Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

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Sano exhaled, bent down to pick up the pistol from the ground, pointed it at the two men, and a cruel sneer appeared on his lips.

"Do you know that you are the second person who dared to use hostages to threaten me... If the first person had been reincarnated successfully, the grass on his grave should be... no, it should be weaned by now, and he should even be calling me 'Mom'."

"what?"

"boom!"

Before the man could react to what Sano meant, Sano had already pulled the trigger. A soft thud was followed by a burst of blood.

Sano didn't rely on the organization's game consoles recently; he used training equipment to train his marksmanship. Although his improvement was limited by his basic attributes, it was still a positive result.

Moreover, the pistol Sano is currently holding is a women's pistol with negligible recoil, allowing him to fully utilize his abnormal eyesight.

Finally, there's the factor that the two sides are now only three or four meters apart...

If he still couldn't hit it, Sano felt he might as well find a block of tofu and smash his head against it to die and travel to the next world.

Blood was splattered around the man's eyes, and drops of blood gathered on his eyelashes.

Slowly turning his head, he saw Bingjiu in his arms, who seemed to have encountered something unbelievable, with wide eyes and a bloody hole on his forehead. The man was so frightened that he pushed the other person away and fell to the ground with a thud.

"You, you!?"

Looking at the lifeless body of Bingjiu on the ground, eyes wide open in death, and the demon-like figure beside her, fear began to creep into the man's eyes: "How could you kill her!?"

Chapter 170, 169: Difficult to handle? Then let's not do it!

"Why can't I kill her? Didn't you want to kill her? I'm just helping you."

Sano stepped toward the man: "As a human being, I have to have a sense of morality. I helped you, so you have to help me too, right? I'll be in a little trouble if she dies, so could you please help me and die with her?"

The man's breathing became rapid, his pupils trembled, and his heartbeat quickened.

A few seconds later, the man's heart, which felt like it was about to jump out of his throat, finally stopped beating after a gunshot.

Sano looked at Bingjiu on the other end, shook his head and sighed with a hint of regret. This seemed to be the teammate who had cooled off the fastest, truly breaking the record.

This is not my fault; I can only blame the other party for being so useless that they were taken hostage.

How could Sano stand this insult?

I might as well just let the man's "threat" disappear and see what else he can come up with to threaten me later.

...Now it seems that it is no longer available.

Sano tried switching his disguise, and after confirming that there were no miniature cameras or innocent bystanders around to deal with, he placed the pistol from the ice wine in the man's hand and held it for a moment before taking out his phone and making a call.

That evening, Gin sat at the cocktail bar, drinking alone.

The vodka beside him didn't dare to utter a sound, for fear of offending the other party.

At a certain moment, the phone rang, and Gin pressed the answer button.

"Lord Gin, the situation has been confirmed. It seems that guy ambushed her, stole her gun, and killed her. He was then counterattacked and killed by Lord Rye. His fingerprints were also found on the gun."

Gin hung up the phone and took another sip of his drink.

So, was this really just another mistake?

And not only did they not get the money, they also lost a codename member for nothing?

What a huge loss...

Looking at Gin, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent, Vodka hesitated for a moment before finally speaking cautiously: "Boss, actually, there's been a rumor about rye for a while now."

"Ok?"

Gin turned around: "What rumors?"

"Everyone says this guy has bad luck on him; whoever teams up with him dies..."

Vodka's voice trailed off, as if he felt his actions resembled tattling, and about something so vague and unsubstantiated.

However, to Vodka's surprise, Gin did not show any... strangeness after hearing his words. Instead, he lowered his head and pondered.

If you look closely, from the very beginning with Coron to Tequila, then to Mezcal and now Icewine, almost every teammate who teams up with Sano ends up dying in a mission.

Gin certainly had his doubts, but Vermouth survived the Shenlong mission, didn't she...?

Ok?

When did I start to accept that teaming up with Sano would inevitably lead to a high probability of death?

Could it be that my subconscious mind thinks the same way?

After lighting a cigarette, Gin suddenly remembered the reminder Vermouth had given him after the Shenlong mission, as well as the summary of the mission process she had submitted.

A guess formed in Gin's mind, and he immediately took out his phone and called Sano.

"Hey, what can I do for you, Lord Gin?"

