Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 998

kill him!

At the very least, we need to make two holes in that fatso!
John the crew-cut temporarily dismantled the mechanism he had set up.

Holding a pistol, he roughly pulled open the door.

This isn't some respectable neighborhood, you'd better be prepared!

"you……"

The sound stopped suddenly.

He saw a man in black carrying his neighbor, a fat man who weighed a good three hundred pounds.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, John." Lin Feng's voice had returned to its icy tone as he greeted the other man with a smile.

The next instant, before the other party could raise his gun, he threw a lump of meat at him.

"Bang bang bang!"

As expected of a top-notch marksman, John found an opening in the gap and pulled the trigger.

This neighbor is such an eyesore; he's a master at blocking the view.

The door was smashed open by the neighbor. John knew he couldn't move the guy in a short time, so he could only quickly back away and grab a magazine from the table to change it.

"Didn't the organization give you any funding? Is this the kind of place you're living in?"

Lin Feng pushed open the door and walked in.

The room was small, and not far away was a single bed. Mr. John was standing by the window, pointing a gun at himself.

"The Dark Knight".

“I’m the best shooter,” John said, his eyes fixed on the other man.

Of course he had seen this guy's file.

Every single achievement is astonishing.

I should be hundreds of yards away, aiming a sniper rifle at the enemy. Why, why did they suddenly target me?

As for organizational funding.

The amount given was quite substantial, but this little hut was inconspicuous yet provided a sense of security, making it perfect for healing after a mission, and maybe even getting a puppy...

"I always thought Gin was the best gunman in the organization," Lin Feng said with a laugh.

At least when it comes to eliminating his own people, Gin is very skilled, and his marksmanship is also excellent.

It's not very effective against enemies.

"Get out of here, now!"

John tried his best to regulate his breathing and heartbeat.

He was certain that the gun in his hand was ready.

However, he lacked the confidence he had when dealing with ordinary targets, which is why he shouted for the other party to leave immediately.

"Now you can show me the best gunman." Lin Feng showed no intention of backing down, and said with a sneer, standing still.

"Oh!"

The first bullet was fired.

Missed.

John watched as his opponent subtly shifted his body, effortlessly dodging the shot, and then stood still, waiting for his next shot.

humiliation.

Yes, a sense of humiliation suddenly welled up in his heart.

It's like a parent jokingly teaching their child: Come on, keep going, don't be afraid, you can't hurt me.

"Boom bang bang..."

John kept pulling the trigger, feeling as if he had entered a state of complete concentration, even one with the gun.

This is a level that many gun enthusiasts will never reach in their entire lives.

However, not a single shot hit its mark.

No matter how well you anticipate and block it, it will be of no use.

"Oh shit!"

John angrily slammed the gun at the man.

Then, as if he had lost his mind, he rushed over.

Fear, panic, and dread—at this moment, none of these emotions could overcome the anger welling up inside.

"Very good, at least you've proven that you're a very courageous gunman." Lin Feng smiled.

Even Gin wouldn't dare to rush over like that.

He might even resort to trickery to escape.

"Oh!"

After breaking his wings and putting him into a deep sleep with a punch, Lin Feng looked towards the door.

Even though this guy named John used a silencer, it wasn't exactly quiet. Of course, it could also be because I was banging on the door like crazy.

The residents in the apartments outside the door began to avoid the gaze of the man in black.

"Now, you can call the police."

"I guarantee that no one will retaliate."

Lin Feng grabbed John by the neck, then aimed at the window and hurled him out.

"Wow~"

The body broke through the old window, falling along with shards of glass and hitting the roof of a car. The alarm went off, and for a moment it became noisy outside.

"what happened?!"

The car alarm startled a very tired old agent who was fast asleep. Mary stood behind the window and looked out onto the street.

There was a body on the car.

That was the gunman I'd been watching for days. He'd only recently joined the organization and had even executed an assassination mission flawlessly. How could he have fallen to his death at this time?

Mary didn't make any rash moves. She stayed behind the curtains, staring at the apartment across the street, at room 407 with its broken window.

Shortly after, a man in black walked out of the apartment building with an air of nonchalance. He even went to the car and glanced at the corpse.

"That is?"

Mary's eyes narrowed.

Suddenly, as if noticing her gaze, the person looked towards the window where she was hiding.

Mary took a step back and saw through the gap in the curtains that the other person turned around as if they wanted to leave. She quickly put on her coat and ran outside.

She wanted to know why the other party had made a move, and at this particular time.

That outfit.

It's the Dark Knight...

Mary practically leaped down the stairs, demonstrating the physical prowess expected of a secret agent, and instantly reached the bottom.

By this time, the figure had already gone quite far.

"Hey, there's a note here!"

A few of the bolder guys gathered around the corpse and shouted loudly.

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Mary quickly went over.

"What's written on it?"

She asked those people.

"Nothing was written on it," the man holding the note said, tilting his head.

Did I mention what was written on the note?
"..."

Mary glanced at the guy with a gloomy face.

I really want to give you a couple of slaps too!

She walked to the side, stared at the corpse from a distance, and dialed a phone.

“It’s me. The Dark Knight has appeared, just as you expected,” she said into the phone.

Has he contacted you?

Shuichi Akai's voice rang out as he asked.

“No, he doesn’t seem to need help.” Mary knew the gunman’s skill very well; the fact that he could take down the opponent without being injured spoke volumes.

However, that organization is not simple either.

“I will get to Europe as soon as possible; this might be a good opportunity,” Shuichi Akai said after a moment’s thought.

An excellent opportunity to eliminate most of the organization's power.

Having just moved their base, they are already suffering a major blow.

"I will try my best to find some support."

“The equipment is fine, but I don’t think you need me to provide weapons,” Mary said with a light laugh.

"I will also find some reliable people..."

……

"What did you draw, Raymond?"

As the sun slowly rose, students gradually entered the classroom.

The girl looked at her deskmate who was very good at drawing.

This guy started drawing as soon as he arrived this morning.