Chapter 32

Using the cover of smoke bombs, Xinfan escaped from the window in the stairwell, but did not retreat immediately, but ambushed in a corner that could not be easily detected.

If the confrontation with that guy ends in him being injured, it would be too ugly.

Based on Xinfan's understanding of Akai Shuichi, he probably never imagined that he would keep a hand.

As long as you try to suppress the killing intent rising around you, reduce your sense of existence, don't deliberately look at Shuichi Akai, and don't point your gun at him directly, you can avoid triggering the vigilance of an excellent sniper.

A sniper's perception of danger is often abnormally strong. Xin Fan was able to avoid bullets fired at vital parts before, thanks to this sixth sense. He didn't want to stumble on this.

After successfully attacking Akai Shuichi and forcefully winning a round, Xinshige didn't bother to fight, and went directly into the alley behind, and got into the car that the organization came to meet.

The driver was a member of the organization that Xin Fan didn't know. Belmode was sitting in the co-pilot, and the woman smiled mysteriously when she saw him get in the car.

"I heard gunshots, so?"

"So Akai Hideichi was shot in the shoulder, and there will be no disturbances in a short time." Xinfan put away the gun, leaned on the seat, and said in a deep voice.

At that time, Akai Shuichi was unprepared. According to Nobushige's thinking, he actually wanted to shoot Akai Shuichi at the same position on his left arm.

But that would be a little too deliberate. Belmode could easily suspect that he did this on purpose. After all, since you can target the arm, why not just kill Akai Shuichi?

Shoulders are a more suitable choice.

Because this is often the position where the opponent can be injured after subconsciously dodging.

Belmode really didn't doubt it, she just showed an expression of relief or regret.

"I thought that if it was you, maybe you could get that person to tell you that it's here." She reminded her colleague again, "The medical box is under the seat."

Xinfan took off the strip of cloth that had been loosened from his arm, revealing the bloody wound. He poured some alcohol on it to disinfect it, and then wrapped it with a clean medical bandage.

Then say, "Take me to the airport."

Belmode raised his eyes unexpectedly, and looked at Xinfan sitting behind from the rearview mirror: "The wound on your arm needs further treatment."

"It's a penetrating wound, there's no need to take out the bullet, and there's no problem with the security check." Xinfan explained, and took out his cell phone to make a call.

Belmode smiled softly: "He is really a desperate guy."

And Xinfan's phone has been connected, and Gin's cold and low voice came out: "So you are still alive, Mezcal."

Nobushige's tone was very brisk: "The mission in the United States has been completed smoothly, and I am preparing to return to Japan.

"I called you to ask, do you still need me to go to the 400 million yen?"

"No." Gin said in a bad tone, "I will go with vodka."

Xinfan raised his eyebrows, with a smile in his eyes: "Well, you didn't let me go, it's not me being lazy."

Gin didn't answer, but he was obviously in a bad mood, so he cut off the call unilaterally.

...

Really, hang up on him again!

...

"Is it gin?"

"Yeah." Xinfan nodded, and said not too concerned, "He sent me a lot of emails on the plane before but didn't receive a reply. He must be angry."

Belmode smiled: "It's very dangerous not to reply to Gin's message. If you are not careful, you will be suspected of being a traitor."

"So what if there is doubt?" Xin Fan leaned against the car door, with a casual tone, "I belong directly to that gentleman, and I'm not under his control. Even if Gin Jiu got the evidence of the so-called traitor, he must first ask that gentleman for instructions. Only then can we do it."

"That's right, is this the source of your confidence?"

Xin Fan didn't reply, so he dialed another number, this time to the musical instrument dealer he had agreed with: "Well, it's me, please send someone to bring the purchase agreement to Los Angeles World Airport."

After talking about all the things and details that need to be resolved in the United States, Xinfan put away his mobile phone, leaned back in the chair, and slightly closed his eyes.

The pain from being pierced by bullets on his left arm has been numb, and now he basically feels nothing at all.

The previous calculations about the location of the gunshot wound may not be able to hide the truth from Akai Shuichi. But to be honest, even if he had aimed at that guy's head or heart, he might have been discovered instead.

If Akai Shuichi seized the opportunity to fight back, then...it would be so interesting.

As for whether Shuichi Akai would doubt his intentions, there was no need to worry about that. If Akai Shuichi suspects that he is an undercover agent, or a member with an ambiguous attitude towards the organization, that guy will never show the slightest bit.

After all, everyone is a red square. As we all know, in Conan's world, the identities between the red parties are not secrets. But the problem is that this kind of openness and transparency really didn't happen.

Gin is so hard.

Xinfan was thinking all the way, and fell asleep in the car.

Although the constant alertness can wake him up before the danger comes, sleeping is sleeping. This kind of behavior of falling asleep in a strange vehicle in a strange country is still strange no matter how you look at it.

Belmode stared at him almost all the way through the rearview mirror.

"We're here, is it okay to put the mezcal here?" the member acting as the driver asked in a low voice inexplicably.

Belmode made a silent gesture. She got out of the car lightly, and went around to Xinfan's side. She reached out to pinch his face.

Xinfan opened his eyes.

Belmode stopped.

The two stared at each other for five seconds.

"Belmode."

Xin Fan smiled, his smiling eyes were extremely deep, rippled like a pool of rotten and smelly stagnant water.

He held Belmode's half-stretched hand, squeezed it and stroked his face.

The corner of the mouth is half a smile: "Touch it if you want, sneaking around like an underage girl."

The palm feels warm and soft, like real skin.

So this face turned out to be Mezcal's true face?

Belmode's expression was a little dazed, and the pair of water green eyes as beautiful as amber reflected the face of the man in front of him.

Yes, mezcal, she remembered him.

Few people can make such a deep impression on Belmode from the first meeting. Not only was that guy not being teased, but he even came to tease her.

"I'm leaving." Xin Fan let go of Belmode's hand, left the car without hesitation, and walked towards the departure floor of the airport.

Belmode straightened up, looked at the back of the man leaving, and suddenly said to himself:

"It seems that there are many interesting people in Japan, shouldn't it be time to join in the fun?" She quickly shook her head and denied, "Xue Li is now being reused, at least wait for her..."

The arc of Belmode's mouth deepened, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

At the same time, the figure she had been paying attention to also disappeared into the crowd.