"...but why are the members of the organization going to the wilderness for nothing?" Conan shook his head and shook the strange speculation out of his mind, "Maybe I'm overthinking. Besides, I'm not Haiyuan, so I can't feel anything.
The smell of organization.”
…
Having said that, while waiting for the popcorn to be made, Conan still couldn't help but whisper to Hattori Heiji behind Jiangxia's back:
"Speaking of which, this time we finally didn't run into Vodka and that 'Mr. Yamaguchi' again - we met three times in a row, and it was like a ghost. I even suspected that those two guys were deliberately following us."
Hattori Heiji shrugged: "Why are we, a group of high school students, easy to follow? The first few times were probably just coincidences. But you were right what you just said. The owner of this cafe is indeed a bit strange. While he is out hunting wild boars, we are here
Take a look around the store—you might find some useful clues."
The two high school students hit it off immediately, avoiding the people in the store and quietly searching the small courtyard.
…
While the two of them were immersed in searching.
Deep in the mountains, another sharp sight was also searching around the courtyard of the cafe.
——Calvados found a suitable spot. He stopped the car, set up his sniper rifle, and observed the cafe built in the mountain from a high position.
After just one glance, he felt something was wrong: "Didn't you say that this coffee shop is empty? Why are there so many people gathered in the courtyard?"
And if you look closely, you can see two sneaky figures walking through the corridor.
Calvados picked up his gun and looked intently through the sniper scope... and then he saw two figures, one tall and one short, one black and one white.
"..."
Two names jumped out of his mind instantly - the son of the head of the Osaka Police Headquarters, and that annoying kid.
Why did these two guys appear again? They are so haunted!
"Speaking of which, if that bastard elementary school student hadn't found my gun by accident, then even if I was involved in the murder scene, I wouldn't have lost my weapon."
"It's all his fault..."
Thinking of this, Calvados tightened his fingers slightly, wanting to give that hateful kid a shot and send him to meet God.
However, the guns have been lost, and even if they were killed, they would not be able to get them back. And if he really did this, he would only alert the enemy and alert his real target.
As a sane adult, Calvados could only take a slow, deep breath, and reluctantly suppressed the urge to shoot: bear with it. There are only two students who want to kill them. Compared to these two guys, now
What's more important is to complete the mission and return to Tokyo.
"What's wrong?"
Next to him, Vodka noticed the change in his colleague's expression. He curiously picked up the telescope and looked in the direction where Calvados was looking.
Seeing the figures there clearly, I spit out the vodka health tea I just drank: "Why is it them again? They are so haunted!"
"..." Calvados glanced at him and asked tentatively, "Didn't you come here to find me?"
Vodka said "Bah!": "Why should I look for such a thing! Are you making yourself uncomfortable when you have nothing to do?"
Calvados looked at him carefully and found that Vodka's dislike and bad luck were very real: it seemed that this suspicious colleague really didn't want to meet those guys in the coffee shop.
...In other words, he probably did not inform anyone, nor did he reveal his whereabouts.
After eliminating the suspicion of his colleagues, Calvados stopped thinking about it for the time being. He moved his crosshairs and looked for the real mission target.
——No matter how many inside stories are behind these troubles, as long as you fire a shot from a distance and kill that Ogura Chibi, this annoying series of tasks will be completed.
At that time, he will leave and return to Tokyo, leaving all these troubles in Osaka to make the people who deserve them worry.
When I think about leaving Osaka and returning to Tokyo, the air around me seems to become sweeter.
but……
"Why don't you see anyone?" The vodka next to him expressed the question in Calvados's mind. It was obvious that both of them were in the same eager mood to "complete this annoying task as soon as possible."
Realizing this, Calvados softened his tone slightly: "Maybe in the house. Wait, there's no way he doesn't go out all day long."
A sniper must have enough patience. In this matter, Calvados is quite qualified - in previous tasks, sometimes he would squat for several months. Although no one was taking shifts with him this time, it was only a matter of one or two.
God, no problem.
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Even for a moment, Calvados had a thought: It would be nice if the target could go out again after these high school students left - it's not that he was afraid of them, he just felt that that group of people were like the gods of bad luck.
, nothing good ever happens to you.
With this thought in mind, Calvados readied his gun and stared calmly.
Next to me, another person was not so professional.
The field of view of the telescope was quite narrow, and it was very uncomfortable to watch for a long time. After a while, Vodka put down the telescope and started to swat mosquitoes.
After a few blows, he suddenly felt a cold feeling on his back. Vodka paused slightly, turned his head warily, and saw someone beside him staring at him suspiciously.
Calvados: "Are you setting the pace to send signals to the outside world?"
Vodka's fist hardened: "..." This is a signal! I've said it eight hundred times in my heart, I, Vodka, am not Uzo's accomplice!
He wanted to refute loudly like this. However, look at this silent mountain and old forest, and look at the gun in Calvados' hand...
Vodka muttered in a low voice: "Don't mosquitoes bite me all the time? Forget it, I won't fight anymore, you can continue to aim."
Calvados looked at him, snorted in disgust, and turned his head.
Vodka: "...?" What are you humming? Are you scolding me for not having perseverance? But I'm not a professional sniper. I'm just a civilian, and I've done my best to follow you around the mountains!
While cursing in his heart, he sighed quietly:
Fortunately, I usually wear tight clothes, with only one face exposed, so it is difficult for mosquitoes to find a place to bite.
While waving his hand to drive away the buzzing mosquitoes next to his head, he thought: How about wearing a hood next time he goes out? That way the mosquitoes won't be able to bite his head.
"No, there will be no next time. I should solve the problem from the root cause!" Vodka suddenly came back to his senses, "If you take on a mission in the future, you must find out your partner in advance - someone like Calvados who can be easily contaminated by Uzo