How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

Xin Haikong retracted his gaze in time, and casually supported Ajibu, who was leaning against the wall and was about to fall down.

He didn't dare to stare at Shuichi Akai for too long, this guy's acuity should not be underestimated.

The purpose of everyone present is to get this medicine, only his purpose is different.

—He wants to destroy the medicine.

Auction is just one of the methods. Even if he doesn't spend money to bid, he still has countless ways to destroy this medicine.

Under the circumstance that you can save some money for the organization, it is better to save as much as possible. It is not easy for the organization to get some funds.

If there is no money to spend in the future, he will be asked to do tasks to make money.

Today, medicines are sealed in display cabinets surrounded by tempered glass, which are very tightly protected.

This kind of tempered glass bullet cannot be penetrated, and it is too ugly to shoot directly with a rocket launcher.

The guests at the scene are all prominent figures in the political and business circles of Japan. If something happens to someone during the process, the organization will lose more than the gain.

But the medicine cannot be kept in the display cabinet all the time, and the time will naturally come after the auction is over.

Xin Haikong looked towards the gate in the dim light.

Just after the waiter came in, the door there was gently pushed open again.

"There are disgusting mice."

A smile appeared on his face covered in the mask, and he raised his hand to caress the back of his ear inadvertently. There was a black ear clip hanging there, which was not exposed under the cover of slightly long black short hair.

Bidding is immediate.

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Conan stared solemnly at the rapidly rising red numbers on the big screen.

In order to stimulate consumption, the person in charge of this reception shrewdly put the highest price of the real-time auction on the big screen.

The highest price will always be marked in red. Once a new price replaces the original highest price, the original highest price will turn into green and be pushed below.

This also caused everyone to stare at the big screen with red faces and raise the price a little bit.

The higher the numbers, the more competition is aroused.

Even in the later stage, the brains blinded by the simple-operated bidders and impacted by digital competition lost their normal thinking ability. Some people have simply turned this bidding into a game of bigger numbers than anyone else.

The concept of money is weakened a little bit, and the prices given are a little bit outrageous.

Conan actually had doubts about the medicine on the stage, which was different from the medicine he had seen before.

But Okiya Subaru wouldn't lie to him about such a thing.

Last night, Yuanzi took Xiaolan to the mall, and Conan was forced to accompany him again.

The fighting strength of the two female high school students was astonishing, but within an hour, Conan was so tired that he couldn't even walk.

Sonoko and Xiaolan started chatting, while he sat in the back and let his mind fall into peaceful meditation.

In a trance, he heard Sonoko talking about the strange reception at Easton Manor.

"That reception was really weird and persevering. Basically, invitations were sent to my house every year, but my father and uncle never went there and wouldn't let me go."

There was curiosity in Sonoko's voice.

"If uncle and the others don't let you go, it might not be a good reception." Xiao Lan made a reasonable guess.

"Well, that makes sense."

Originally, things just stayed at the level of small talk, neither Conan nor the two girls were interested in this matter.

Unexpectedly, Subaru Okiya suddenly appeared from the nearby sporting goods store and joined their conversation generously.

As soon as the handsome young man appeared on the stage, he brought his own halo, and with just a few words, he coaxed Yuanzi, who was already very curious, to go to the reception, and invited him to the reception by the way.

Of course, Conan couldn't understand why. He was so curious that he took advantage of Xiaolan to take a bath and rushed back to Kudo's house to find Okiya Subaru.

Okiya Subaru told Conan very straightforwardly.

The deceased Eiichi Ishida on the Shinkansen actually colluded with the organization in private, and had the organization's medicine in his hand.

After Ishida Eiichi died, the medicine also came to Ishida Saichiro.

However, Subaru Okiya followed Saichiro Ishida for many days, but he couldn't find any clues about the medicine. It was not until that day that he found out that this guy would appear at the Easton Manor reception.

This reception does not recruit any staff, the whole process is closed, and the only way to enter the manor is to take out invitations. So he set his sights on Suzuki Sonoko who had received the invitation.