"Come to the cocktail bar tomorrow and do a mission with me."

"Okay..."

Half-asleep, Sano hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

After hanging up the phone, Gin exhaled a deep white dragon, while Vodka beside him thoughtfully stroked his chin.

Is my older brother so skeptical that he wants to personally experience whether teaming up with Sano will actually lead to trouble?

...With your brother being so capable, even if he's dragged down by that jinx Sano, he should be fine, right?

I just need to be careful; I need to be 100% vigilant tomorrow.

Considering his own life, Vodka immediately became serious and decided to cram for the night and practice his sprint so he could escape in a crisis.

……

The next day, Sano, now wearing a rye vest, hitched a ride with Gin in front of the Daikoku Building and drove to an abandoned factory.

"Same as always, take both the money and the goods, and kill them all."

Just before getting out of the car, Gin revealed the details of the mission: "There are a dozen or so outer guards crouching outside. They'll come in to provide support as soon as the gunfire starts."

"Ok."

Sano readily agreed and then followed Gin and his henchman Vodka into the factory.

"Yo, it's been a long time, Gin."

Inside the factory, about twenty or thirty people were gathered together. Upon seeing Gin, one of them, a bald man who was probably the leader, stood up and greeted him with a smile.

Judging from his appearance, the bald guy should be a Westerner. I wonder if he's been around Japan for a long time. At least he seems to know Gin quite well.

After Gin nodded, he sat down directly opposite the bald man and gestured to Vodka to take out a box and place it on the table.

One of the henchmen behind the bald man also placed a box on it.

The two sides exchanged boxes.

Sano didn't know what was in the box Gin gave him, but he could see that the bald man's box was filled with neatly arranged banknotes.

"Tsk."

After looking at the box Gin gave him, the bald man clicked his tongue in displeasure: "Gin, this shipment isn't very good. If it's like this next time, things might get complicated."

"Difficult to handle?"

Before Gin could speak, Sano couldn't help but say, "Then let's just not do it."

The bald man was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting to be suddenly challenged. But looking at Sano's unfamiliar face, which he had never seen before, he cautiously looked at Gin, who was equally surprised, and asked, "Who is he?"

"I am your father."

Before Gin could even speak, Sano launched into a tirade, then drew his gun and fired two shots at the bald man.

As the blood blossomed, Sano muttered to himself, "Do they really think our brewery is easy to bully? They're just putting on airs."

The atmosphere at the scene froze for a moment because of Sano's sudden shooting, and then the gunfight broke out immediately.

"Damn it, they're trying to double-cross us. Let's take them down!"

"hidden!"

The bald guy's henchmen cursed and drew their guns, but Gin was faster and drew his gun first, killing two people. He then called for Sano and Vodka to find cover.

He's a madman, a complete madman!

Vodka didn't even have time to draw his gun before he lunged behind the sofa, drenched in cold sweat.

Who the hell would start shooting without giving any signal?!

Aren't they afraid of getting riddled with bullets?!

Gin huddled at the other end of the sofa, his brow furrowed.

Is Sano out of his mind? There's such a huge difference in numbers between the two sides. In a head-on confrontation, our side is at a disadvantage. Why is he in such a hurry to make a move before we've even given him a signal?

According to Gin's original plan, he should have found the best opportunity to catch the enemy off guard, and then found cover to temporarily delay the situation while waiting for the outer perimeter members to come in and provide support.

This kid is still too young.

Gin intended to turn around and criticize Sano to teach him a lesson, but when he turned around, he met the gaze of Vodka, who was covered in cold sweat, and they fell into a brief silence.

Vodka looked at his older brother and gradually realized that the other man wasn't actually looking at him.

So now the question is...

Where's Sano?

Gunfire continued to erupt in the factory, but there seemed to be no bullets falling around the sofa.

...What are those bald guy's henchmen shooting at right now?

An answer came to mind.

The two peeked out and, sure enough, saw Sano standing in the open space, not seeking cover.

Then, after seeing clearly Sano's current situation and his actions, the two involuntarily held their breath, their pupils slightly contracting, as if they had seen something incredible.

What the hell is this?!

Looking ahead, a dozen or twenty henchmen in the workshop were firing guns at Sano in the middle.

Bullets rained down, seemingly trying to engulf Sano.