Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

After Winnett finished speaking, Clyde, who was sitting in the front seat, handed the cell phone to Tequila. "Please give me your guidance, sir. I will help you at some point."

He started the car's engine and then asked, "Miss, how did it turn out?"

He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that Winnett's expression was obviously not very happy.

"I always thought that Rye Whiskey only had one strength, sniping. In the time I spent with him, he only showed this. Oh, and he was also arrogant. I have to say, he is a lucky guy. In the thick smoke, he actually dodged my unexpected shot-" Winnett's soft voice became a little sharp, and her tone became more disgusted. She said in a cold voice: "It's as if he knew the direction and trajectory of the bullet in advance. Like a mouse, he reacts quickly. Sixth sense? Haha, this is the field of comics, do you understand? Japanese comics!"

"Although I made him suffer a little, it may not be fatal."

"Well, it's a little shocking," Clyde said as he drove, "but I guess he's still no match for you, young lady."

Winnet frowned and said, "Don't compare me with him! Just the thought of being put together with him makes me sick to my stomach! Such a disgusting man is terrible. Don't become like him. If you are hunted by women, I won't care about you."

"Hahaha……"

Clyde laughed dryly. Being chased by a woman was one thing, but being targeted by a young lady would mean death sooner or later, 100% certain.

"Rye Whiskey? I heard from Jean about him. He went back to Japan?" To Tequila, this was confirmation that the traitor Rye Whiskey had taken a flight back to Japan - "If that's the case, it's better to call Jean along. He has a lot of experience in dealing with traitors, and he can mobilize more forces..."

He felt that since Abris failed to kill the traitor, her ability was far inferior to Gin's.

Winette was too lazy to explain - it would be useless to change Gin. Even if he attacked from 800 yards away, this lucky guy would only lose one limb at most. He was called a mouse, but in life he was no different from a cockroach. He was scratched by a large-caliber bullet, but his large blood vessels were not injured. He only suffered some skin injuries. In comparison, the heavy blow at the end was more effective. However, even if Akai didn't die, he would have to lie in the hospital for a long time. For the FBI going to Japan, this period of time was enough for them to worry.

She crossed her legs unhappily, put her arms on them and supported her cheeks.

With her other hand, she operated the screen of her mobile phone.

After thinking for a moment, he asked Clyde, "Take our people back. Rye Whiskey is not unconscious. No matter how stupid he is, he can't take an ambulance to the hospital openly."

"OK!" Clyde made the announcement while wearing a Bluetooth headset. "There will always be another chance, Miss." He shook his head and said, "If you rush for success, it will disrupt the original rhythm."

She leaned back, leaned on the backrest, and looked out the window. A helicopter was already flying in the sky. This was really a big fuss, and it was a completely unnecessary and high-impact operation for the organization.

Since she acted arbitrarily, she might be punished.

After all, the result was a failure.

"Tequila," Winette turned her head and looked at him, asking sullenly, "what are your plans for tonight?"

"I have already found a hotel..."

"Then don't be late tomorrow morning," she said. "Once you get the list, you know what to do... But Vodka and Qin are out on a business trip and won't be in Tokyo for the time being. If you need help, you can use that cell phone to contact me."

"it is good."

Across the street from the hotel, Clyde put down his tequila. He was wearing a black coat, a bowler hat, and a giant-like height, which made him very conspicuous. The street was busy and seemed to be completely unaffected by the airport explosion.

After Tequila got out of the car, Winette sat in the passenger seat. Confused, she asked Clyde, "Is it really possible to dodge a bullet?"

"It's not difficult for some people," Clyde said. "I'm not bragging. I have such a person in front of me. If it's you, lady, I don't think anyone can hit you directly unless they shoot at you at a high rate of fire."

"I can't do it."

Winnet shrugged. She yawned, "Take me back. Ah, I have to go to church tomorrow morning. I've been absent from work for a long time. I think the only two staff members have already complained about me as a pastor. Keep a close eye on the institute. If any strangers appear, let them report to me. He will get a lot of benefits. For a guard, one million dollars is enough for him to spend half his life."

"clear."

"One more thing," Winnett said, "please help me investigate a child."

"Child?" Clyde was startled.

"Yes, his name is Edogawa Conan. He is currently staying at the Mori Detective Agency in Gochomo, Beika-cho. Don't worry, we don't intend to harm him, we are just investigating his background."

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ps: When I revised the last chapter, the backend said that it was submitted successfully, but only the title changed. I just saw that the content has not changed, so I submitted it again! Sorry, refresh it again!

Solicit opinions and feedback (determine the direction)

After revising the original text, the feedback was still very bad.

The author no longer knows how to write.

