Conan’s Watch

It’s snowing.

Ming Yuan stood on the side of the road, looking at the snowflakes flying in the sky. Snowflakes, from heaven, white and flawless, fly wantonly in the air. But, eventually, they will land.

The snowflakes that fell to the ground were trampled on the soles of people’s feet, and the original white was dyed with a dirty color.

Luckily, the naughty children built into snowmen and laughed around it. Before melting, you can still see these children who are as pure and immaculate as it, such snowflakes, a lifetime should be perfect.

Some snowflakes were formed into snowballs, becoming weapons in the hands of naughty children, smashing heavily on other children, and perhaps before reaching their destination, they collided violently with oncoming snowballs and scattered on the ground.

Those snowflakes, perhaps once danced together in the air, may have had an unforgettable bond, but they have become snowballs, can only become weapons in the hands of others, and love and kill with the partners who once danced together.

The same snowflakes, from the same place, but with very different fates, just see who they fell into their hands.

People, why not? When it fell to the ground, it was all snowflakes flying in the air. He is like the snowflake that turned into a snowman, and although he has no parents, he has the love of Uncle Yusaku and Yukiko’s sister, and by the way, Shinichi.

What about Sharon, Ming Yuan did not know his past. However, Ming Yuan knew that she had become a snowball in the hands of others, perhaps as soon as she was born. When the snowball is stained with someone else’s blood, it is destined not to be white.

Now, he is also going to become a snowball, and the person holding this snowball is the FBI, of course, this person is not holding it very tightly, and the snowball can fall off at any time. Since they have all become snowballs, will there be a day when they hit each other fiercely, and then they are bruised all over their bodies.

On the streets, people in a hurry wrap their coats tightly to prevent mischievous snowflakes from flying into their necks; mischievous children chasing and playing among flying snowflakes; The quiet girl stretched out her tender hands, as if to catch the falling snowflakes.

Ming Yuan looked at this scene, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him, what Sharon meant, he didn’t understand, but still did what she said.

Ming Yuan knew that Sharon did not want him to participate in her step-by-step life, did not want Ming Yuan’s hands to be stained with blood, and most importantly, did not want Ming Yuan to be in danger.

But if the organization is dangerous, isn’t the FBI dangerous? Organizations will kill, but the FBI will not? In a sense, the FBI may be much more dangerous than the organization. After all, the FBI is a henchman of all underground forces.

In the future, isn’t it better to have an ordinary job than to join the FBI? In this way, it should be what Sharon wants to see.

Sharon must have done this for her reasons, and definitely because of herself. So, what else is there that you haven’t taken into account?

Ming Yuan walked step by step to the headquarters of the FBI, walking very slowly. The moment he stepped into the FBI, Ming Yuan had the illusion that he and Sharon were going to go farther and farther away.

“Mingyuan, you are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time.” The person who came was still James.

“Sorry, I was late.” Ming Yuan quickly apologized, he could have arrived on time, but I don’t know what’s wrong, his thoughts were very chaotic today, he thought more, and walked around the nearby park.

“It’s okay, Mingyuan, this is your certificate, you can come in by yourself in the future, you don’t need me to come down to pick you up.” James helped Ming Yuan drain the snow off his shoulders and gave Ming Yuan a small book.

Ming Yuan opened the small book, and there was a photo of Ming Yuan pasted on it, which was similar to the military card in his previous life, and there was nothing special. With him, Ming Yuan was free to enter the building opposite him.

James took Ming Yuan around this building, to be honest, there was nothing special, similar to ordinary administrative buildings, all of them were offices and conference rooms.

“Let’s go, it’s boring here, I’ll take you somewhere.” Without waiting for Ming Yuan to agree, James dragged Ming Yuan into the car.

The drive is about ten minutes, not far from the headquarters.

“Here it is?” Ming Yuan was surprised that there was such a place in this city center.

“This is where search officers train, and when there is no mission, they train here. There are not many search officers stationed in New York, and the place is a little smaller, but it is enough. James explained to Ming Yuan.

