Conan’s Corpse Picker

Jiang Xia lowered his head and sent a message to Matsuda Jinpei, sending him the meeting place that Ginjiu just mentioned.

For today's interview, in addition to the blood pack, he also prepared some other things for the vest, such as a mobile phone for easy communication.

Although accompanied by the threat of "killing if he fails to pass", it seems that "Xi Tu", who has rich life experience, has passed the dangerous stage of being shot in the head by a sniper rifle and successfully entered the interview room... And not only He knew why. It was clearly unplanned, but Gin didn't show much resistance to him recruiting a subordinate. He seemed to be lucky.

Jiang Xia was in a good mood and felt that victory was in sight.

…

The black vehicle originally parked on the bridge did not drive away immediately.

Gin let the car stop on the bridge temporarily.

After "Xitu" in the coffee shop far away finished reading his phone, picked up his briefcase and paid the bill and went out, Vodka stepped on the accelerator at Gin's signal and slowly followed.

…

The two parties were separated by a certain distance and arrived at the green subway bridge that they had agreed on before.

The river dozens of meters wide flows gurglingly.

Matsuda Jinpei stopped the car, stepped on the weeds half a meter high under his feet, and lamented that this was actually not a good place to hide the body. It would be easily noticed along the railway line. At the same time, he pushed Jiang Xia's low-profile motorcycle to a corner and hid it to avoid being photographed by any boring reporters passing by.

Then he turned around and saw the black car slowly approaching.

You don't need to confirm Matsuda Jinpei to know that this is the interview car Jiang Xia mentioned - the strong and fragrant smell of alcohol can be smelled from a long distance away.

…

Jiang Xia rested his elbows on the backs of the driver's and passenger's seats respectively and looked forward from the gap in the middle. However, Matsuda Jinpei could not be found where the puppet's aura was coming from.

After pausing for a moment, he randomly picked up a lucky ghost and borrowed its eyesight. After looking carefully, he finally saw half of the dark clothes exposed behind the wide cement pillar.

"..." The organization likes black, and it doesn't seem to be all for the sake of style. The concealment of this kind of clothes is really good, especially on Matsuda Jinpei. It's a pity that this function is difficult to work on people like Belmode Amuro Toru Gin, whose hair color is too light...

Jiang Xia found another advantage in his vest.

At the same time, he looked at Vodka who was about to get out of the car and prepare to search the newcomers, and casually reported: "By the way, Kurosawa..." Just as he spoke, a cold look came from the front row, accompanied by a strong smell of alcohol. murderous look.

Jiang Xia was torn between "murderous intent" and "massive assassination list in the future". He waited for the ghosts to pounce on him and pick up some new murderous intent, and then changed the name of his vest: "Ahem, Xitu, he has a little bomb on him. , but it is not used for attacks, it is just convenient for killing the enemy or silencing yourself when necessary - if you search and see it, don't move it, otherwise it may explode if you touch it by mistake."

"..." As soon as Vodka stepped out of the car, he suddenly stopped in place.

He kept his still posture stiff for a moment, then turned to look at Gin. His resolute facial lines were as cold and hard as ever, but he silently shouted in his heart: Brother! ! !

Jiang Xia originally thought there was going to be another wave of wine-smelling murderous intent.

But it didn't.

…

Gin was thinking of his busy work on weekdays.

A considerable number of the people he executed were on the hit list because their identities were exposed, or they were about to be arrested, or violated the organization's principle of secrecy.

Gin thought, if these people could carry some bombs with them like Xitu, and use a switch to solve the problem when necessary, things would be much simpler... Tsk, it's a pity that not many people have this kind of consciousness anymore. And based on the usual carelessness of those people, Gin felt that even if they were willing to blow themselves up when necessary, the losses caused by accidental bomb strikes might be enough to offset the cost of assassination.

In short, Uzo's way of controlling his subordinates can only be admired, but difficult to copy.

However, it is one thing to be dedicated to Xitu, and another matter whether it is dangerous or not.

In a vehicle with a small space, of course, he cannot be allowed to bring a bomb up - although Gin made an appointment to meet at the riverside green space and threatened to bury Xitu here, he actually only valued the open terrain and convenience here. Observe whether there are any tails of unknown status hanging around Xitu.

But at the same time, this kind of open-air environment is easy for others to observe from a distance, so Gin originally planned to pick up people and take them to a more suitable place, such as a factory with snipers on standby in the distance. Moreover, how could the organization handle the corpses in such a rough manner like ordinary prisoners "burying them everywhere"? Compared to the riverside, of course that factory is more suitable.

…

Under Vodka's gaze full of desire for survival, Gin looked at Jiang Xia: "Let him remove all the bombs on his body. Hand over other weapons as well."

"Okay." Jiang Xia put down the car window, stuck his head out, and waved his hand towards Matsuda Jinpei behind the bridge. Although there was interference from the sound of water, his voice could still be heard in the silent night, "Defuse the bomb. There is no need for it for the time being, we now have a more professional funeral expert - the weapons should also be given to Vodka first, that is, the big senior who is walking towards you."

Matsuda Jinpei nodded and unbuttoned his coat. After a while, he removed a bunch of bits and pieces of bombs from his body and handed them to vodka.

Vodka glanced at it and saw the specific weight and the shape that made it easy to throw, and the corners of his eyes twitched. This is obviously far from what Uzo said just now, "He didn't bring the bomb for attacks."

For a moment, Vodka wanted to grab the pile of things and throw them into the river, as far away as possible. It would be best to throw Uzo in with him.

...But thinking about it rationally, I am an organizational cadre after all. Even if Uzo was plotting his position, he would not do such a thing as "let his newly picked subordinates die with vodka in front of him".

Well, the identity of "Vodka" as a cadre of the organization may not be able to suppress Uzo, but one thing is certain: this kind of simple and crude assassination is definitely not in line with Uzo's aesthetics. In other words, you are safe now.

Thinking like this, Vodka straightened his back and displayed the dignity that a senior cadre should have.

He calmly took the pile of bombs and sealed them in a box. He planned to throw them into the grass temporarily and let others come over to deal with them later. He also took the motorcycle with the number plate removed that Xitu rode over. .

For some reason, Vodka always felt that Gin seemed to appreciate the newcomer brought over by Uzo...and if this person passed the interview, his expensive-looking bombs and motorcycle would probably have to be returned. In Uzo's hands.