My lover is this organization

After she finished speaking, Judy turned around again and put a photo on the display board.

This time the photo shows a very handsome young Japanese man who looks somewhat similar to Kikumaru Eiji in The Prince of Tennis, with a teardrop mole under his left eye.

"Except for the previously mentioned Jack Waltz and Bill Murphy, the person most likely to be killed is this man - Moriyama Ren, 34 years old. It was he who canceled the engagement and caused Hunter's sister to commit suicide."

"In addition, we received some unfortunate news from the FBI headquarters."

Judy's tone was slightly solemn.

"Right now, Bill Murphy and Jack Waltz's family are on vacation in Japan. Fortunately, Murphy is still in Nikko, while Jack Waltz is in Kyoto with his family."

"Kyoto... and Nikko..."

Inspector Megure nodded seriously, stood up and waved to his men beside him.

"Alright, contact the Osaka Police Department immediately to strengthen security, and make Timothy Hunter a key target!"

"Yes!"*N

When the order was given, the policemen stood up, quickly packed up their things and ran to their respective posts.

On the other side, Qin Wuque, who had already made up his mind, pushed his chair away, stretched his body, and spoke slowly.

"Let me make it clear first. Although I sympathize with the American soldier's plight, he should never have taken action on my territory."

"But, at least, I won't take any action until Timothy Hunter has avenged his personal vendetta."

"that's it."

Chapter 291 Qin Wuque: I am happy with it, so what?

As soon as the meeting ended, Qin Wuque left the meeting room.

The only people left in the room were either policemen or FBI agents. He didn't have much to talk about with these two parties. Besides, Qin Wuque himself was not a person who could "read the air" as the Japanese said, so when there was no point in talking, he chose to leave.

However, because of his identity as a "famous detective" and the fact that he was a former detective who had been a colleague of Inspector Megure, Kogoro Mouri did not leave immediately but stayed. It seemed that he had some other issues that he wanted to discuss with his old boss.

On the contrary, Conan, who has always been extremely concerned about these things, chased Qin Wuque out of the meeting room less than two seconds after he walked out of the meeting room and called out to him.

"and many more!"

"Ok?"

Qin Wuque stopped and looked back with his hands in his pockets.

He saw Conan, who had been running after him, standing behind him with a serious expression on his face.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I want to ask you, what exactly did you mean by what you said at the end of the meeting?"

Conan repeated.

"That's what you meant when you said that no action would be taken until Timothy Hunt had avenged his personal vendetta. What did that mean?"

"Hmm~" Qin Wuque scratched his chin and pondered for a moment.

"It's just what it says. Before he exposes all his enemies, I will act as if I have no idea about this and continue doing what I have to do..."

"I'm asking you why!" Conan interrupted him loudly.

"..."

This time Qin Wuque did not answer immediately. He looked at Conan with a strange look for a while before he spoke slowly.

"Do you think that the reason why I don't actively cooperate with you is because of my relationship with those FBI agents?"

"Isn't it?" Conan asked back.

"Of course not." Qin Wuque answered immediately.

"Why is that?" Conan couldn't help but ask, "Mr. James has already asked Teacher Judy to put aside their prejudices and share the information about the criminal, which shows that they are willing to cooperate with you. Why are you unwilling? Besides, don't you also want to... find the person who caused trouble in your territory?"

"That's what I thought originally, but I've changed my mind now."

Qin Wuque turned around and squatted in a very standard Slavic squat, tilting his head and looking straight at Conan.

"So human hearts are very complicated. They can't be fully explained by the simple good-evil diode you think. For example, I must kill Akai Shuichi, not because he is from the FBI, nor because he is an undercover agent, but because he has cheated me and even my girlfriend."

He shrugged.

"Besides, it's not my mission to kill every FBI agent in the world."

Qin Wuque continued, "Of course I will settle accounts with Timothy Hunter for causing trouble on my territory, but at the same time I also sympathize with his plight, so I decided to give him the opportunity to take revenge with his own hands."

"But he is killing people!" Conan was angry.

"What should we do then?" Qin Wuque was unmoved. "I won't say anything else, but I'll just ask you one question. Do you remember why Hunter's Silver Star Medal was taken back?"

"As I recall it was... violating the protocol of engagement and shooting unarmed civilians?" Conan was stunned.

"That's right." Qin Wuque continued, "Then do you know how many Iraqi civilians the Americans killed on the battlefield in Iraq?"

"do not know……"

"I don't know either, because it's impossible to count. The number of casualties in a random round of airstrikes is more than what a sniper kills in a whole battle. Do you think it's meaningful to worry about whether a sniper violated the engagement agreement in such an environment?"

Qin Wuque stated the conclusion directly.

"It's easy to understand that this is simply because they are jealous of others and want to throw dirty water on them."

"Do you think the top brass of the US military don't know about these tricks? They must know about such a big thing, but they just don't want to care about it for some reason."

"Even his own military is unwilling to do justice. Do you think Hunter has any other options besides killing all his enemies? Tell me about it, huh?"

Qin Wuque raised an eyebrow at Conan.

"But, but..." Conan was speechless for a moment.

Qin Wuque simply spoke for him: "You don't mean to say that the property issue can still be resolved through legal means? Do you think that a person who has lost his reputation, property and family will have the money to hire a lawyer? Or do you plan to help them pay for it yourself? Or use your strong sense of justice and rich legal knowledge to personally help fight the lawsuit?"

