"Then the responsibility can be entirely placed on Busujima Kiriko..."
"Bujima Kiriko?" Conan and James looked puzzled at the same time.
"Yes. It's the female cadre who was previously suspected of assassinating Yasuki Domon." A face of a woman with cold eyes and a scar across the bridge of her nose appeared in Judy's mind.
"By the way, Conan, can't you still hear the sound through this headset?" Teacher Judy looked worried.
"Yeah..." Conan has a toothache. Yuanhuaiyu just gave him a headset, but they still can't know where the gang is...
"At the crossroads ahead of you, turn left." At this moment, as if a prophet was predicting, Yuan Huaiyu's voice came from the headset.
"Quick! Turn left at the intersection ahead!" Conan immediately repeated it.
In this way, under Yuan Huaiyu's command from time to time, the positions of Conan and the others were quickly moving towards the current position of Ginjiu and others.
But Conan is still a little confused - didn't Mr. Yuan say that something happened? Why is he still directing them to move forward now?
"By the way, do you know where Xiuyi is now?" Judy asked.
James also looked a little distressed: "I'm looking for him now too. Have you told him about the situation?"
"Well... I have already told him on the phone about this kid's accidental encounter with members of the organization, but..." Judy's eyes widened slightly, "He just said, 'This
Ah, there's no news anymore..."
"Ever since he was dumped by his lover, his heart seems to have been locked... although it seems that it has never been opened before..." James said.
"Wait! Don't make any sound!" Conan suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the headset so that he could hear it more clearly, "This voice is... Gin!"
Just as he heard, Gin had already led the black organization's gang to an abandoned warehouse to plan the next action.
"Around 16 o'clock, DJ will take a ride across the bridge, and that's where the action will begin."
Gin's voice was very low, and when he spoke, one could even feel that the temperature around him had dropped. Everyone present understood that this terrifying man already had countless lives on his hands.
"Chianti and Cohen are responsible for covering this time." Gin's second sentence aroused resistance from the two snipers.
For a sniper, of course, what they want to do most is to send bullets into the target's head or chest in the dark without anyone noticing.
"Cover?" Chianti frowned.
"I...want to shoot..." Menghulu Cohen also made his own request.
"Don't say that..." Vodka began to explain, "His car is specially customized and has first-class bulletproof performance. It is impossible to be exposed to the muzzle of a sniper rifle unpreparedly like in the park..."
Gin raised his head slightly and looked at Chianti and Cohen: "And he has strong bodyguards from the Self-Defense Forces to protect him. The 7.62mm bullet you used, even if it can penetrate the thinnest car window, will not be able to hit DJ.
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Chianti was not happy at this moment: "Then how are we going to do it on the bridge? Isn't it about being naked on the bridge and getting into the car under the pretense of hitching a ride with the DJ?"
"Gee, Chianti...your advice is really good."
"Belmod!"
Hearing the voice of the visitor, Chianti immediately looked with hostility at the hot-figured woman riding a motorcycle, wearing a helmet and a tight leather jacket.
"I will ride this bike and fall down in front of DJ's bike, make his bike stop, and wait for him to get out of the car to investigate..."
Mizuno Reina's voice rang out after Belmode's words: "I'm coming from behind... and I'll give you another shot."
Just now, the two people who knew Gin's plan in the car in advance had changed their clothes and were ready.
"At this time, it is the task of the two of you to deal with the bodyguard who got off the car with DJ." Gin said coldly.
"But, would such a cautious person get off the bus so easily?" Chianti still had doubts.
"Don't worry...if the helmet flies off and the woman with bleeding head falls to the ground, then he will always come down and take a look with a sense of justice, right?"
Hearing Belmode's voice, Chianti immediately mocked: "Haha, don't be joking! There are other cars on the bridge. If a famous female star like you shows up..."
Belmore interrupted her somewhat helplessly: "How stupid... What you want to show is... this face!"
She lifted up the protective goggles of her helmet, and what she peeked out was a face that looked a bit harsh and difficult to get along with, with cold eyes and a scar across the bridge of her nose.
"Bujima Kiriko from the Mud Party!" Vodka looked at Belmode and marveled, "As expected of you, you look so good..."
At this time, even Chianti, who was quite resentful of Belmode, had nothing to say.
"I see--that's why this woman shamelessly followed me?" She had a stunned expression on her face, but she still didn't forget to say it.
"Where is the place, Gin?" Once Cohen said this, it meant that he had no doubts about the plan for this operation.
For them, all that's left is to execute as planned.
"The place where DJ was shot was..." Gin said slowly, "VENB..."
Next, Gin took out a map from the car and unfolded it in front of everyone.
"Cohen, you are here..."
"Chianti, you are in this position..."
Gin pointed at the map and told the two snipers where to hide.
During this process, he remained cautious and did not name any place, leaving Conan, who was secretly eavesdropping, helpless.
Conan, who was originally eavesdropping, had always hoped that these people would reveal a flaw and name a relevant place when setting up the plot. In that case, combined with the clue of "bridge", the assassination location could be pinpointed.
"Then I'll leave it to you two." Vodka said to the two of them with a smile.
On the other side, two ladies were also talking.
"Where is my motorcycle?" Shui Wulian asked Belmode.
"Behind that container." Belmore pointed behind him.
"Thank you... Let's meet in front of VENB then." Mizuno Reina was about to turn around and leave, but she heard Belmore calling her.
"Hey, Keir..." Belmore made a knocking motion with his left hand and tapped on the dashboard of the motorcycle, "You should...not be like this, right?"