Thinking of this, Conan's eyes refocused, he looked at the big screen, and the numbers on it had scrolled to an absurd level.

Even he did not expect that he would have the opportunity to take such expensive medicines in his lifetime - although he was forced.

Why are there always people who are so interested in playing with their lives, and don't hesitate to spend huge sums of money to play with their lives.

The little detective frowned and sighed.

"Okina-san, are we just watching?"

Conan tugged at Subaru Okiya's shirt, a little worried in his tone.

Okiya Subaru is still watching silently, isn't he participating in the bidding?

Then how are they going to get that medicine!

That is the medicine of the organization. If Haibara can get that thing, he might be able to develop an antidote to restore him to his original state.

He looked at Subaru Okiya, the dark half-face mask only covered the upper half of the other's face, revealing an inexplicable smile on his face.

This guy was squinting and staring at the table in the center of the hall at this time, a sense of aggression came over his face, but his tone was a little casual.

"No hurries?"

How could he participate in the bidding, and the boss could not help reimburse so much money.

"Go get it right away."

Can only rely on Ming grab ah.

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With the passage of minutes and seconds, the numbers on the big screen have climbed to a height unimaginable by ordinary people, and the speed of number change has gradually slowed down.

Some people can't stand it anymore.

A gray-haired old man slammed the bidder in his hand, glared at the people who were looking at him, pushed aside the crowd and started to walk out.

One by one, people put down their bidders, either complaining or bowing their heads in despair.

The numbers on the big screen nearly stagnated and doubled again at the last moment of the deal.

Everyone's heartbeat is like sitting on a jumping plane, sometimes flying into the clouds, sometimes falling straight to hell.

Finally, the numbers stopped.

2.15 billion.

You can't get any money from selling an FBI.

This figure was shot by a man with white temples and a red mask.

Beforehand, in order to protect the privacy and personal safety of buyers, this is indeed an anonymous auction.

After the auction, you can use the auction device in your hand to find the person in charge in private, and pay the money and deliver the goods.

However, this guy is too happy and angry.

When the number 2.15 billion froze for three consecutive seconds, he jumped up with excitement, and even wearing a mask couldn't cover his mouth that was about to reach the base of his ears.

There is no need for anyone to ask any more to know who the drug was shot in the hands of.

There are countless pairs of eyes in the crowd, either open-minded or surreptitiously staring at the man wearing the red mask.

The evils hidden in the gray areas are the most difficult to guard against.

After the host announced the end of the auction, this guy rushed to the stage with a very high profile, and handed over the bank card prepared in advance with trembling hands.

"Sir, you can choose to follow us to the backstage delivery."

The host in a white suit noticed the situation at the scene and suggested it politely.

The host's voice spread throughout the hall through the microphone that had not had time to turn off.

Xin Haikong frowned, he glanced outside the door, raised his hand to touch the ear clip, and took a few steps forward.

He can't let people take the medicine to the backstage and deliver it, how can it destroy the medicine.

Who would have expected it to turn around in the next second.

The man wearing the big red mask also seemed to be wearing a voice changer at the same time. He came fully prepared and asked in a rough voice:

"No, I'm going to take this medicine on the spot to see how it works."

If you take medicine, don't people die?

Rounding up, it means that the medicine has been destroyed?

Xin Haikong couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

There is such a good thing in this world.

The task he was going to do was completed ahead of schedule?

Now it's time for the anxious person to become some ex-undercover gentleman.

If Akai Shuichi still wanted to get this medicine, he would definitely stop it.

A smile appeared on the face of Xin Haikong's mask, and he reached out and pressed the ear clip.

Then he wrapped his arms around leisurely, and glanced at Shuichi Akai through the gap in the white mask.

Sure enough, most of the other party's original calm breath was broken. At this time, the whole person took several steps forward, and while pushing the crowd forward, he reached out and took something in his pocket.

No, is this guy ready to do it? Xin Haikong stiffened, and the smile on his face slowly dissipated.

