Conan: Drag Conan into the winery at the beginning

Before the examination of the warehouse, Shoji crouched and Conan repeatedly emphasized the precautions.

"Well, you report it again, I'm afraid you will make a mistake." Shoji was not at ease and asked again.

Conan racked his brains and said like a dish: "First of all, the most important thing is not to expose the identity of the big brother of ginjiu, as an undercover agent, he must have no feelings, and the big brother of gin wine will clean himself up for the peace of the country and society."

"Second, I can't expose the fact that I have become smaller and that I used to be Kudo Shinichi, APTX4869 The actual effect of the potion is too peculiar, and many things cannot be done."

"Third, reduce contact with big brother Gin Jiu, my identity is the fourth generation of the organization recommended by the Minister of Finance, mainly responsible for detective matters."

"Fourth... Don't expose too much strength, a small child is not so powerful..."

"Fifth, Detective Conan will never take off his glasses."

......

"Brother Zhuangsi, why can't you take off your glasses."

"Because Gin Jiu likes handsome guys with glasses." Shoji replied casually.

Conan-chan was shocked.

After seeing Conan recite the five points that came out of his mouth, Shoji nodded with satisfaction, there is no room for improvement if people do not die, and I am not Higashino Shoji if I do not die.

How could the matter of bringing Conan to see Gin Wine not be created by him!

He pulled Conan, who was a little cramped, into the door that led to the winery.

Behind the door, Gin Jiu was smoking boredly, and today he was going to kill a few more mice. But Johnsi, and the damn finance minister had to stay and take a good look at the future of the organization.

Martini didn't reply to his message, and the first thing he did when he got up was to recommend him a 7-year-old boy.

Just a schoolboy, what a master of solving cases, reasoning everyone, Zhuangji also said that he was more powerful than when he was younger.

Koto-chan expressed his anger!

Impossible, absolutely impossible, I am invincible in the world.

It turned out that he wanted to refuse, who cares what the old man thought.

But in view of the fact that Shoji helped the organization make a big wave last night, although he did not catch Akai Shuichi, but saw him fall into the river with his own eyes, it is estimated that he is dead, and the whole person of Gin Jiu is much more comfortable.

He reluctantly took an hour to see how good the two of them could recommend.

Vodka shouted on the side: "Big brother, Zhuangsi, he is looking down on you, who doesn't know that the eldest brother is the leader of the organization at a young age, you can endure this!"

Then he whispered, "I can't stand vodka!" "

Shut up, vodka." Gin Jiu glanced at vodka impatiently, and the anger in his heart was hooked up by vodka a little.

Then I saw Shoji walk in with a little fart pushing the door.

Hmph, just this little brat, I can punch him to cry.

Gin Jiu stood still, and then he saw that this little fart child's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, looking at himself as if he was looking at an idol.

Another little devil poisoned by Japanese polar culture, joining the organization just thinks the organization is cool, such consumables, what is the use of joining the organization.

Thanks to the fact that he also specially prepared some topics for this little fart child, it seems that it is useless.

Gin Jiu looked at Conan and said coldly: "I don't care about your name, nor what you come for, three questions, pistols, solving cases, and sniping." As long as you can do everything, I will allow you to join the organization. "

What Shoji said doesn't count, what I said counts..." Before

Gin Jiu could finish speaking, Conan had already picked up the pistol on the ground and aimed it at the target in front of him.

As early as when he first entered the training room, Conan had already observed the situation, okay! It's the living gin wine big brother yes! The previous great kindness, I, Kudo Shinichi, will definitely repay you.

There is also vodka next to it, and there is a lot of monitoring on the head, it is estimated that the results of the test will be saved at that time, and you have to pay attention to it.

On the ground lay a real gun, the Beretta M92F pistol.

This material, this feeling, is definitely a real gun, Conan has to admire the generosity of the organization, and when training, he is willing to give him a little fart trust and give him a real gun.

Uncle Maori refused to even show him the file, and he was helpless.

He raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at the opposite target.

Air... Temperature... Humidity, are the best shooting environment, the luxury of the organization can be seen.

In front of the training ground that the organization spent a lot of money to simulate, no matter from all aspects, it was as perfect as possible, and even achieved the state simulation after shooting.

Cohen often shoots people in the head here, but there are not many gins, and he likes to use real people as targets.

One shot!

The target of the tissue automatically reports the location of the hit.

"10 rings."

The second shot, Conan looked at the moving target next to him, the second shot.

"Bang!"

"10 rings."

With the third shot, he aimed at the farther target

"Bang!"

"9 rings."

...... The Zhuangsi people are stupid, you have a problem with this shooting level, isn't this much more powerful than Amuro?

Is Conan possessed by some Maori Kogoro, he can't help but look at Conan's skill panel, yes, it's just B.

It can't be that the gin wine has lowered the difficulty, and a Martini who does not want to be named can barely hit 8 or 9 rings when training.

Mo wasn't Conan too excited....

"Ahem, Conan." Zhuangji reminded Conan not to jump too much, and the young man not to be too arrogant!

Conan shook, broken, and forgot to hide himself.

Then he turned his head to see what state Brother Gin Jiu was in now.

I saw the smoke of gin wine fall to the ground, and a smile passed at the corner of his mouth, "Very good, very good." As

if seeing a rare treasure, he didn't care what Conan's reasoning ability was, but as a future member of the organization, strong force would be his strongest guarantee.

Can't beat others you say a fart ah, he thought Conan was too small at first, but... Guns are different, guns are the same in the hands of children, adults, or old people.

On the contrary, because of the identity of the child, he has more possibilities for assassination.

Gin Jiu had already conceived seven or eight methods of assassination in his head.

"Hmph, good, go ahead."

Encouraged, Conan continued to shoot in the empty training room.

Shot after shot, the echo of the pistol echoed through the room.

Vodka held his breath and listened to the 10 rings and 8 rings continuously broadcast by the system, and the lowest was 7 rings.

Gin Jiu's smile grew stronger.

"Good, let's just say you passed, but it's far worse than me." Gin Jiu said coldly, looking at Conan from above.

Vodka pressed next to him: "Big brother... Are you 7 years old too? "

Shut up, vodka."