"Hmm..." Kenzo Mayama groaned and fell to the ground.
His arm holding the gun could no longer remain steady. This was a subjective difference caused by brain dizziness, and it was not something that could be avoided simply by relying on willpower.
how so?
Masuyama Kenzo couldn't understand.
At first, he didn't take Ye Gengyi seriously, and even when he saw the desperate undercover making his final struggle, he felt a sense of joy in his heart.
He planned to kill Congressman Shigehiko Oguchi, but was interrogated again and again by the Lao Shizi police who had no evidence. He had long been simmering with anger.
Now, by capturing this kid who is suspected of being a policeman alive and conducting a reverse interrogation to find out what the other person knows about the organization, it can also be an opportunity to relieve his emotions.
Emotional relief after depression?
Kenzo Masama has always thought so.
But... the result is too bad.
For an organization cadre with a gun, when faced with an unarmed young man, apart from being caught off guard at first and making the other party a little wary, until he was knocked to the ground by a few wine bottles, he had no idea what he had in his hands. What did the gun do?
Click...
"ah!"
The severe pain in his shoulder directly interrupted Matoyama Kenzo's thoughts.
"You seem to have misunderstood something," Ye Gengyi rubbed it hard a few more times, then raised his feet and bent down to pick up the pistol and put it against the other person's head, "What should I do with you? Pisk?”
"Huh...huh..." Masuyama Kenzo gasped hard, his face turned pale because of the pain, "If you want to kill...just kill..."
"Refreshing, as expected of a veteran cadre with high consciousness," Ye Geng put his finger on the trigger and slowly pressed it down, and continued to ask: "You caught Shirley, why didn't you report it to the organization?"
"Who are you?" Kenzo Masama suddenly turned his head and looked directly at Ye Gengyi, "Why do you know so much information!"
There really hasn't been any report yet.
"Well..."
[Sir, a message about 'Pisk' has been detected. 】
"Oh? Let me take a look." Ye Gengyi's fingers stopped pressing down.
Then, a photo of a female writer and a music arranger kissing appeared on the retina. In the highlight position processed by Ye Xiaobai, Kenzo Matoyama raised his gun and pointed it at the ceiling, as if he was aiming at something and preparing to shoot. Same.
"Where did it come from? How much reading did it take?" Ye Gengyi asked.
[Variety show section, read 1537 times, whether to block information. 】
"No. Hack into that website and multiply the number of clicks a hundred times to tamper with it." Ye Gengyi said, moving the muzzle away from Kenzo Masama's head, then grabbing the opponent's neck and activating the electric shock gloves, violently A feeling of paralysis came over him, causing his whole body to twitch for several seconds before he rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Xiao Bai, please report the situation in the hotel." Ye Gengyi said.
[3 seconds ago, Conan had escaped from the hotel, and Vodka was avoiding the crowd and returning. According to the route analysis, the target was the rooftop. 】
Rooftop?
"Where's Gin?" Ye Geng asked.
[No trace of target found...]
Good boy, did he cheat on Gin?
Based on this information, Ye Gengyi quickly clarified his thoughts.
Without any hesitation, he climbed directly up the chimney.
On the rooftop.
Gin had just untied his heavy windbreaker. Before he had time to observe the wound, he heard the sound from the stairs in front of him and the chimney behind him almost at the same time.
Immediately, he did not dare to hesitate.
He rolled decisively to the bunker and raised his gun to carefully aim at two locations.
"Brother?" Vodka carefully poked his head out of the stairs.
"Quiet!"
Gin turned his gun around, but no one was seen climbing out of the chimney.
He used his eyes to signal Vodka to flank them, while he was ready to suppress fire at any time.
Suddenly, the phone in my pocket buzzed.
Gin ignored it;
Not long after, the vibrating sound came again, but this time it was replaced by Vodka's cell phone.
"It's me." At this time, someone opened a gap in the chimney cover, and Ye Gengyi's voice floated out from inside, "I guess you are pointing a gun at me, right?"
"Brother, it's Icewine..." Vodka quickly stepped forward and opened the cover.
"Um..."
Gin responded and then put the gun back into his arms.
"It's not bad. I'm vigilant enough." Ye Gengyi was about to say a few more words after crawling out, but when his eyes fell on the blood at Ginjiu's feet, he was startled again, "How did it end up like this?"
Gin ignored him.
Seeing this, Vodka had no choice but to explain: "It should be that woman's accomplice. We encountered an ambush here."
"Okay, this is really bad news," Ye Gengyi shrugged, took out his phone and walked to Ginjiu, saying, "Take a look at this."
"When did it happen?" Gin's eyes fell on the photo, and he said coldly: "Where are the Pisk people?"
"Oh... I knocked him unconscious and threw him in the wine cellar below."
Ye Gengyi said, paused for a moment and then pretended to add casually: "...By the way, he wanted to kill me just now. It's really reassuring. The organization's confidentiality work is really thorough. , even such an old man doesn’t know I exist..."
"Brother...Icewine, what happened?" Vodka came over belatedly.
"Pisk has been exposed. This heroic picture of him shooting and being captured by someone has been conservatively estimated to have at least more than 200,000 views."
Ye Gengyi had no intention of showing Vodka his phone, and continued to say to Gin: "You know, it's not convenient for me to get involved in this kind of thing, so I'll leave the task of reporting to the BOSS to you."
"Ha... I never thought that guy Pisk would be so stupid." Gin took out his cell phone from his arms with cold eyes, compiled an email about what happened here, and sent it out.
"Gunshot wound? Has the bullet been removed?" Ye Gengyi asked.
"You look happy?" Gin raised his head and looked back coldly.
"I'm too worried, do you need help?"
Ye Gengyi had a calm expression. He knelt down to help him check his wounds. After a moment of silence, he commented: "Although the key position was not injured, I was able to escape from you two. It seems that the other party's shooting skills are good."
Vodka: "Big brother fired it himself."
Gin: "..."
"Oh..." Ye Gengyi responded and raised his head: "You have good shooting skills."
Gin: "..."
Vodka: "..."
"Give me a dagger," Ye Gengyi ignored the looks from the two men and continued: "And a lighter."
Gin didn't say anything, but silently took out a black leather bag from his waist and placed it on the ground beside him.
Although he could handle this kind of wound himself, it was more convenient to have someone help him.