"What, do you have any comments?"

On the stage in the center of the hall, the man in the red mask looked impatiently at the stunned host, and repeated his request again.

"I said, now, give me the medicine!"

The host, who felt helpless to the unexpected guests, looked a little ugly.

He glanced down, and it seemed that after getting some kind of affirmative answer, he nodded and agreed to the guest's request.

After confirming the amount of the bank card, he slowly opened the box in the center display cabinet.

Xin Haikong was watching what happened in the center, and the corner of his eyes was paying attention to Shuichi Akai's actions at the same time.

The other party was still approaching the middle, and Xin Haikong roughly guessed what he wanted to do.

He followed in the footsteps of Shuichi Akai, approaching the center from another direction.

"If this is your request, of course we will do so."

The host reached into the display cabinet and took the transparent pill box with the pills out.

next second.

"boom-!"

A gunshot overlapped with the crisp sound of shattering glass.

Everyone didn't even have time to react to what was going on.

The only light source in the middle of the hall has been shattered by the bullets that broke through the air, and a whole piece of darkness that was suppressed to the point of frightening shrouded in an instant.

But the darkness didn't last long at all—

Because at the same time that the crystal lamp was shattered, another dazzling white light source drew an arc in mid-air and finally landed on the floor of the center table.

This is a light source that everyone is familiar with, but completely unexpected at first glance.

Although the light source is very subtle, it clearly illuminates the scene on the stage from bottom to top.

According to the host's hand holding the medicine box, according to the two frightened people on the stage.

In the dark, someone reluctantly stopped moving forward.

The next moment, followed by two gunshots that were almost connected together.

The faint new light source on the stage also appeared to have been hit by the bullet and went out again.

Darkness returned to the hall.

The next second, the host let out an extremely tragic scream, which spread to every corner of the hall through the microphone that was not turned off.

Everyone's ears were poisoned.

Such a scream was so harsh that Shinkai covered his ears in disgust.

In just one minute, between the repeated alternation of darkness and light, unknown things happened one after another.

It wasn't until the lights in the four corners of the hall were turned back on that people were able to see what was going on.

On the table in the middle of the hall—

The man in the big red mask was kneeling on the ground at this time.

He was so frightened by the sound of the gunshots that he just couldn't stand, and the original arrogance was not left at all.

The lower half of his face, which was not covered by the mask, was extremely pale, his lips were half-opened, and he was trembling but still unable to speak. There were still a few fragments of crystal lamps on his body, a bloodstain was drawn on his cheek, and he kept shaking.

On the other side, the host who was standing was also slumped to the ground.

A lot of blood splattered on his original pure white suit, and the right half of the suit seemed to be redesigned.

He couldn't even speak, his twisted face was stunned, his throat was panting heavily, and his instinctual breathing was roaring in pain.

His right hand holding the medicine box, which was held high in the air, was pierced by a bullet, and his blood was blurred.

The "medicine" that was repeatedly bid by everyone and finally sold for a high price of 2.15 billion was completely destroyed along with the host's palm.

2.15 billion was in vain.

The man in the red mask seemed to finally realize this and screamed.

On the ground were the remains of a crystal lamp that had been smashed by the gun and shattered to the ground.

Next to the wreckage of the crystal lamp, lay a black mobile phone that was also shot through by a gun, with its back facing upwards.

"Ah—killed!"

Without seeing the specific situation on the stage clearly, the people who were frightened by the blood on the ground and three gunshots screamed out.

Like putting a drop of water in hot oil, the crackling oil star splashed wildly.

"Killed!" "Killed!" "Ah-"

Everyone seemed to react, screaming, roaring, and cursing drowned out.

Most of the crowd was running outside the gate.

Of course, there are also a small number of people who want to fish in troubled waters and pick up the leak of the pill.

In the extremely chaotic and noisy hall, Xin Haikong's brain was extremely quiet, and he could only hear the system's unwavering prompt sound—

[Main quest four, complete. 】

·

Akai Shuichi was in an embarrassing situation at this time.

