I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Since the people of the rat group chose to set up a sniper point here, it proves that the field of vision here is quite good.

Nan Ling casually pulled the sniper who was unconscious in front of the sniper gun aside, turned off the communicator on his body, and took a closer look at the sniper scope on the gun.

"It can't be removed." Judy picked up the gun, checked it quite skillfully, and tried to aim it with the gun. "Otherwise, it will be recalibrated, which is very troublesome."

"Of course I know that." Nan Ling muttered.

When she picked up the gun, Conan on the side felt that he was about to have a heart attack.

He looked at Nan Ling's relaxed expression again, and felt that rather than being afraid, he didn't understand why Nan Ling was so nervous at this time.

Didn't he tell him that Judy was most likely a member of the organization?

Fortunately, instead of pointing the gun at them, Judy aimed at the ground.

"It should be almost over."

"Who has the upper hand?" Nan Ling approached Judy enthusiastically.

Conan didn't have time to hold him, his hand grabbed awkwardly in mid-air, opened his mouth, but didn't speak.

Now is not the time to be concerned about this!

"Those with submachine guns." Judy squinted one eye and scanned the street seriously, "They were ambushed on the opposite side."

The situation is clear. Cyan Origin was forced into a small alley. There were not many of them, and everyone was injured. The rats are not only well-prepared, but also numerous.

Although I can't see the other end of the alley, this side has been blocked by a group of rats. They work in groups with experience, covering each other. The Cyan Origin, who had fallen behind, seemed unable to break through their defenses.

"Borrow it." Nan Ling took the sniper rifle from Judy's hand, holding the gun quite skillfully.

He didn't even want to hide from Judy - after all, Judy didn't hide from herself. If she asks later, she says she learned it from Hawaii.

"...Well, it seems to be true." Nan Ling muttered in a low voice with some dissatisfaction, put down the gun and looked around.

"Look at the street next to you."

Although he doesn't care much, he doesn't want to watch the cyan origin being pressed and beaten by the mice.

He sneaked a glance at Judy and Conan. The FBI agent was looking at him with a smile on his face, and Conan was dignified and didn't know what he was thinking.

However, even if he wanted to help today, he was powerless.

The sound of gunfire from the street gradually dwindled, and it seemed that it was almost at the end stage. There was a faint sound of sirens in the distance.

It's not that fast. It's not that hard to do, given how bribed the rat population is to the government system.

time is limited.

Nan Ling turned his gaze to the other street, and after a pause, he slowly put down the gun.

"Is there anything here?" Judy came over and stood beside him, squinting her eyes and trying to look down, "Listen to the sound, it should have been cleaned up."

There is still a stalemate, only that alley.

"You can see for yourself." Nan Ling handed her the gun and patted Conan next to him, "Don't always be stern, we are still safe now, it's not uncommon to have such a wide-eyed opportunity to watch a movie. , cherish it well."

Conan glared at him angrily, and Nan Ling looked back at him inexplicably.

"What's wrong?" he asked unabashedly.

"No! It's okay!" Conan turned his head angrily, but his body honestly took a step forward, hiding in front of Nan Ling.

"Children are really troublesome..." Nan Ling sighed.

Conan was even more angry.

He originally wanted to use Morse code to remind Nan Ling, but he wasn't sure if he could understand it. When he was hesitating, Judy's whisper interrupted his thinking.

"Why so many people suddenly appeared... Wait, is that a bait?"

"Probably so."

Nan Ling glanced down leisurely. From this height, it is difficult for even him to see the specific situation, but he can judge the general situation.

Teams of men in all black appeared silently behind the swarm members who were dealing with the traces, and took them out without much effort.

Then they walked quite neatly along the edge of the street to the street that led to the alley.

"I think it's not just here, all the conflict areas around here should be similar." Nan Ling raised his chin and motioned them to look at the adjacent streets, "There are not many people who are dealing with the aftermath, and their vigilance is poor. , is not a capable person, and is widely dispersed, it is easy to solve them."

"And the rest are still battling the bait, and those are not many, but the terrain is good - I guess they've chosen a place ahead of time. This illusion of a big win that is one step away makes the rats The group gathers a large number of troops there, and then it can be wiped out in one fell swoop."

Nan Ling explained lightly, "They thought they surrounded the cyan origin, but they didn't know that they were the ones surrounded."

"How did they do it?" Judy asked curiously.

"Who knows." Nan Ling shrugged, "Maybe the rat group's intelligence is not well kept secret. They have been fighting each other for a long time, and it is normal for them to penetrate each other."

Judy stared at him inscrutable, "Ling Jun really understands them."

"Yeah, I sometimes think about this too." Nan Ling showed a smug smile, "Ah! I'm really a man with secrets all over me."

"Asecretmakesawomanwoman. (Secret makes a woman)." Judy smiled calmly, "It seems that the same is true for men."

"The process of getting to know others is like reading a book." Nan Ling spread his hands, "Some people can tell from the cover that they are boring, and some are like a thick Hebrew Bible. But the most attractive people …”

Judy's expression was all ears.

"It's the ones with a few pages stuck in the middle." Nan Ling clapped his hands together, raised his hands to his chest, and looked up at Judy, "If you want to open it, you'll just shred the pages. The content is never seen."

"Even the pieces of paper shredded by a shredder can be put back together." Judy glanced at Conan, "Isn't that the case just now?"

The murderer who embezzled public funds just smashed the stolen evidence in a paper shredder. But after being noticed by Conan, I asked Officer Takagi to fight back.

"After all, there are cracks, right?"

"Is it the book or the content that matters?" Judy smiled. "I think it's the latter."

Conan watched with a bewildered expression as they turned the topic from the conflict on the street to the inexplicable 'book'.

No, is this the time to discuss this?