Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Haha, it tastes awful, doesn't it!"

While his mother went out to answer a phone call, Milton laughed heartily, teasing his friend whom he had just met.

After spending the afternoon together, he found that apart from saying some nice things and being very polite, the guy didn't seem to have any romantic intentions, which put him at ease.

"Milton, are you often bullied or teased at school?" Lin Feng asked, chewing something.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Milton was rendered silent.

"How did you know?" Milton asked dejectedly.

This topic is very unpleasant.

"I don't think you can intimidate them just because you've learned some kung fu," Lin Feng said, shaking his head.

"Then what should I do."

Milton asked, somewhat frustrated.

It's not that bad, but being teased is unpleasant, so why would anyone find pleasure in it?

“What you need is courage, nothing else,” Lin Feng said, glancing at Milton.

You're not exactly skinny, so surely you're not afraid to fight. Is the other side an elephant?

“You’re right, I should go buy a gun!” Milton suddenly slammed his hand on the table and said.

"Do you want to stage a school shooting...?" Lin Feng coughed.

You really are a teachable person...

"Is it a switchblade or a utility knife?" Milton asked, his fear of the gory scene returning.

Can you really wash off a splatter of blood?
"Just fight it out with your fists. If it really comes to that, I'll suggest you transfer schools," Lin Feng said speechlessly.

The students here are all extraordinary.

While the two were discussing this serious topic, Marianne finished her phone call and went into the restaurant.

"I have something to take care of. It's too late today, so please don't go out," Marian said, and then quickly packed up.

She put on the trench coat she had worn during the day, over which she wore a fitted white wool sweater, along with suit pants and high heels.

“Hey, don’t stare at her,” Milton reminded him again.

I can introduce you to the bully's mother.

"I see another car outside. Do you have the key?" Lin Feng asked as he watched Marian drive away.

"What do you want to do?" Milton asked, slightly wary.

"You should know that I never eat someone else's food for free."

Even the worst food tastes the same.

Lin Feng stood up with a smile and said.

Of course, I went to solve the problem.

“I don’t understand what you mean, but you’re not a bad person, right?” Milton asked.

"Don't worry, I don't want to be your father..."

……

"Drip drip!"

Marian kept honking the horn, trying to get the slow-moving driver in front of her to hurry up.

The call was from someone from that organization, asking me to meet them and specifying a time when I would arrive. The time was very tight.

She swerved the steering wheel, dangerously overtook the vehicle in front, and sped off towards the agreed-upon location.

Are you scared? Of course you are.

But she couldn't let everything she had be destroyed.

It's one thing if my job is ruined, but what if it gets out and my child is left to fend for themselves?

He had hidden a pistol in his coat pocket, hoping it might come in handy.

Twenty minutes later.

She parked her car on a secluded, deserted riverbank and looked at a car in the distance that was shining its high beams in her direction.

Because it was high beam, she couldn't see anything clearly.

She got out of the car and stood to the side waiting.

"Hehe, you should be glad that the organization has caught you red-handed, otherwise you would have become a target for elimination."

A familiar cold laugh rang out, and Marianne also heard the sound of the car door opening and closing.

Two people appeared to get off the bus. "Clear?"

The man's words made Marian frown. She recalled several recent news reports, not just in Britain, but it seemed that some people...

"Brother, should we teach her a lesson?" Vodka asked, hands in his pockets, looking at the woman being shone by the high beams.

Gin is a cold-blooded killer and wouldn't do anything strange, but we can teach her a lesson first and show her what's what.

“Vodka, don’t scare our partner,” Gin said, moving to stand in front of the car headlights.

Marian finally got a vague idea of ​​the person's face: a black trench coat with a high collar, a hat, and silver-white hair.

His eyes were long and narrow, exuding a chilling aura; this kind of guy was more terrifying than a venomous snake.

Marian didn't even have the courage to pull out her pistol and confront them.

"..."

Vodka, seeing his older brother's movements, followed suit and walked with great style to the other side in front of the car headlights.

A suit, sunglasses, a square face, and unwavering loyalty to vodka!

“We should talk about what we discussed before,” Gin said, glancing at Vodka before addressing the woman opposite him.

"There might be other solutions to this problem." Marian really didn't want to do that.

"It seems you've misunderstood something. This is an order." Gin's eyes were cold, and without a word, he pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Marian.

Your chance to live was hard-won.

Please don't test my patience, thank you.

“You, you all…” Marian stepped back slightly, genuinely startled by the other party’s actions.

The moment the gun was pointed at her, she didn't think the other person was joking.

"Big brother."

At that moment, Vodka called out to Gin.

A bright light was approaching from a distance.

The silver-haired assassin frowned as he looked over.

It's best to avoid being bothered by any crazy people at this time.

"Om~"

"Om~"

It was the sound of a motorcycle, and you could tell from the sound that it wasn't cheap.

They were getting closer, but it was too dark for the two men in black to see who was sitting on top.

"Hmph, I hope this isn't one of your tricks!" Gin said, glancing at Marian.

“B-Big brother, that guy on the motorcycle…” Vodka’s eyes showed fear, and he couldn’t even speak.

I saw him; he was wearing a black hoodie, completely black.

At the same time, Gin's hair stood on end, cold sweat poured down his back, and a familiar feeling surged into his heart.

That was an incredibly strong sense of crisis and fear.

He was also tricked into telepathy.

"Quick, Vodka, there's something in the trunk!" Gin raised his gun and fired at the figure.

The motorcycle was very fast, arriving almost in the blink of an eye. Faced with the gunfire, the man simply threw the motorcycle away.

Yes, it's like some kind of acrobatic act.

The clanging sound rang out as bullets struck the motorcycle.

At the same time, the motorcycle slid and crashed into the running vodka.

"Dangdang!"

They crashed into the car driven by the two men in black. The car was severely damaged, but unlike in the movies, it didn't explode.

Vodka stopped in time, thus avoiding being hit and killed.

"It's you!"

The silver-haired assassin stared intently at the man in black opposite him.

Marian followed his gaze and looked over.

She had no idea who this mysterious person was.

The man who had just been coldly threatening him was now trembling slightly in the hand holding the gun… (End of Chapter)