According to Conan's world view, even Xiaolan can dodge bullets and bullets cannot kill people.

It can be said that almost everyone is cheating.

If this kind of increase in force value is prohibited, most of the original work will need to be revised.

If everyone feels that we must follow the standards of reality and cannot dodge the bullet, then what is the power of the bullet? Is it to return to normal, or to follow the scientific worldview?

In most movies, people are still alive and kicking after being shot. This simply doesn't exist. Once you're hit, you can basically not move, and if your major blood vessels are injured, there's basically no hope of survival.

A bullet hit is equivalent to opening a big hole in the body. This is no longer the 19th century. Bullets are extremely powerful and being hit in a vital part means basically death.

Like in the last chapter, I have already set it to be a scratch. With the power of the Magnum 0.357, I think, from a realistic point of view, Akai would be dead if he was hit.

To be honest, I didn't expect Akai dodging a bullet to have such a big impact. Even after the modification, only one bullet hit his shoulder and scratched him, and he was beaten up, most people still felt aggrieved, unhappy, and trifling.

I can modify it again.

Should Akai be killed directly, or should he survive after being shot several times (contradictory)?

In the main storyline, Akai shot a grenade from a thousand yards away, which I personally think is far more exaggerated than dodging bullets.

As early as the early days of TV, Conan had the experience of being shot in the abdomen. From a realistic perspective, with his size, half of his stomach would be crushed after being shot, basically killing him.

As for the original animation scene where Kyogoku Makoto faces more than a dozen people shooting at him with rifles and grabs the bullets, let’s not talk about it for now.

So should we stick to the original work and upgrade the military force, or should we stick to reality and let those who deserve to die die?

Akai was written to be killed, and a new character was added to the red side to balance the combat power. Can everyone accept this?

If you don't change it now, you won't be able to make changes after today's update, because the number of VIP words sent out cannot be reduced, and new chapters have to be updated.

Perfect attendance is very important to me because I can barely get food without good grades.

My collection started to drop rapidly last night, and I am very anxious...

I don’t want to delete all the comments and then pretend to be dead, so I’m asking for your opinions.

such as……

Using reality as a reference, all characters are greatly weakened, main characters die, the author adds new characters to the red side, or the protagonist, like Kyogoku Makoto, no longer participates in the direct confrontation between the red and black sides.

Based on the scientific worldview, Conan can still use football to stop the magnetic train, dodge bullets, and only suffer minor injuries after being hit.

Or the protagonist is turned against by the red team.

It's impossible for me to satisfy everyone. Maybe it was a mistake for me to choose Conan as the subject matter and for it not to become popular.

These may not be decided in the short term.

Is Akai dead?

It can be changed to hit, which directly changes to death.

My ability is limited. Without killing him, the best I can do is to resemble the revised chapters.

……

214 Mode Improvement

Winnet said goodbye to Clyde, still feeling concerned about what happened today.

In her opinion, dodging bullets was an extremely unlikely event, but Rye Whiskey did it. Although the explosion and smoke alerted him, his extremely fast reaction speed and good luck were indispensable.

The moment "Kitty" shot at her, she was alerted. Under normal circumstances, if she was at a distance from the target and could see the direction of the gun and the enemy's movement pattern, she might be able to do it with her extraordinary reaction speed.

What about rye whiskey? It was as if the hand of God had touched his head - giving him a chance. He was only shot in the head but it was not fatal. Although she had shattered his alveoli, if he received timely treatment, he might be alive and well in a few days and appear in front of the organization.

"Well, dying like this is a bit too easy for him."

Winnet took a deep breath and returned to her residence.

After a night, she came to the church.

As she expected, it was still a quiet day.

The current church operation model basically relies on participating in various gatherings and volunteer activities in the Tokyo circle. Winnett did not focus on developing believers, so she could not recruit enough believers to hold small gatherings, and there was no corresponding name for fundraising. She recalled that the model of modern churches is actually more like selling "spiritual comfort." In a sense, it has changed from a basic function to a rental service.

"Ms. Fantian, what do you think of the current situation of the church?" Winnet asked after a moment's hesitation. "If we want to make changes, where do you think we should start?"

"I think it's very good, dear pastor. Although there are no activities, thanks to you, many residents still come to visit and give you some small things as gifts. I think these should be made by a special factory. The quantity made by you alone is obviously not enough, and I am not as dexterous as you."

"Very good? No, Ms. Tanda. If that were true, why do you keep a serious face all day? When you are like this, believers will find it difficult to get close to you just by looking at your appearance."

Winnett demonstrated with her signature smile, "Ms. Fantian, smile like this."