James put his index finger on the fingerprint sensor of the door, and the door opened automatically.

“Let’s go, let’s go inside. Go and record your fingerprints first, and later, you can also enter and exit freely. ”

………

The basement is where shooting training takes place, and as soon as Ming Yuan and James come in, a blonde beauty greets them.

“Hello, sir, you haven’t been here for a long time, who is this little handsome guy?”

“Introduction, Judy, this is Mr. Kudo Akito, our supernumerary. Ming Yuan, this is Judy Saint-Timilion, an excellent searcher. ”

Sure enough, as James said, there are relatively few people training here, and I have seen a few from a distance along the way, maybe too far away, and did not say hello. Except for James, the first person this beauty spoke up.

“Oh? You are the seething non-staff member these days. Hello, Mr. Kudo. Judy was curious about Ming Yuan, such a young guy, who looked much younger than himself, could actually get such a privilege.

“Hello, just call me Mingyuan, Judy Search Officer. Seeing so many guns, suddenly some hands itch, how about, let’s try it out? Ming Yuan knew what James had brought himself to the training base for, and seeing it with his own eyes was the most real, although he believed that Yusaku would not joke about such things.

“Just call me Judy, it’s a great honor to have a friendly match with you.” With that, Judy’s pistol was loaded.

Ming Yuan picked up a pistol at random, checked the bullet, and opened the safety.

50-meter target.

“Bang bang—” There was a burst of gunfire, and both men fired bullets at their targets.

“Compared to the last time I came over, Judy, you have made a lot of progress, but compared to Ming Yuan, you come and take a look.” James is responsible for counting rings.

Judy’s ring count is basically concentrated in 9 and 10 rings, but one shot hit 7 rings.

“No, that’s an exaggeration.” Judy looked at Ming Yuan’s target and was shocked.

On Mingyuan’s target, the number of rings is mostly 10 rings, only two shots are in 9 rings, and they are very close to 10 rings.

“How did you do it, it’s amazing.”

Judy only saw the results of the target, while James saw the process, so James was even more shocked than Judy.

When Ming Yuan just shot the gun, James saw it clearly. Ming Yuan shot after Judy, but finished before Judy. The two did not use the same gun, Judy fired 7 rounds, while Ming Yuan fired 8 shots.

More importantly, when Ming Yuan shoots, there is very little aiming time.

“Judy, I think you’re trying to exercise your wrist strength. When you just shot the gun, your wrist will slide upwards because of the recoil. If this upward amplitude is a little bit, your marksmanship should be one step closer. Ming Yuan directly pointed out Judy’s shortcomings.

In fact, Ming Yuan just didn’t want to be too shocking. In his previous life, after entering the army, he developed a great interest in guns.

At that time, the Type 92 semi-automatic pistol was used, a 50-meter fixed target, which allowed all bullets to penetrate the bullseye, 7 rounds, and a bullet hole. 50 meters of moving target, each bullet can hit 10 rings, but not a single bullet hole.

“Sniper rifle, do you want to try it?” What James had actually wanted to see was Ming Yuan’s use of rifles. The pistol has a short range, as long as it hits any part of the body, it can make the opponent lose the ability to move for a period of time, so the pistol, as long as it can hit people, does not need to be killed.

Rifles are different, they have a long range and are usually killed with one hit. Snipers are a very scarce talent in the FBI.

“600 yards, eyebrows”

“Bang-“, right on target.

“700 yards, throat”

“Bang-“, hit the target again.

“750 yards, temples”

“Bang-” hit the target, although the target died, but not hit the temple, slightly deflected, but not in the way.

“Snap—” James applauded. “It’s amazing, do you want to try 800 yards?”

“Still don’t want it, 750 yards is already my limit.”

Limit? Of course, it’s not the limit, in the previous life, I could hit 1000 yards, and I was a sniper in the squad. Of course, the sniper rifle used in the past life was better than the current one, but 750 yards is definitely not the limit.