"Wait a minute! What's the point of making this happen!"

The sudden shout from the receiver scared Conan.

In the underground parking lot.

Chianti quickly walked to Porsche's car and punched it on the door, venting his dissatisfaction:

"Why did I really bring this woman who killed Calvados here? Gin! Didn't I say icewine, it would be enough for a few of us in this mission!"

Belmode closed his eyes and rested, ignoring the other party's clamor.

"Calvados committed suicide, and the person who killed him was FBI." Ye Gengyi said.

"Um?"

Belmode's eyes narrowed a slit slightly, and he looked at the man sitting next to her with a strange face, whose face was completely wrapped in an unknown object.

However, he put aside his doubts about why he spoke to him.

Is the object covering his skin the same color as the mask?

Although this look cannot be walked in broad daylight, it can actually cover the face shape and cover the basic outline...

By the way, with icewine's technical level, she wouldn't be surprised if she could one day develop a robot that completely replaces the body.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just explaining the facts, because I found out the information at the scene of Calvados's death." Ye Gengyi said.

“I’m not that…”

"Chianti, you still misunderstood. I mean, you should have said that just now..."

Ye Geng interrupted her and continued:

"Why do we need to make the plan deployed with loopholes, but we are arrogant and flee in panic, which makes our companions come to participate in this mission in order to prevent the information from being leaked into FBI's hands."

Chianti: “…”

The logic is rigorous, but doesn’t it feel confusing to say it?

And I just got emotional, just wanted to scold people, okay...

Really, I can’t chat with people like icewine who like to pursue rigor for a long time!

The atmosphere was staggered again.

Chianti didn't know what she should do now...

After all, Icewine said everything. Could it be that I will continue to smash the glass? You must know that this is Gin’s car. If it were someone else’s, at least one pit was poured down by his own punch just now!

"Cianti, go back to the car," said Gin. "Belmode will come with you in case of emergency... This is the order given by the 'that One'."

"I got it...

Upon hearing this, Chianti lost her temper.

"After that being said, I didn't expect the location would be Eddie P..."

Belmode casually pulled out a lady's cigarette and was about to light it. He felt the gaze coming from his side, and then he let it go back helplessly and said:

“It can be said that it is the best place for hunting.”

“Eh? Hunting ground?”

Vodka wondered, "What does it mean?"

"Hmph...you should also study other people's history."

Belmode didn't explain either.

She is different from Gin. Since she knows that Ye Gengyi is not easy to mess with and she doesn't care about other people's funds, she doesn't want to be inexplicably resentful because of a cigarette. At this time, Bai Wulai had to hold his chin with one hand and lean his elbow towards the car window and close his eyes to sleep.

"That kind of thing doesn't matter. The problem is that the rain is falling, it seems to be completely unstoppable."

Gin frowned slightly.

The interview with Tom Kamhui by Japanese TV station naturally would not stop because of this rain.

However, if the location is changed from an open area to a pavilion or indoor covered with a hidden object, the success rate of the assassination mission will be a bit difficult to grasp.

"Don't worry, the weather station predicts that this is just a shower and will definitely clear up before noon."

Shui Wulianai's voice came out intermittently through the earpiece: "If... nothing else, I will..."

Oops, is it because of the weather? The signal is getting worse and worse...

Conan tried several more times, but apart from the increasingly obvious rustling sound, he still couldn't hear any valuable information. He could only ask Ai Haibara, who looked worried in the back seat, said:

"Hey! Do you know who DJ is? And where is Eddie P?"

"ah?"

Haibara Ai came to his senses a little, and then realized that a layer of sweat had already emerged from the palm of his hand holding the phone.

She took out a handkerchief to wipe it, showing her doubts:

"What did you say?"

"This is the code that those people mentioned in the conversation just now," Conan couldn't help but feel impatient: "They should be planning to kill someone!"

"I don't know DJ," Haibara Ai said, "but if Eddie P refers to somewhere, would P be a parking lot or a park?"

"What about Kiel, Chianti and Cohen," Conan looked serious, "Do you know them?"

"I don't have any impression of Kiel, but I've heard of Chianti and Cohen. They are two very powerful snipers, by the way..."

Haibara Ai paused: "Where is icewine? It's the organization cadre you mentioned last time? Did he appear?"

"Well, not only him, Belmode, Gin, vodka are also present..."

Conan was nervous and ignored Haibara Ai's question about asking "What did they say" and turned his eyes to a high-rise apartment in the distance.

This straight line distance...is almost 580 yards.

Those guys from the Black Organization really want to assassinate someone.

Since this is the case, recycling eavesdropping devices and senders is no longer the only sight. Although it is extremely dangerous, for him now, the key to the problem should be whether there is a way to hinder or destroy their assassination plan in the process of recycling props!

Thinking of this, Conan stopped hesitating and left a sentence, "You and the doctor are waiting for me from here," and pushed open the car door and ran out.

"Hey! Where are you going!"

Haibara's urgent inquiry was locked in the car.

Conan had no time to explain, because there was no way back now.

He didn't know whether those people had disclosed other information during the period when the eavesdropping signals were disturbed by the weather.

Therefore, it must be used as fast as possible...

“That’s the end.”

Suddenly, a figure stopped him.

Immediately afterwards, the other party raised his hand and pointed the pistol wrapped in his windbreaker pocket at this side.

In an instant, the impatience on Conan's face turned into horror.

It was actually... discovered.

He slowly raised his head and looked forward with the last trace of obsession before his death.

result……

What caught my eye was Judy Steeling's smiley face full of jokes.

"Ju, Mr. Judy?"

After the ups and downs, Conan's voice changed a little.

"Bang~"

Judy Steelin imitated the sound of shooting, while pulling out the flip phone in her pocket that Conan mistakenly thought to be a pistol:

"hi,cool    guy~Isn't it very exciting..."

Conan: "…"

It was so exciting that he was almost thinking about what name to name in his next life...
Chapter completed!