siamese cat badge on their chest. Yes, Siamese cats, it’s them, da da da~~ahhh!”

The peripheral members of the organization spoke in a messy and incoherent manner, but Vodka could still understand what he was saying. His face became more and more ugly and solemn. Just as he was about to speak, a series of submachine gun shots suddenly came from the opposite side, followed by That member screamed.

"Hey, hey!"

Vodka shouted several times quickly.

"Dududu~~"

Unfortunately, the last thing that came from the phone was a "beep" busy tone.

"Damn it!"

While driving, Vodka was so angry that he wanted to throw away his phone, but when he noticed the cold and stern gaze directed at him by his elder brother, he quickly stopped what he was doing and looked at Gin with an awkward and awkward expression.

"Vodka, as a killer, being calm in the face of trouble is an important reason why we are still alive."

Glancing at Vodka lightly, Gin warned in a cold tone, and then asked lightly:

"Tell me, what happened?"

"I understand, brother! That's it. Didn't you tell me to send a few peripheral members of the organization to go to the Twin Towers skyscraper in Nishitama City in advance to install bombs in the main computer room there..."

"Tell the important point!"

Hearing Vodka's chatter, Gin's eyes flashed with helplessness and he scolded coldly.

"Oh, the members who were on the mission just now called for help. They were attacked there. The other party should be the organization called Siamese Cat that disappeared ten years ago. The members of the organization are now dead and injured..."

Vodka nodded repeatedly, looked at Gin, and explained in a scorched voice.

He completely forgot that he was driving now...

"... Drive well and give me the phone."

Gin's dark green pupils shrank, and then he said coldly.

As he warned Vodka himself, he did not lose his composure when he heard the news, but just signaled Vodka to throw the phone over.

Although he was calm, Gin always had a bad premonition in his heart about this organization that suddenly appeared and the inexplicable gun war. He always felt that things should not be that simple.

However, no matter who it is, there is only one price for attacking the organization, waiting for the call of the god of death in fear!

Gin took the contact number from Vodka, and a hideous smile flashed across his face. The murderous intent that was already about to be suppressed completely spread out from his body, scaring Vodka to drive a few dozen yards faster.

And...

Perhaps this is related to the mysterious disappearance of Yuan Jiaming, the traitor...

The sixth sense that was quite sharp in the past, and the sensitive sense of smell for traitors, reacted in an instant. Gin's pale fingers pressed the buttons of the mobile phone and called Cohen directly.

If he only took Vodka with him, even if he caught up, he might have to distract himself to take care of him...

And what role can two snipers with superb marksmanship play in a gunfight? Gin, who is also competent for the position of sniper, naturally knows this very well.

Compared with Chianti, Cohen, her partner who always fights side by side with her and a member of the organization who has participated in many assassinations, is very obedient to Gin's arrangements.