Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

It was late at night, away from the residential areas of the downtown area.

The middle-aged man walked through the silent and dark alley and ran towards the street outside the alley.

"Bah!"

The sound of gunshots came from the depths of the alley, making the man froze all over and almost fell to the ground. He quickly regained his senses and quickened his pace to run down the street.

"Run one, big brother..."

In the alley, Vodka looked at the man leaning against the fence, with a playful smile on his lips, "It seems that he deliberately came to drag us."

There was a bullet-pierced blood hole on the man's forehead, and his eyes were distracted.

"Hmph... Just let Chianti and Cohen deal with it, so that they don't have the chance to complain about not aiming," Gin put a bomb on the body, stood up, took out the mobile phone from the pocket of the windbreaker, and walked out while talking , "Chianti, Cohen, ran a..."

"Oh?" Chianti laughed nervously, "Ok! Gin, I saw that little animal running away in a hurry!"

"Can you shoot?" Cohen asked in a muffled voice.

"certainly……"

As soon as Gin opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Chianti's exclamation.

"Wait! What's that upstairs?!"

On the roof of the building in the distance, Chianti stared at the scope in amazement.

Over the street over there, a large group of crows gathered in a flock and rushed down the outer wall of a building. In the dim streetlights, they fell from the building like a huge drop of ink.

The crows in the scope fluttered their wings and fell quickly in a group, as if with a determination and madness that would perish with the earth.

She couldn't hear the sound here, but their target, the man who ran beside the building, heard the abnormal noise. He slowed down and looked up.

When the man raised his head, the crows in a group were still diving at high speed, but they did not hit the ground like real ink dots. Instead, after submerging and rolling over the man, they continued to spread out along the street, as if there were invisible brushes. Guide the crows and draw a large 'L' smoothly in the city.

Pieces of black feathers drifted down slowly after breaking out of the storm circle formed by the crow's flight, landing on the top of the man's head and beside him.

The man fell forward slowly, letting his face hit the ground without any buffer, looking at the stiff posture, it was obvious that he was already dead.

"What the **** is this?!"

Facing this strange and unknown scene, Chianti became restless and tried to use the scope to locate the group of crows flying against the ground of the street.

The crows had dispersed and flew into the air around them.

A figure in black robe stood among the crows that had not yet dissipated, turned his back to them and looked at the alley in front of him. The brim of his hat and the long robe blocked the other person's body tightly, making it impossible to identify the specific features.

Vodka arrived at the entrance of the alley, saw the man in black robe standing outside the alley, hesitantly turned to look at the gin, "Big, big brother..."

When Jin Jiu saw the large group of crows, he guessed who it was. He was not surprised at all, and his footsteps did not stop. He continued to walk out of the alley, and said silently, "Can you say something before you do it next time?"

Vodka hurriedly followed, and saw the hand under the black robe stretched out and caught a black card pulled by silk threads, and when he saw the golden handwritten words 'RAKI' on the black card, he immediately reacted, "Rak? It is you……"

Chi Feichi threw off the blood on the card, and after putting away the black card, he stretched out his hand and pulled down his hood, revealing Lack's blond, blue-eyed face with fine marks on his left cheek, without the slightest hint of apology on his face. He said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, but if it's any later, Chianti or Cohen will take the head."

Gin choked, looked up and saw that a bomb had been placed next to the body on the street, walked to the car parked on the side of the road, and said to the mobile phone, "Chianti, Cohen, it has been solved, let's get out first..."

...

More than ten minutes later, explosions occurred one after another in the alley and on the street. The impact and firelight from the explosion directly destroyed the clues on the two corpses, and the black feathers on the street were also blown away.

The black Porsche 356A and Dodge Viper sports car have left two streets respectively and turned to the main road to merge.

Vodka drove the car, looked at the sports car following in the rearview mirror, and reminded aloud, "Brother, Chianti and Cohen are following."

Gin sat in the passenger seat with his right elbow on the car window, looked down at the email he received, and made sure that the traces around the body had also been destroyed by the explosion, before answering Chianti's constant bombardment.

The scene where the large group of crows swooped down was amazing. After Chianti slowed down, he realized that the head had been robbed. As soon as the phone was connected, he asked eagerly, "Gin, why did Luck come here?"

Their heads have never been divided enough. For various reasons, they will be able to snipe and kill less often. They let loose every day.

But she didn't say how to divide it before, and she couldn't take advantage of the topic and complain too much, which made people depressed.