Just now, after the man in the red mask proposed to eat the medicine on the spot, Shuichi Akai was ready to grab it.

He also has to bring back the green "medicine" for the FBI. How can he let the "medicine" be eaten by others?

With the gun he just assembled in his pocket, he only needs to shoot the only light source on the ceiling—the crystal lamp—when it gets close enough to the center table, and the entire hall will be plunged into darkness.

Taking advantage of this darkness, he grabbed the pill box in the host's hand, who had excellent night vision.

He has enough confidence in this.

From the display case made of the most advanced bulletproof glass to the stomach of the dog in the red mask, this is the only time he has a chance to grab this medicine.

He boasted that his plan was perfect, but he did not expect to die in the first step.

At that time, he slowly followed the flow of people, approached the stage naturally and carefully, and while everyone's attention was still on the stage, he raised his gun and shot the crystal lamp on the ceiling.

However, the next second, the entire hall did not fall into darkness as he had hoped.

He originally rushed to the stage, but was forced to stop halfway.

Because a new light source suddenly appeared on the table.

A faint, white light source.

It illuminates the situation on stage.

The prudence inherent in his character clung to his muscle memory, forcing him to stop moving forward.

Not quite right.

Unlike ordinary people, he couldn't understand where the light source came from.

But at that moment, he wished he was blind.

Here's how the light source came-

A lunatic who didn't know where he came from threw a newest mobile phone on the stage.

And still turned on the flashlight, the kind with the back facing up.

The light from the flashlight is indeed weak, but it is more than enough to illuminate the stage.

Just when he was briefly tangled for less than a second, should he ignore this subtle light and go directly to the stage to grab it, two gunshots sounded one after another.

His **** night vision ability played a sufficient role at this time, allowing him to see what happened with great irony.

The person who fired the shot first hit the host in the hand holding the medicine box with the tiny light provided by the flashlight, and destroyed the medicine box along with it.

Immediately afterwards, the second shot was fired almost without a gap, hitting the mobile phone in the middle of the floor, and the only light source disappeared again.

Akai Hidetsu only held up the gun and stood there in extreme embarrassment.

When the gunshot rang, his first reaction was to look out the door following the sound of the gunshot. Guns are not fired indoors.

With such a long distance and the barriers of so many people, it is self-evident who can shoot such a subtle target with a small gun in a gap.

What a great collaboration!

This action should involve two people, one inside and one outside.

The man inside threw out the phone, and the man outside shot in time.

One shot hits the drug, one shot destroys the phone.

In this way, even if the police block the scene of the drinking party, the person inside will not be detected with gunpowder reaction.

On the contrary, he and Shuichi Akai will be found to have fired.

He must leave the scene immediately.

And it wouldn't do him any good to stay here.

In front of everyone's eyes, he didn't have the position to go forward to pick up the mobile phone and investigate.

Even if the phone is picked up, the phone has been shot through by bullets, and it is impossible to turn on the phone, so naturally there will be no more clues.

Akai Shuichi sighed, took advantage of the last darkness to put the gun back in his pocket, and turned around to find a way to evacuate.

·

At such a time, Xin Haikong would of course run outside in the chaos.

In fact, long before everyone could react, he quickly returned to his original position—the corner next to the gate.

At this time, it is more in line with the crowd.

He supported Ajibu Jinggo with one hand, fixed the mask on his face with the other, pretended to be an ordinary waiter, helped the drunken guest to leave, and walked out step by step while taking advantage of the chaos.

The sound of his breath mixed with the smell of alcohol hit the back of his ear. The few gunshots just now made him sober a lot. At this time, he reluctantly stood up straight, reducing the pressure on Xin Haikong.

"what happened?"

There was confusion in his hoarse voice.

"Someone has a gun and just attacked the host on stage."

"Cut! I knew sooner or later something like this would happen, a place like this..."

Atobe was silent again after talking, Xin Haikong turned his head and glanced, this guy was drunk again.

