Last time, Furuya Rei gave Hagiwara Kenji some advice on how to take the police exam, and he told him to borrow teaching materials from Morobushi Sora Ryo, and Hagiwara Kenji actually went to borrow them from Morobushi Sora Ryo.
Zhu Fu Kong Liang thought for a moment and said, "I have left all the information at home. I will give it to you next time when I am free."
Hagiwara Kenji knew that the Morobushi family were all from Nagano, and that the three brothers of the Morobushi family were adopted by different families, and that Morobushi Sora currently lived alone.
Therefore, it is easy to analyze from Zhu Fukongliang's tone that this home does not refer to the apartment where he lives alone, but the house where he lives with his adoptive parents.
Kenji Hagiwara was not in a hurry and said that they could talk about it when they were free.
Then the next afternoon, he received a delivery at the door of the safe house.
As a former bomb disposal police officer, he stared at the package without a mailing label for a while. After making sure that there were no dangerous items inside, he carefully opened the box and saw a stack of almost new textbook references and texts inside.
Kenji Hagiwara blinked his eyes, and then he confirmed from the names written on several of the books that these were the information that Morobuchi Soryo was talking about.
Hagiwara Kenji took a photo and sent it to Morobuchi Sora, with his usual frivolous tone: [Very fast, it has been delivered.]
Hagiwara Kenji: [But surprisingly, there are no notes at all. It is so clean that it looks like it was just bought.]
Zhu Fu Kong Liang: [What do you think it is like? ]
Hagiwara Kenji: [I thought it would be the kind of notes that were carefully marked with different colored markers, and you could tell at a glance that they were very serious?]
Zhu Fu Kong Liang: [Are you a little girl? ]
Hagiwara Kenji: [What a venomous tongue, Xiaokong Liang~]
Zhu Fu Kongliang never needed to take notes, as he could remember everything after just one look. Even if he was daydreaming and not listening carefully in class, all the images he saw and sounds he heard would be directly stored in his memory without any emphasis, and he could review them at any time.
Hagiwara Kenji took out all the books neatly, sighed deeply, and muttered helplessly: "I have already passed the exam once and graduated, but I have to start all over again..."
Let’s not talk about his identity issue for now. Even if there is no problem with his identity and nothing unexpected happens, he has always been Kenji Hagiwara. After seven years, when technology and regulations have been updated, he definitely cannot keep up.
Fortunately, Kenji Hagihara is still at the most vigorous and enthusiastic age, and what he has learned before will not be returned to the old teachers so quickly. So he just needs to make up for the part of the course that has been updated in the past seven years.
However, just as he was sorting out the materials, a photo suddenly appeared from an unknown textbook.
Kenji Hagiwara looked at the photo that had fallen on the ground, put the book away first, and then bent down to pick it up.
This is an old photo. It looks like it was taken several years ago and the pixels are not that high.
"...an abandoned rooftop of a high-rise building?" Hagiwara Kenji recalled it in his mind, but could not find any memory of the relevant floor. Then he turned the photo over and wrote a number on the back with a marker.
【127】
There was no year written on it, and it was not certain whether it was the date. But looking at the handwriting, Hagiwara Kenji tried to compare it and thought it was definitely the handwriting of Morobuchi Sora.
What is the meaning of this photo? Hagiwara Kenji stared at the photo for a while, hesitated in his mind, and decided to ask directly.
Hagiwara Kenji typed on his phone in his usual tone: [Xiaokong Liang, there is a photo in your textbook. Can I return it to you next time we meet?]
About five minutes later, the other party replied: [Yes. ]
Hagiwara Kenji stared at these simple words and muttered to himself, "You are so cautious."
On the other side, Zhuo Fu Kong Liang, who replied to the message perfunctorily, was sitting in a Porsche.
Yes, it is the well-known Porsche.
Zhu Fukongliang put away his phone. He was still wearing his formal suit for clocking in at the police station. The black-haired police officer took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and threw it to the silver-haired young man sitting next to him expressionlessly, complaining, "I'm not from the intelligence team. Isn't it better to let Plumb or Bourbon collect intelligence?"
Gin didn't answer this question, the answer to which was known to everyone. Zhufu Kongliang was too lazy to continue complaining, so he just gave an address and said to Vodka who was driving, "Just take me back."
Vodka seemed a little hesitant, and checked Gin's expression through the rearview mirror. Realizing that his elder brother did not refuse, he silently changed direction and drove away.
Looking at the obedient Vodka, Zhu Fukongliang tilted his head and suggested: "Should I also find a driver - I mean, a partner?"
Zhu Fu Kongliang leaned back in his chair, looking lazy and relaxed: "It feels so comfortable to have a special car to pick me up every day when I go to and from get off work."