Gin heard the resentment in Chianti's tone, and he didn't think about it, and he explained in a calm tone, "This time the target is a bit cunning, and there are two more people. Kiel's whereabouts are currently unknown, just in case. One, I'll ask Lack to help guard that side, except for him to spare tonight, there's only Belmode..."

"Forget it, I don't want to see that woman!"

Chianti's attention was decisively diverted. After becoming irritable, he remembered that Mizuna Rianna was better than Kiel, and never robbed people. "Is Kiel's whereabouts still not investigated clearly? As expected of the FBI's method..."

Gin listened to the voice over the phone and silently lit a cigarette.

He complained to those who couldn't be allocated, and complained to him that he did not agree with a certain part of the plan. He was heartbroken every day for the harmony of the team and the smooth implementation of the plan, which was not easy.

"Kiele is dead," Cohen said, sentenced Mizunari to death, "surely."

"Humph! It would be great if that's the case," Chianti thought of the worse outcome. "If she's brainwashed by the FBI guys and turned against her..."

"That's impossible," Gin held a cigarette, a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Kier was shot through his hands and feet, and he was given Veritaserum, and he didn't say anything until his ribs were broken. Sigh, your worries are unnecessary, Kean."

Vodka also remembered, "Is that the one time she made the other look different?"

"I've also heard of that incident. Kiel found a mouse that had infiltrated the organization and forced the other party into a desperate situation. As a result, Kiel was accidentally caught and tortured. By the time our people arrived, it was already I'm dying," Chianti said, "but I can't figure it out, why did Kiel, who was appreciated by him, just make up a group with us like this?"

"Teeth." Gin said.

"Teeth?" Chianti wondered.

"Kiele used one of her teeth as a weapon and bit the mouse's wrist, almost crushing his bones and snatching the pistol," Gin explained coldly, "and then relying on only The reluctant fingers pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot up the mouse's chin, blowing his head, a stunt that only a wild beast can do..."

In the back seat, Chi Feichi smoked a cigarette in silence, turning his head to look at the passing car outside the window.

Gin's action squad is rather special.

First of all, not every core member of the organization can perform internal cleanup. For the cleanup of core members and the assassination of some important people, that one will be directly handed over to Gin.

To put it simply, even if there is a problem with a certain member, other people have to report a certain basis of suspicion first. After that, the organization that should confirm will send someone to confirm it. After the confirmation, that one will most likely be thrown to Jinjiu to deal with it.

Secondly, other people can clean up some people who may expose the existence of the organization and cause trouble for the organization. If this part is an unimportant peripheral member or a non-organizational person who is easy to assassinate, there must be sufficient reasons before and after. Reporting is not as arbitrary as Gin, and you can make your own judgments according to the situation, and when other people carry out assassination operations, a Gin may also appear to be responsible for the response.

Of course, if the situation is urgent, such as Kiel's case of 'to kill someone in question in order to survive', then there is no need to consider what not to report. Report the situation.

After all, that one doesn't want a group of people to kill indiscriminately and let the organization be noticed by the police.

And because of the relatively difficult assassination mission, not everyone can enter the gin team.

To obey the command, to have the skills needed by the team, to have the determination to never betray the organization when caught and tortured... To make Jinjiu fancy, he must have a ruthless and wolf-like nature that does not put human life in his eyes.

As for him...

He's not the editor of the Gin team, it's just the one who threw him to Gin.

There are elements that make Gin stare at him and let him stop messing around, there are elements that let Gin guide him to understand the organization's actions, there are elements that give him some privileges, such as cleaning up someone, and there are elements that let him act as needed. There may be other reasons for asking Gin for help, but in conclusion, he is not a member of the Gin team, nor is he a member of other teams.

If he had to say it, he was an all-purpose glue who listened to that person's instructions, was tortured during his internship period, and that person might let him mix a little bit of everything...

"The question is ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Didn't the mouse just die like this?" Chianti questioned, "How do you know that Kiel didn't say anything?"

"Because we later found an MD from that guy's clothes," Gin said, "which contains the entire recording of his interrogation of Keele."

"MD?" Chianti laughed, "So that's the case, that MD didn't record any of Kiel's voice, right?"

"But eldest brother," Vodka said depressedly, "we still haven't figured out the identity of that mouse."

Gin put down the phone next to his ear, cut off the communication with Chianti, and looked down at the newly received email, "He has a lot of fake photos and passports with different names on him, and the photos are all taken after disguising his appearance. , From this point of view, it is not an ordinary mouse, but I know the original name of the mouse..."

Chi Feichi threw the dying cigarette out of the car window and looked at the two people in the front seat of the car.

Hurry up and confirm, he's about to finish his investigation on Hondo Yingyou.