"Qinjiu ... the angle is very good ... can I shoot?"

This time it was Corn's voice passed out of the speaker.

"Not in a hurry."

Qinjiu stared at the people who shook hands around Tumen Kanghui in the picture, worried that a coincidence caused the assassination to fail.

"There are too many sheep who are obstructive, wait for DJ to sit on the bench and end his life."

"Really procrastinating." Ye commented on a cold place.

"What do you want to say?" Qin Jiu's side eyes.

"With your sniper ability, it should be seen that the current distance and angle are almost impossible to miss, and the extension of the bullets has no civilians, and there is no need to worry about the future public opinion orientation."

Ye Ge said: "I suggest let them shoot now."

"Little sweet wine, you can’t get too anxious ~"

On the side, Belmore directly gave a negative attitude:

"If the assassination fails, I am afraid that it will have an anti -effect. The support rate of DJ will be high in this campaign. Assuming he is lucky to live, it will be difficult to find the next chance ..."

What do you mean? Want to see if your son can stop the assassination?

Ye Giyi does not think this is a good time to watch the growth of weak -quality teenagers, and continue to say:

"Taking the bench as the extension line, the best sniper selection is only a building on the left and right sides. After the firing of the sniper bullet is shot at the same time, there is almost no delay in hits.

There is no perfect thing, so is the plan ... "

He paused, and did not continue to spend time explaining the logical relationship:

"Qinjiu, make a decision quickly."

"Bell Momond is right, you should keep patience now, don't worry." Qin Jiu said: "I will let you see the picture of his brain cracking."

"Hum ..." Hearing, Belmore laughed: "I don't intend to sing against you, but this assassination operation cannot be lost."

"Yeah?"

Ye Geng looked at the picture in the picture, still smiling at the masses Kanghui, who shook hands with the masses: "I thought you were hesitating, should you kill him?"

"Huh? What do you say in this sentence?" Belmore doubted.

"In order to cover up his father's black material, he chose to be interviewed. Since he can be able to hold a cheeky face, he will be a good faction in front of the camera and the masses.

Select a compromise at once, say it ... "

Ye even paused, and the metal ball in the handshake hands was no longer the synthesis of a low -language synthesis like a child:

"Haven't you considered it, have you attracted him as a member of the organization?"

"Hum, there is no need."

Qin Jiu sneered and picked up the intercom: "Kir? Don't waste time anymore, let DJ sit on the bench."

At the same time, the green plant in the park.

After installing the pistol with a muffler for the pistol, he held the automatic sprinkler with both hands.

Bang!

The trigger was deducted, and the bullet hit the sprinkler's head accurately.

There was a water pillar that flushed the sky, and after reaching an up height, it dispersed and fell.

Tumen Kanghui just walked to the bench, dropping drops of water drops from the sky, dripping on his face, and dripping on the ground.

"It's raining ..."

"No, just stopped for a long time."

Everyone opened the umbrella.

"DJ is under the dark blue umbrella, can you shoot?" Cohen also had a trace of restlessness in the tone.

"Qinjiu!" Kiandi urged: "They will transfer their positions without shooting!"

"No, there is not enough accuracy across the umbrella." Qin Jiu said.

Is this also a coincidence?

Ye Geng looked down at the window and looked outside.

Driving, vodka also doubts: "Strange? We seem to be raining ..."

At this moment, a cool breeze was blowing, and the raindrops of Lili came in the parking lot.

"Uh, it's also on the side." Vodka immediately changed his mouth.

"Good luck."

Ye Gi rolled his hands to collect the strong magnetic bomb, and once again enabled the electronic synthesis sound:

"In contrast, someone who does not listen to persuasion is even worse."

"Kiandi, Korn, Kir, evacuated separately!"

The piano seemed to have no ridicule of Ye Geyi, and continued to arrange: "Give you an hour for you to gather in Ven-B's abandoned warehouse."

"It looks like it is my turn to appear. The outline of the second scene of the assassination plot ..."

Belmond leaned against the seat, changed a lazy sitting position, giving guessing:

"It should be related to Poison Island Tongzi, right?"

"Huh, let's talk while walking."

Qinjiu closed the laptop computer, "Vodka set off."

Black Porsche 356A drove out of the parking lot.

After a dozen seconds.

In a golden turtle car in the opposite side, there were only a turtle car in the range of tens of meters. The Grayhara Ai and Dr. Aya slowly poked their heads and couldn't help spitting up.

... actually so close?

Nympho

On the other side, in front of the bench of the Cup Park.

Tucong Kanghui looked at the overlapping clouds, constantly dripping rainwater, and took the initiative to propose to change the location of the interview to the long pavilion of the park.

The supporters of his people heard the words, and quickly asked if they could watch it with the past.

After getting the consent of Tumen Kanghui.

The crowd suddenly cheered and squeezed it towards it.

Shui Wushuo took the evacuation order of Qinjiu, and was planning to find accompanying TV staff to explain the situation.

As a result, I haven't taken a few steps yet. The shoes with tracker and eavesdroppers are very uniquely stepped on. After a few times, it fell on the side of the road.

Good opportunity!

Conan's eyes lighted up and immediately squeezed along the crowd.

However, when he picked up the shoes, Shui Wuxian also crowded out of the crowd. While grasping the shoes, he asked in confusion:

"Ke, South ... How are you here?"

Not good, I was discovered!

Judy Stein, hiding behind the tree, aimed at this side.

Conan took half a step back, and glanced at the bushes subconsciously in his eyes.

Someone over there ...

Shui Wuxian read this micro -expression instantly.

Thinking of the previously exploded automatic sprinkler, how much I understand what I understand.

But who is the person who follows you?

Is that famous detective? Still the Japanese police ...

During the thinking, she took off the communication device and pressed her hand on Conan's neck to let the other person face himself, and asked:

"Should you follow me here?"

"No, no," Conan was stuttered, "just came here to play ..."

"So ..."

Shui Wumi judged that the child was relieved after lying, "Thank you ... Help me pick up the shoes."

"Uh ... that." Conan stopped talking.

The strangeness in his heart passed away. He still wanted to say something, but in the end, he could only look at Shui Wugui's shoes, and then ran to the staff of the TV station.

As a group go away.
To be continued...