mtlumby2d Chapter 393 The Sniper is Useless
Chapter 393 The Sniper is Useless
"..."
Conan lowered his head, feeling that the answer was somewhat perfunctory.
Seeing the two of them deep in thought, Karasuma Renya checked the time, turned around, and spoke to them.
"I've told you so much. As detectives, you can figure out the rest on your own."
Conan and Heiji Hattori looked up upon hearing this, but Renya Karasuma had already vanished from the scene.
The two looked at each other, then dragged their suddenly heavy bodies toward the theater exit.
Ten minutes after the two left, Karasuma Renya reappeared on the theater stage.
He didn't actually have the ability to teleport; he had only temporarily concealed his presence.
Besides, he couldn't leave now; he was responsible for cleaning up the bloodstains that had seeped into the floor.
……
Conan and Heiji Hattori are walking down the street.
The two remained silent, as if by unspoken agreement, until they reached the crossroads where they would part ways. Only then did Conan ask Heiji Hattori.
"Hattori, what are you thinking?"
Hattori Heiji cleared his mind of all distractions and helplessly shrugged.
"Don't ask me, I don't know anything."
It's about superpowers again, and some kind of potential modification and human body development.
Although they understood that the world was still the same world and had not changed in the slightest, Hattori Heiji still found it hard to accept that there was such a group of superpowered individuals.
Speaking of which, are most of the people in this organization old fogies from a century ago?
Do you think what he said is credible?
Hearing Conan throw out another question, Hattori Heiji squatted down, squinted, and said helplessly.
"Kudo, you're probably the person who's had the most contact with Qi Ming. Even if I give you the answer, I guess you already have your own answer in your heart, right?"
Conan fell silent upon hearing this.
Qi Ming's previous words and Karasuma Renya's current answers.
He couldn't quite tell who was telling the truth and who was lying.
……
The next day, Teitan High School.
A large group of men in black stood at the school gate, most of them looking completely bewildered.
Parents and students passing by quickly moved away from them, as these people looked like dangerous individuals based on their demeanor and attire.
However, a few hotheads stood aside with great interest, commenting on everyone's appearance.
Who am I? Where am I? These are the inner monologues of these men in black.
"Hey, Mr. Ma, is this team building? Are we going to do something big here today?!"
Chianti leaned closer to Qi Ming and asked, her voice tinged with excitement.
"Who told you to cause trouble? We're just having fun today."
"Yeah, killing is just for fun."
Qi Ming rolled his eyes at Chianti and took a small step back to distance himself from the antisocial lunatic beside him.
"Today we're just relaxing and enjoying our youth, understand?"
"..."
Chianti's expression instantly darkened.
"I thought you were going to take us on some big mission..."
Qi Ming always felt that Chianti was becoming more and more unrestrained after the organization's various constraints were removed.
"It's good to have this intention. Sometimes team building is a big deal, and sometimes it's just for fun. You'll gradually understand this in the future."
Qi Ming turned around and glanced at Cohen, who had already stepped back half a step out of the school gate, his eyes sharpening.
"Cohen, what are you going to do?"
Cohen straightened up abruptly and stammered.
"I, I'm going out to use the restroom."
"There are toilets everywhere in this school, are you crazy? Go use a public toilet outside!"
Cohen swallowed hard and said:
"I...I never went to school."
"..."
"Hey, Brother Qi Ming!"
A small figure not far away spotted Qi Ming, who stood out the most among the group of members, and ran over with small steps.
Seeing Ayumi standing in front of him, Qi Ming squatted down and asked in confusion:
"what happened?"
Ayumi pointed to a small shop not far away and said somewhat dejectedly:
"There's a balloon popping shop over there, but I can't seem to pop any balloons. Brother Qi Ming, could you help me?"
"Shooting balloons, what a coincidence!"
Qi Ming patted Cohen on the shoulder.
"This old man is quite good at shooting balloons, let him help you."
Grandpa?
Cohen looked at Qi Ming and pointed to himself.
He's just got a little gray hair, and you call me grandpa?
He's in the prime of his life right now, okay?
Led by Bu Mei, Qi Ming and Cohen arrived at the balloon popper.
Seeing the three leave, the group of members behind them exchanged glances and followed, unsure of what to do next.
Vermouth, on the other hand, was quite proactive and left the group to go to the theater.
She had heard Ran Mouri mention at the restaurant that their class would be putting on a play at the school festival, so she decided to go check it out now.
"Excuse me, may I ask who you are?"
Seeing the large group of people walking towards him, the student managing the shop swallowed hard and smiled obsequiously.
His gaze fell on Ayumi, and his heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that this little girl called someone to punish her because she missed hitting the balloon?
"Don't panic, we're just here to play ball."
"Okay, okay, you guys take your time."
Hearing what Qi Ming said, the student finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Grandpa, please take care of me. Grandpa, you can do it!"
Cohen, who had just picked up the gun, twitched at the corner of his mouth when he heard Ayumi say that.
Ignoring Ayumi's words, Cohen raised his gun and aimed it at the balloon.
The balloons in this shop are moving targets; no wonder the little girl couldn't hit them.
But for a professional sniper like him, it's no different from playing around.
Cohen took a deep breath and then pulled the trigger.
call out--
As the bullet was fired, Cohen froze, then abruptly ripped off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes hard.
The balloons in front are intact.
Nani?
Did he miss?
How could a professional sniper make a mistake in such a childish game as shooting balloons?