Conan: Ran, don't turn around, I'm a washing machine.

Chapter 112 The Bitter Meat Scheme

Seeing that Sonoko was starting to space out, Su Xingbai and Aya quietly got up, tiptoed, and carefully left the villa hand in hand.

They completely disregarded what would happen if Sonoko found out later.

He hadn't been this relaxed in a long time; his body was starting to feel limp, which wasn't a good sign.

He's now officially registered in the Black Organization, so it seems he'll have to find another way to survive within the organization from now on.

After dropping Ayako off at her villa by the sea in Izu, he drove to the organization's base.

I grabbed two Shirleys from the bar.

They found Gin with a specific purpose in mind; he was at the shooting range practicing his shooting.

Seeing this, Su Xingbo found a place to sit down, holding a half-filled glass of Shirley in his right hand. He had gradually come to like the wine after drinking it once.

Gin, who was shooting, also saw his arrival out of the corner of his eye, but he did not stop shooting; nothing could affect him.

After the shooting ended, he sat down opposite Su Xingbai.

Without any hesitation, Shirley picked up a glass and drank it. After finishing, she asked...

"What do you want from me?"

"An important matter, and a trivial matter." Su Xingbai looked at him mysteriously.

"Say it directly."

"Alright, alright." Seeing his impatient look, Su Xingbo said, "I've already put the new type of tracker you wanted on the bar."

"Mm." Gin nodded.

"Gone?"

"Have."

"Say!"

"I want to see the boss."

Gin frowned and asked, "What is it?"

"I want to become a technician in the future and no longer participate in missions." Su Xingbo decisively stated what he wanted. After all, telling Gin was the same as telling the boss, and Gin would report this to the boss, so there was no difference.

"What's gotten into you?" Gin looked at him suspiciously. Caesar, who always thought he was second only to the heavens, actually wanted to go into logistics.

Su Xingbai waved his hand and laughed, "Oh dear, I'm getting old, and I can't keep up with the pace of the young people anymore, so I thought I'd continue to shine in the logistics department."

Upon hearing this, Gin expressionlessly pulled out his favorite gun, the Beretta M92F pistol.

Then, in front of Su Xingbo, he removed the magazine, took out the bullets, and began loading them in one by one.

Once it's full, install it and release the safety lock.

suddenly!

He fired a shot at Su Xingbai.

Fortunately, Su Xingbo's attention was always on Gin's gun. He sensed something was wrong when Gin was loading the bullets and secretly took precautions.

as predicted.

Su Xingbo immediately tilted his body to the left, then rolled to dodge the first two bullets, before quickly rushing forward in a low posture.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Three more gunshots rang out. When the first shot rang out, Su Xingbo instinctively fell to his left, knocking over the table and hiding behind it.

This is also his personal habit; when facing away from the gunman, he can't develop a fixed habit, whether he leans to the left or right, or forward or backward.

This will allow others to figure out your dodging direction and predict your location, and then you're doomed.

Gin had already fired four shots by this time!

11 shots left!

Su Xingbo shouted in bewilderment, "Gin, what the hell are you doing? If you fire again, don't force me to take action."

The only response he received was gunfire.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Three more gunshots rang out, which completely enraged Su Xingbo.

You banana, you little brat, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences, won't you?!

Then Su Xingbo took out his Browning M1935, and as the footsteps slowly approached, Su Xingbo quickly bent down, stood up, and fired.

Not to be outdone, the two found cover and hid inside.

"Hey, have you had enough? If you keep this up, I'm going to get serious."

There was still no response from the other side, and the two sides were briefly locked in a stalemate.

However, the people outside also heard the commotion inside and rushed in, each of them carrying a weapon of equality for all beings.

Su Xingbai's side was near the entrance, so when these people arrived, they immediately went to his cover.

"Brother Caesar, what happened here? Why didn't I see Brother Gin?"

Su Xingbo got a headache as soon as he heard the name Gin. He grabbed Gin's head, pointed to the wall behind him, and shouted loudly.

"Do you see that wall?"

"I saw it. I saw it."

"Your beloved Gin is waiting for you right there. You should go find him quickly."

"Huh?!" The younger brother looked at him in surprise.

"What the hell? Hurry up and get over there!" Su Xingbo kicked him in the butt in an annoyed tone.

"Okay." The younger brother quickly got up and moved towards the wall.

"Brother Gin, it's me, your little brother! Please don't shoot!"

"Bang, bang."

Both shots hit the feet in front of the underling, who was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. He turned his head and gave an awkward smile, asking timidly.

"Brother Caesar, can I come back? Brother Gin seems a little unhappy."

Seeing his pitiful look, Su Xingbo angrily gestured with his gun for him to come back and get lost.

At that moment, Su Xingbai noticed a trickle of blood seeping out from the wall.

This made him start to have wild thoughts: Could it be that his random shooting had hit Gin?

This shouldn't be happening. I wasn't prepared when I fired. When did my shooting skills reach such a superb level?

There was no movement from that side for a long time, but the blood was flowing out more and more.

Fortunately, vodka arrived at that moment.

Su Xingbo quickly grabbed him and whispered, "Gin is over there. Go check on him right away. He seems to be injured."

Upon hearing this, Vodka rushed over without saying a word, and after a while, he was seen squatting on the ground shouting.

"Big brother, big brother, wake up!" Then she turned to him and shouted, "Caesar, come quick and see why big brother is bleeding so much!"

Damn, he doesn't even know how to answer that question.

I didn't expect Gin to be unconscious. Is it that serious? Besides, Gin was the one who attacked first. He was just retaliating passively.

His face turned red with anger. Realizing that Gin had already fainted, he got up and looked around the corner.

Gin lay on the ground, his face pale, one hand clutching his abdomen, where blood was still slowly flowing.

He quickly squatted down, pushed Vodka away, took out the binding straps from his storage space, lifted his shirt, and painstakingly pried Gin's hands off, then wrapped them around his abdomen several times.

Which genius has claimed the one-month free membership? Hurry up and send me a free one!