"Well," Fantian Qian showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, "Pastor, when you hired me, you didn't ask me to follow you to preach - I mean, spiritual communication, I'm not good at this."

"I'm not good at it either. Dear Ms. Fantian, humans always have to learn to adapt. You have to know that not everyone will treat others kindly. What we have to do is to influence them."

"Uh."

"Okay, I know. At the moment, this is still a little too difficult for you. Let's compromise. What do you think we should do to recruit believers?"

"Miss Pastor, you've obviously been attending less and less events recently. For example, when you attend association activities, it seems to me that your presence is a signboard - I mean, it's to show the glory of God."

"Indeed, I have been in some trouble lately. What do you think? Should we organize a senior citizen group? The target is some elderly people who are interested. We will be responsible for organizing the party, giving them some themed classes, and taking them out for an outing... In return, we can also raise funds, and I can personally contribute part of the money."

"If you wish, Reverend, we are very short-staffed. In fact, at this moment, we do not have the capacity to hold an event."

Winnet smiled. "Don't worry, I can invite someone to come. My friends have some connections, so I can invite some experts in gardening, pottery, etc. to take the believers to participate in the trial class. However, we still need someone who is proficient in psychological counseling to do the work. It is too difficult to cultivate local believers..."

Winnett had an idea.

"I have a good idea," Winnett said, "Ms. Fantian, I'll trouble you for a favor. First, post a recruitment message. Recruit college students studying theology and psychology, as well as workers with experience in these fields. Keep the salary a little lower first, and then raise it when our revenue is stable... Well, for example, after my professional training, you will have an understanding of the basic concepts."

"Pastor, you have a good business sense." Fan Tianqian said exaggeratedly, "Why don't you agree to Miss Sophia and go back to the company? I believe that with your ability, it will be easy to earn enough money to support the church."

Winette felt she was being mocked.

“Is this irony?”

"No, I just said what I felt."

She said unsatisfiedly, "I'm not planning to make money, I just don't want to keep losing money." Although she had enough money to live on for the rest of her life, she couldn't help wanting to make some achievements when she thought about how she had spent the first half of her life worrying about making a living in the church. "Thank you for telling the truth, but business is a complicated business, and I'm afraid of losing everything."

This was not within her professional scope. After all, it was not a novel. Anyone who traveled through time could make money by taking advantage of the information gap. Without the corresponding knowledge and resume, it was essentially the same as gambling. Winette did not intend to gamble. This world was still quite different from her previous life.

"Are you planning to sell various services?" asked Akane Fantian. "Sell some courses and paid services?"

"This is not a sale," Winnett said solemnly, "but to enrich the spiritual world of believers and help them solve their spiritual problems and needs."

She added: “Fundraising is voluntary.”

"Sometimes they are the same thing," said Akane Takashi.

"Okay, okay, dear Miss Fantian Qian," Winnett continued, "recruit some people, preferably those with special skills and hobbies, and preferably those who are cheerful and talkative. When they come, you will have more time to do your own things. By the way, do you need money?"

“No, Reverend, you pay me enough, and I prefer to save money—almost catching up with the corporate elite.”

"You are so well behaved, Miss Fantian."

"You are too kind," she replied. "Well, I will return to my post today."

Winette sent Fantian away and scribbled on paper. She was considering a pastoral model, planning to divide the church into small groups, so that each group could play different roles and play their own strengths. Then she had to design an ultimate goal, which was the core concept. It didn't matter whether they believed in it or not, but they had to act according to it and add Sunday messages and Sunday school training to their daily lives. When telling the gospel, don't be too long, but try to be as brief, rich, and interesting as possible to arouse people's interest.

After finishing the planning, Winnet left.

Before she had gone far, Winnet felt someone was following her.

She deliberately turned into the alley, waiting for the man who was chasing her to show up. When he ran to the alley, Winnett jumped over the alley wall and landed behind him.

"Good morning, sir." Winnet poked his shoulder with her umbrella. "It's not even dark yet, are you a little bolder?"

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ps: It seems that there are more readers who prefer the current situation. It seems that many readers are still reading the old version. The revised version only has a bullet glancing blow. There is a refresh button in the upper right corner to refresh the content of this chapter. Although we have discussed it a lot, we still can't come up with a good enough solution. Let's see if we can solve it from Akai's perspective later.

215 Video games are a good way to vent

He turned around slowly, revealing a slightly cunning face.

A small guy with sofa-colored hair.

Winnett doesn't remember ever meeting the other person.

The man did not answer her question, but tried to run away. Before he could take two steps, he was tripped by Winnet. Then she poked the man's head with the tip of her umbrella.

"You'd better explain it, sir, or I'll call the police," said Winnett.