"I……"

"Look, you can't do any of this. You're still in school and haven't even started working to earn money."

Qin Wuque's calm analysis left Conan speechless.

He let out a breath, stood up from the ground, straightened his clothes and said.

"Killing three is killing, killing four is also killing. One more or one less is not too much. Since Hunter has already started killing, let him hunt to his heart's content."

"Don't try to talk about law and justice to a desperate person."

After saying this, Qin Wuque turned around and left gracefully, leaving behind a slightly gloomy back.

But he stopped after taking only two steps, but did not look back.

"By the way, even if you really think there is something wrong with my approach, I won't change it, but there is one thing I didn't say directly before that I can add now."

"I will not take any action until Timothy Hunter completes his revenge, but the premise is that his revenge does not actively involve any unrelated person."

"Note that I'm actively involved. That is to say, if you suddenly get sick and lose your mind, and rush forward on a skateboard with your watch in your hand and get shot, I will just say NICE SHOT, well done."

"Don't ask me why I do this anymore."

"The question is——"

"My pleasure."

……

……

The next day, the bad news came on the morning news.

Yasuhara Hitoshi, whose real name is Moriyama Hitoshi, is 34 years old and the husband of famous culinary researcher Yasuhara Nami. He was sniped and killed in front of the garage door of his villa around 8 o'clock last night. Before his death, it was suspected that he was going to pick up his wife who had finished her cooking class.

Based on the existing intelligence information, the police have temporarily identified the criminal as former Navy SEAL special forces sniper Timothy Hunter.

The next day, bad news came again in the morning news.

Timothy Hunter, 37, a former Navy SEAL sniper, was sniped and killed in the rental house where he lived around 5 a.m. this morning.

Prisoner identity.

unknown.

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Ubisoft's balance team is shit. Jaeger's win rate on the defense side is at the bottom, but because his selection rate is too high, he was directly weakened without any further ado.

I still don't understand why they think pick rate is more important than win rate.

Now it seems that they have set their sights on Black Mirror again, and are planning to change it into the kind that can make the screen flowery.

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Chapter 292 Are you giving it to me for free?

In the morning, in the villa at 23 Beika-cho -chome.

In the living room, Qin Wuque sat cross-legged on the sofa with a slightly dull expression. The large wall-mounted TV in front of him was broadcasting the news.

In one hand, he held the breakfast sandwich that Mingmei had carefully prepared for him and stuffed it into his mouth. In the other hand, he held a plate under the sandwich to prevent food residues such as bread crumbs from falling onto the sofa or clothes while he was eating. His jaw and upper jaw opened and closed mechanically as he chewed.

It looked like a husky opening and closing its mouth in the swimming pool, pretending to be a crocodile.

It’s not that Qin Wuque hasn’t woken up yet or is in a daze or something.

His waking up time is quite normal, similar to the holiday schedule of ordinary people, not weird at all. He goes to bed at 11 or 12 o'clock and wakes up at 8 or 9 o'clock. Before going to bed at night, he also does some double or group exercises before going to bed.

So with his lazy waking time, he had actually already missed the morning news.

However, in fact, within just fifteen minutes after getting up, Qin Wuque received the same bombshell news nearly ten times in a row.

—Timothy Hunt, for nothing.

Because almost all TV stations are broadcasting this news, and they do it for several hours without interruption. It's almost like you've said it and I'll continue to repeat it.

?

This was truly a bombshell, which stunned Qin Wuque, who had just woken up.

You know, he was still saying the day before yesterday that he didn't intend to hinder Hunter's revenge, but less than two days later, he's gone?

Is it in this river?

Meow meow meow?

Qin Wuque sat on the sofa in a daze. On his left sat a Curacao with messy white hair. He was leaning on Qin Wuque's shoulder with his head tilted, dozing off, as if he had not slept well that night.

There was also a sandwich on the coffee table in front of Curacao, but it was still untouched.

On TV, the well-dressed news anchor was patiently repeating the same news that had already been broadcast many times by several previous news stations.

"This morning, in an abandoned building at Agatsumabashi 1-chome, Sumida-ku, Tokyo, the third sniper attack in recent days occurred. The person shot dead was 37-year-old American Timothy Hunter..."

"Tokyo has been really turbulent recently. Three sniper attacks have occurred in less than a week."

Mingmei, who happened to walk out of the kitchen, looked at the news on TV and couldn't help but speak.

She walked towards the sofa while taking off her apron. Following behind her was Aijiang, who had just gotten up and washed up, with some water stains at the corners of her mouth, holding a plate of mini sandwiches.

Mingmei casually draped the apron she wore when washing dishes and cooking over the back of a dining chair beside her, then turned around and sat down on the sofa next to Qin Wuque.

She glanced at Curacao who had already "seized the initiative" on the other side, and couldn't help but hum in dissatisfaction.

Then she leaned forward herself.

Just one on the left and one on the right, evenly divided.

"I think it's okay. If it was really dangerous, I'm afraid that someone would have been impatient and carried a gun to snipe the opponent's middle gate. But now I see that someone doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all, just a little dazed."

Ai Huibara, who was walking towards the sofa with her sandwich, suddenly stopped and stopped talking.

She saw that the dog's head was completely occupied on both sides of the sofa. The sofa was designed for a family of three to sit side by side, so there were just enough people sitting on it.

In other words, if she wanted to sit on it, she could only sit on the armrests of the sofa on both sides.

or……