I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Chapter 450 Kidnapping the female anchor!

"Where did this thing come from?!"

There was a hint of irritability in Gin's cold voice in the car.

The reason why I didn't use the prepositional adjective "rare" is because he really is not a person with a good temper.

Perhaps it was because being in this industry required such deterrence, or perhaps he was born with a bad temper, but in any case, his name Gin was well-known throughout the entire organization.

Whether it is the cold-blooded ruthlessness towards traitors, or the thundering punishment against those who dare to challenge him.

In short, what Gin did during his years in the organization made countless people understand a truth.

That means that if you mess with Gin, nothing good will happen to you.

And Vodka, who was sitting in the driver's seat next to him, knew this best.

"Well, this was probably brought by tourists who came to stroll around the area, right?"

Pretending not to hear the subtle sound of a certain thousand-faced witch trying to hold back her laughter in the back seat, Vodka, with cold sweat on his forehead, carefully tried to smooth things over.

"Because your car has been out of print for a long time, it's normal for others to think it's rare, but it will probably be sold out soon."

"Hmph, I hope it will get out of here sooner rather than later, otherwise..."

Gin stopped talking halfway through.

It’s not because I understand everything, but because I’m really at a loss for words.

After all, if the other party really refuses to leave with the drone, there is really nothing he can do.

What else can I do? Just rush out and smash the drone?

You have to know that this kind of thing is not cheap, the average price is around 200,000 yen. If you really smash it, it might attract the police or something.

This means today's action will be ruined.

Because the operation failed due to his own reasons, Gin would rather commit suicide by shooting himself.

So to sum up, we can only bear it.

Vodka has been following his big brother for many years, and he can more or less guess the other party's psychological activities, so he changed the subject in time with high emotional intelligence.

He rolled down the car window, reached out his hand and looked outside, then exclaimed as if he had discovered something new and interesting.

"The rain has really stopped. It was raining so hard this morning."

"That just proves that those idiots at the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau are still pretty reliable."

Gin snorted coldly.

"Didn't they write in their own weather forecast that the rain will only stop at noon and it will be cloudy in the afternoon... Also, close the car windows to prevent that drone from flying in for no reason."

"Oh no, brother, it seems to have flown away."

"..."

After hearing that it had finally flown away, Gin didn't say anything else, but he still felt that something was not right.

They have been parked here since ten minutes ago, but why does it seem that the drone operator has never been seen?

Forget it, I don’t have time to think about it so much.

Gin glanced at the time in the upper left corner of the car's navigation screen and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Cohen, Chianti, get ready. The target is ready to enter Beihu Park. Wait for Kiel to lead you to the designated location and find the right time to act."

"learn."

"Understand!"

The responses coming from the intercom were a man's and a woman's voices, one calm and one high-pitched respectively.

Not far from the Porsche, Rena Mizunashi, who was standing next to the TV station's van with a microphone in her hand, inadvertently glanced at the parking lot across the street and caught a glimpse of a white Emblem vehicle turning in with a chic drift.

However, she did not think much about it. She just retracted her gaze and turned with a professional smile to look at Yasuteru Domon who was protected by two bodyguards on the left and right.

"Then Mr. Domon, let's officially enter Haido Park now."

"Oh ok, no problem, let's go."

At the same time, on the rooftop of one of the office buildings in the back half of Beihu Park, a young woman with butterfly wings tattooed on the corners of her eyes, who looked like a gangster, stepped on the safety fence with one foot and a sniper rifle in her hand. The muzzle of the gun was pointed 35 degrees at the bustling tourists who came to the park for a walk below. The slightly drooping corners of her eyes gave people a sense of ferocity and violence.

She also held a photo in her mouth, which trembled slightly as her jaw moved as she spoke.

"Oh~ I've seen it. That guy, Domon Yasuteru, is being led to the designated location by Kiel. Come on, Kiel-chan, bring the target over quickly. Let's get it done earlier and get off work earlier... By the way, Cohen, where are you going to hit later? The head or the torso? I want to hit the head."

The person she was questioning was a thin-looking, white-haired man who was also holding a marksman rifle.

Hearing Chianti's voice beside him, Cohen spoke slowly.

"Then I'll hit the torso."

The way he speaks is very special, as if he is very frugal with his words and has a unique sense of rhythm.

But this is the only feature, because apart from this there is nothing else worth remembering.

The rustic hat, rustic clothes, and round goggles that completely block his vision make him look like a taciturn and extremely autistic forest ranger when he is not talking, the type that you would never be able to find even if you throw him into a crowd of people.

Just as the two were chatting on the rooftop, Gin's voice of impatience was heard in the headset channel.

"You two should stop talking. If you want to finish this quickly, just focus on the task at hand. Also, your chatting will affect Kiel's work."

"Ah~ I know, I know, I won't say any more~"

"I'm sorry, Kiel."

After hearing that the two subordinates in the channel realized their mistakes, Gin didn't say anything more.

