"But we still have three hours before departure!"
Jumping off the chair, Conan muttered:
"I'm going back to my room to catch up on some sleep..."
"I'll go take care of the physiological problems of the two guys in the cargo compartment before I go to sleep."
Sakaki glanced at him:
"Also, remember to send them some breakfast."
"I know, I know!"
Yawning, Conan, Hattori Heiji and Kid left the restaurant and walked towards the parking lot.
Back in the room, Makoto Sakaki pulled out the MK23, unloaded the chamber and checked the magazine. After finding out that there were 11 bullets left, he put the magazine aside, asked Miss Miyano for a Colt M1911, and began to clean the rifling with a tampon, performing regular gun maintenance.
Precision equipment needs regular maintenance, otherwise it may break down at any time, usually at a critical moment.
Sakaki Makoto doesn't want to pull the trigger one day and not get any response...
"You really like this gun."
Miss Miyano sat at the table, watching her boyfriend's meticulous wiping movements, and said with a smile:
"Which gun do you prefer, this one or the Colt?"
"Colt."
Sakaki Makoto said without hesitation:
"The MK23 is a tool, but the Colt left by my father has a deeper meaning. Rather than calling it a gun, it is more appropriate to call it a spiritual symbol."
"But you gave me one."
"Just treat it as a token of love. Is that romantic enough?"
"............"
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