I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Fuck—?"

The man was knocked down by Conan's football before he had time to make this sound.

"Run!" Conan pulled up Tetsu Ito, who was staring at the glowing football in a daze, and ran forward. There were footsteps in the alley behind him. But probably because they were all wounded, no one had caught up with them for the time being.

They ran all the way along the narrow alley. If nothing else, the end of the alley was another road leading to the city, but there was a lot of detours there, so there should be no one there.

--should.

The fact is that as soon as they left the alley, they were held up with submachine guns.

Conan gritted his teeth.

Step back... The wounded who were chasing after him were not strong, but a lot of them were still holding guns, and they were not able to deal with the only anesthesia needle they had.

... If I can go back safely, I must ask Dr. A Li to pack a few more.

"I didn't expect that there are really restless people." The people in front of them looked at them with a smile, "Little brother, what are you using the camera for?"

"Uh..." Conan took two steps back holding the camera, trying to make himself look very naive and naive, "Uncle just came out to show me off."

"That's right." Idong Zhe wiped his sweat, "This kid is clamoring to come out to play, and I can't help it...I don't know about you...uh..."

"I don't know? Then show me the camera."

Before Conan could say anything, the people behind him had already caught up, "Feathertail, they killed the Twilight Mouse!"

Yuwei squinted, and the next second, the muzzle of the gun went to Tetsu Ito's forehead, with a gloomy tone, "Say, who sent you?"

"Injustice!" I Dongzhe was frightened and trembled, and waved his hands again and again, "We really didn't mean it!"

"So you still got it?" Yu Wei's mouth raised an evil smile, "It's really—"

His words were interrupted by a cold voice.

"—What are you doing?"

The world was silent for a second.

Feathertail froze for a moment. He turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

I don't know why, when Conan heard this voice, he was subconsciously relieved.

"Mr. Qi?" To his surprise, their attitude towards Qi was even more respectful than he thought, "Why are you here?"

Nan Ling tilted his head and looked at the current situation, his black eyes were calm, "I don't need to explain to you. Answer my question."

"Ah...of course, of course." Feather smiled apologetically, "We're just dealing with unexpected events."

"Accident?" Nan Ling raised his eyebrows, but didn't look at him again, his eyes drifted down.

"Conan, come here."

Tetsu Ito: ?

No, does Conan actually know such a person who looks like a gangster at first glance?

Conan himself was stunned.

How does it feel... Qi's attitude towards himself has suddenly changed for the better?

But after thinking about it, he still walked over obediently - Qi was obviously protecting himself, but he was not so ignorant.

He also dragged Tetsu Ito who was stunned in the same place by the way.

"Mr. Qi, this is not very appropriate." Yuwei's expression was still impeccable politeness, but there was some dissatisfaction in her tone.

Nan Ling didn't look at him at all.

"Camera." He reached out to Conan.

Conan glanced at him, then at the aggressive Feathertail, hesitating for a while.

Nan Ling just stared at him without blinking. His eyes were filled with the meaning of 'I love dating or not, but I will hand you over if you don't hand over the camera'.

"...Sigh." Conan finally gave in. Obediently handed out his camera. Tetsu Ito also followed suit.

He still feels a little unreal now - that he will one day meet a scene like today that seems to only appear in movies.

"Delete the photo and return it to me." Nan Ling threw the two cameras into Yuwei's hands, "These two belong to me too."

Feather still wanted to bargain, "This...they saw it after all..."

"I saw it too." Nan Ling repelled the rest of his words in five words, "Where's the red tree?"

"...He's not here." Yuwei took a deep breath, trying to convince himself that he couldn't afford to offend him, "but I'm on the same level as him, you can tell me anything."

"Take me to the factory."

"There's still a war zone there." Feather turned around, "But if that's your wish..."

Nan Ling didn't speak, and Yuwei shrugged and led the way.

Conan carefully tugged at the corner of Nan Ling's clothes, and whispered, "Seven?"

"You don't understand people's words at all, do you?" Nan Ling looked ahead, his tone was so cold that it pierced people to death, "What did I tell you before?"

"Uh...do nothing?"

"Yes." Nan Ling persuaded himself to deal with Conan's reckless behavior calmly.

...can't calm down.

"If I hadn't come today, you would have died here." He said as he walked, not looking at Conan at all. "I can't cure a dead person."

"Are you a famous doctor?" Conan had to jog to catch up with Nan Ling. "Nan Ling is also a doctor. You and he were colleagues before?"

"no."

"That's Senior Brother?" Conan guessed, "But his medical skills don't seem to be very good..."

His impression of Nanling's medical skills was still 'rich second generation' and 'going through the back door'.

Nan Ling felt that blue veins had popped out of his forehead.

Who said that medical skills are not good!

"Nan Ling is about the same level as me." He tried to reverse his impression of Conan, "He's not bad."

"Really?" Conan looked incredulous, "but I don't seem to have seen him see a doctor."

"Really." Nan Ling proved to himself with a serious face, "It doesn't prove that you didn't see it."

He's great, isn't he? No matter in which life~www.wuxiahere.com~ no matter where he is, his medical skills have never been suspected. Not even the gin could pick out the slightest fault—it's that good.

Conan blinked and nodded, "It makes sense, so you are really brothers."

Obviously, he didn't care about Nanling's medical skills at all.

Nan Ling: ...

Oops, it seems to be tricked by Conan.

Damn, why did the protagonist suddenly become so smart...or did he become stupid?

"Is your teacher Dr. Hoffman?" Conan asked with interest. There is no self-consciousness that he is still in a dangerous situation, "Why don't you choose a serious career like Nan Ling?"

Serious occupation? Is your current occupation wrong?

Nan Ling felt that most of Conan's dancing today was because the lessons he had taught him were not enough.

Otherwise, just hit it right away.