However, less than three seconds after the silence, Chianti's voice was heard again.

"Hey, I see someone is flying a drone over there, and it seems to be the kind with a camera function. Should we smash its camera first to avoid affecting the mission later?"

"...Don't do unnecessary things!"

Gin warned coldly in the channel.

"I saw that drone, too. It should be a tourist in the park who brought it there for fun. Don't worry about it. Wait for Kiel to bring the target to the designated location and wait until it flies away before you take action."

"Yeah, that's fine~"

Chianti readily followed his eldest brother's instructions.

……

The perspective changes to the parking lot across the road from the park entrance.

Serabelle rolled down the window and looked at Teacher Judy, who had drifted gracefully into the parking space next to him just a few seconds ago, and shrugged.

"You came really fast. Did you not exceed the speed limit?"

"Probably not."

Judy suppressed her inner embarrassment, shook her head, and decisively changed the subject.

"You just asked Conan to call and say that you found the person from that organization. Where is he?"

"In fact, it's less than fifty meters away from us. See it? That's the black Porsche classic sports car."

Serabelle pointed at Gin's Porsche 356A across from her and said.

"But you definitely can't just rush over like that. They have two snipers on the roof of an unknown building watching them. If you rush over rashly, not only will you face the three guns in the enemy's car, but you will also be targeted by the sniper on the roof. So I have another plan."

"what?"

Teacher Judy asked subconsciously.

As soon as he finished speaking, two license plate covers were thrown at him through the car window.

"Put this on your license plate, freeze the accelerator, and rush in to pretend that the vehicle is out of control, so as to cause some panic and riot among the crowd."

"and then?"

"Then leave the rest to me."

As Serabelle said this, she slapped the drone's control handle into Conan's hand, opened the car door and jumped out.

"I'll go and tie up the other party's people."

Chapter 451: The veteran agent is so skilled at robbing people

In Beihu Park, the arrival of the Nichi TV crew quickly attracted the attention of some tourists near the gate.

This park has been established for a long time. As it is a non-profit park with no revenue, it has basically maintained its original appearance over the years. No new amusement facilities or landscapes have been added, and the most it has undergone is routine maintenance every year.

To be honest, the scenery is really nice, but after so many years, even the old residents nearby don’t come here as often.

After all, I'm really tired of seeing it.

But now that things have come to this, the TV station has actually brought a large number of filming crews here. After thinking about it, there is only one possibility.

Just take advantage of the nice scenery here to interview some big shots.

As expected, Yasuteru Domon, who appeared right behind the popular female host, confirmed their guess.

Just as Conan described, because the latter often made fierce and sharp comments on violent crimes in various interviews, he made many enemies while also winning the hearts of the people.

At least, many people present recognized it at the first sight.

"Could that person be Mr. Domon?"

"…Domon? Which Domon?"

"Domon Yasuteru, who else could it be?"

"The one who's on TV every day advocating against crime and violence? Where is he?"

"Look, right there at the gate, that big square face... you recognize him, right? There's also a female host from Nichiren TV next to him. I guess she's going to do an interview."

"Shall we go over and take a photo together?"

"Alright, let's go."

The whispering spread like the flu, from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, and soon all the tourists in the entire park were gradually gathering in the same direction as if a colony of ants were guided by pheromones.

At first, Yasuhiru Domon was able to move forward while shaking hands and greeting people after being noticed by the crowd. However, he soon found it difficult to move forward as more and more people gathered around him. Even Rena Mizunashi, who was originally traveling with him, was blocked by the wall of people.

"Oh my, we can't even conduct the interview like this..."

Yasuki Domon scratched his head helplessly, glanced at Rena Mizunashi who also had a helpless look on her face not far away, smiled awkwardly and waved his hands.

"Well, everyone, please calm down a bit. Please wait a while before shaking hands. Don't disturb the work of the Nichiuri TV staff..."

Before he could finish his words, an old lady with a crutch, hunched over and silver hair, finally managed to break through the crowd with some effort, and smiled kindly on her wrinkled face.

"Mr. Domon, please do your best to run for election."

"Oh, yes, thank you."

Yasuaki Domon, who had said he would not shake hands just a second ago, smiled and leaned over to shake the other's hand when he saw the old man who was older than his mother.

So the wall of people surrounding them became even thicker.

Not far away outside the crowd, Serabelle, dragging a large suitcase with her coat hood pulled up to cover the side of her face, watched the scene quietly and shook her head slightly.

“It’s really people-friendly.”

"of course."

As soon as he finished speaking, Conan's voice came from his earphone.

"Although he is from a bureaucratic family, Domon Yasuteru is much better than those politicians who only talk big. He is just and close to the people. I think that's why he has such a high support rate at present."

"Huh——"

Serabelle sang the note in a flat voice without any emotion.

"I don't really like this kind of person."

"Ah? Why?" Conan was a little curious.

“Because it will increase my workload.”

Although she knew the other party couldn't see her, Serabelle shrugged.