"Are you bored?" Gin glanced at the black-haired young man beside him who tilted his head, exposing his neck. But even Vodka knew that even if he looked much more flawed now, once someone attacked Bylandide, Bylandide would immediately show his aggressive side.
"It's very boring. I feel like there is no fun at all." Zhu Fu Kongliang rarely told the truth.
Kusuo longs for an ordinary life, and Sousuke pursues Kusuo. They all have their own goals, and Sousuke Morobuchi also has one, but his goals are not the same as those of his brothers.
If I must say, Zhufu Kongliang is the most aimless and indifferent one among the brothers.
Although the work of resurrecting his brother has not yet been completed, Zhu Fu Kong Liang still feels a certain amount of tiredness? Or boredom?
Maybe it was because he had successfully resurrected one, or maybe he had just entered a short period of slackness. He suddenly felt very bored.
Gin's expression didn't change, but when Vodka drove the Porsche to the vicinity of the apartment, Gin said calmly: "There is an operation the day after tomorrow night, and we are still short of a sniper."
Zhu Fukongliang, who was not a sniper but could do the job part-time, had his eyes light up and immediately said, "Count me in!"
The plot of the comic follows Conan, but that doesn't mean the people who don't appear will stay frozen in place.
The technical content of this action plan is not particularly high. It is basically a routine of threatening people, getting intelligence, and then shooting.
Gin has a very bossy demeanor, but don’t forget that he first appeared in an amusement park, riding a roller coaster with Vodka (although the purpose was to identify the target person through the roller coaster).
There is also the Shinkansen Bomb Arc, which proves that Gin is actually quite down-to-earth.
Zhufu Kongliang was lying on the rooftop of a high-rise building, the cold wind blew through his small braid that was rarely tied up. Through the sniper scope, Zhufu Kongliang aimed at Gin's current location.
The organization has always been mysterious and vigilant, but there are also cannon fodder roles that are eyeing the organization's fat meat and feel that they can replace it. And this time, Gin was very lucky and actually encountered such a dog-eat-dog incident.
The sniper scope was aimed at Gin without hesitation, and a smile appeared on Morofu Kongliang's lips, which was completely different from the boredom he had shown before.
Right in front of Gin, less than a meter away, the man who had just exchanged a briefcase with him had not yet revealed a relaxed smile on his face - at this moment, a bullet from hundreds of meters away shot through his temple!
Blood spurted out in an instant! A little bit of red splashed onto Gin's beautiful silver hair!
Gin's wolf-like green eyes immediately aimed at the direction of the shooting. He was so far away that he shouldn't have seen Bailandide who was far away on another building. But just by imagining it, Gin could imagine the vicious and arrogant malicious smile on the face of that madman!
The killer with long silver hair also had a murderous look on his face as blood spurted out! He pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at the enemies who rushed out and seemed to be waiting for him to step on the trap!
The long trench coat and long silver hair never hinder Gin's actions. Gin holds the briefcase in one hand and holds the pistol in the other, harvesting life after life with bullets without hesitation!
Bailandide, who was a hundred meters away, cooperated well with the team. The bullet fired from the sniper rifle just passed by Gin's body at a certain moment, but hit another enemy who was almost close to Gin!
Bylandide snorted and laughed, not sure whether he felt sorry that the shot didn't hit Gin, or was sighing that his skills had not regressed.
After firing the first shot, the sniper's position would be exposed, so he could no longer stay in this position. Bailandide threw the sniper rifle into the warehouse, carrying a musical instrument box that was just for show, and directly climbed over the stairs, grabbing the railing of the stairs and jumping down a few floors in a few steps.
Bailandide returned to where Vodka had parked his car, opened the car door and got in with a smell of smoke all over his body, with a cheerful smile on his face that made Vodka feel cold behind him: "Vodka, go pick up your brother!"
Vodka reacted very quickly. He turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed directly to the battlefield where Gin was killing his enemies. He watched the silver-haired man who had been waiting there get into the car swiftly.
Gin's breathing did not speed up. Only the marks on his black windbreaker that were darker than black could prove what he had just encountered. The silver-haired young man with a cigarette in his mouth naturally gave an order to Vodka: "Find someone to deal with the scene."
Vodka immediately carried out the order - at this moment, he saw the picture in the rearview mirror. Vodka's eyes behind the sunglasses suddenly widened, and he immediately shifted his gaze away, not daring to look again.
Gin pointed his pistol directly at the pigtailed Bellandide's forehead. His fierce green eyes seemed to be darker than usual in the night. The smoke from the incense floated in the car, blurring the vision between the two people. The silver-haired man's voice was hoarse, and his words were obviously filled with murderous intent: "Are you having fun?"
Bailandide didn't mind aiming the gun at his forehead, and even leaned forward. His upturned blue cat eyes were incredibly bright, unconsciously tinged with a bit of inexplicable childishness. He answered briskly, "Of course!"
"——I'm so happy!"