After this guy entered the Conan Theater, he also has a tendency to evolve towards the Riddler. Every day, if he is good, he will not say it completely.

Every time you have to break in a crucial place.

He came all night, and in addition to successfully completing the task, he still couldn't understand what this manor was doing.

The invitation card in his hand was stuffed into the inner pocket of his suit at this time, which was a bit embarrassing to be honest.

And the black mobile phone that he had been holding in his hand to give him strength and support was just ruthlessly thrown onto the stage by him.

There was no way. At that time, Akai Shuichi was obviously going to go on stage to grab it. He predicted that the other party would blow up the crystal lamp before the other party took out the gun.

The closest light source at hand is a smartphone from Gin that can turn on a flashlight.

A sweater made of wool is put on the sheep again, hoping that the sheep will be satisfied.

However, I have to say that the gin and wine work really well together.

Originally, after throwing out the phone, he was a little worried about what to do if the phone was picked up.

Although there was only Gin's mobile phone number in it, he didn't leave a trace of his own. Even if someone picked it up, he would look in the direction of Gin.

But big brother's personal privacy still needs to be protected!

I really didn't expect the big brother to help him blow up the phone.

The black-haired youth's pace was a little brisk, and he was still humming an unknown tune.

It would be nice if the teammates on every mission could be gins.

·

Xin Haikong supported Jibu all the way out of the hall, a huge figure was waiting outside, looking at Xin Haikong faintly.

startled him.

Xin Haikong was a little speechless and sent the person to Huadi Chonghong, and patted the trace department on the back soothingly.

Fortunately, this guy was drunk today and didn't know anything, so he obediently served as a tool for him all day.

It was really hard work.

If Atobe hadn't been drunk today, Xin Kaikong didn't know what he would have done.

He didn't know what had happened in high school, and he didn't know how much Ajibu knew about him. If Ajibe had any possibility of hindering the new sea and air mission at that time, he might have sent Ajibe directly on the road. .

The other party's family background is really tricky, but fortunately, the trace department is unconscious, and as a live-action doll, it can also cover Xin Haikong.

This greatly saves the effort of the new sea and air.

Handing the person into the hands of the other party's bamboo horse, Xin Haikong was light-hearted and left with a hand.

He still had the white mask on his face, and it was a little uncomfortable to be bored for too long, so he quickened his pace and walked towards the parking lot.

There are many guests coming and going, and it is not abrupt for him to shuttle among them.

Yamamoto has always listened obediently to Xin Haikong and stayed in the parking lot.

He quickly walked to the black car, opened the door and got into the passenger seat, and immediately took off the stuffy, breathable mask.

The face under the mask was already flushed red, and the beads of sweat hanging on his forehead would not fall.

Yamamoto turned his head to look at him, his eyes eager and expectant:

"Officer Xinhai, have you succeeded?"

Xin Haikong nodded, showing a hint of a smile, and said nothing more.

If the FBI shoots down the crystal lamp, the transaction is forced to terminate.

Drugs are destroyed, isn't it successful in destroying the illegal trade in drugs?

Even his mission was a success.

"That's good!"

"just…"

Yamamoto was speechless.

Xin Haikong helplessly pursed the corners of his mouth and asked gently:

"What's wrong?"

"There was a strange person just now, I didn't see it clearly, it was dark..."

Yamamoto wildly frowned his exaggerated eyebrows like Nohara Shinnosuke, and his face slowly turned red.

This familiar description, shouldn't it be—

Xin Haikong couldn't help frowning.

"He threw a black box on the back seat and said it was for you, Officer Xinhai."

Ah, is it just that people throw unknown things in? What if someone else dropped a bomb? Really!

"He called out the name of police officer Shinkai." Yamamoto added silently.

It was only then that Xin Haikong noticed that he had just accidentally spoken out the spit in his heart.

He glanced at the back seat a little embarrassedly. After his eyes touched the familiar black box, he was stunned for a moment, and then showed a smile.

"Officer Xinhai, is it okay?"

"It doesn't matter, it's someone you know."