The car quickly left the city and headed for the suburbs.

Shiraishi looked at his phone, this old style made him a little unfamiliar, it took a while last night to re-familiarize himself with the usage, and found that the Sokoban game inside was quite fun.

Of course, there's one thing more important to care about than a skokowa......

Shiraishi looked at the only email in the mailbox, and looked at the two English words on it.

After a moment of speech, Shiraishi turned his head and asked Momiji, who was driving next to him, "What is your code name?" ”

He didn't ask nonsense like "do you have a code name", even he, a fake expert, can get a code name, let alone a person like Momiji who has real talent and learning, and has gone through the back door of the system.

"Merlot, a wine." Momiji took out his phone in the middle of driving, unlocked it and handed it to him so that he could check his spelling.

This kind of email is usually deleted after reading, but the two people in the car obviously have a little less respect for the boss.

Momiji also remembered this stubble at this time:

"You can delete it for me after reading it, and by the way, memorize my email number, although we don't need this to be contacted, but we still have to do it."

"It's back." After speaking, Shiraishi was silent for a moment at Momiji's email interface, "I was just thinking, what are your code names Merlot, Shirley, Gin, and no matter how bad they are, they are vodka and rye, but when it comes to me, it's ......"

Shiraishi pointed to "CornWhisky" in his inbox:

"Why did it become corn? Don't you want to save face! "Although it is indeed very consistent with the law of an undercover agent in whisky......

"It's all random." Momiji has an aftertaste look, "And the corn whiskey smells sweet, and the taste is plump and juicy, which is actually quite ......."

"No matter how good it is, it doesn't sound good." Baishi was against a pair of unwilling dead fish eyes, leaning against the car window, and wanted to search for a tall wine name to ask for a change, but unfortunately he couldn't even go online.

Momiji stopped talking and comforted him: "If you mind very much, you can also make up corn brain into 'Keren', or other homonyms." ”

"That doesn't hide the nature of its corn...... Alas, forget it. "As simple as it sounds, Gin's undercover boss might let his guard down...... Although he hadn't caught the right person a few times.

Shiraishi deleted the emails on both phones in turn. However, before deleting it, he still used the light screen to chat privately with an email address to Momiji.

Although Momiji seems to be an academic boss, the big guy's memory may not be reliable, in case the two of them think they have memorized it, but they don't, so it won't be embarrassing to be unable to contact the boss.

The system records are stored for up to 48 hours, which is convenient for making private notes.

After driving for an hour or two, I finally arrived at the shooting club that Momiji said.

This is also one of the industries of the organization, and the people in black are not on missions all the time, and there are not so many opportunities to shoot, so it makes sense to get a practice place in order not to make a living.

The two arrived at the shooting room, and the instructor adjusted the equipment and quickly retreated.

Shiraishi deliberately spread out his hand to summon the gun, and the gun appeared smoothly, it seems that there is no monitoring here, and no one is secretly observing.

I tried to hit the 20-meter target, and even though I was prepared, the recoil of the shot pushed Shiraishi's hand slightly.

The bullet flew out and hit the target, and Momiji, who was temporarily acting as an instructor, nodded: "7 rings, it's not bad, I didn't miss the target." ”

Shiraishi glanced down at the pistol, revealing a thoughtful look, and after a few seconds, he raised his hand and fired another shot, which hit the bull's-eye.

Bang bang several shots, and in the end, several bullet holes overlapped in the center of the target, not a centimeter off.

Momiji finally began to be a little surprised, she thought about it, pulled the target to the farthest 25 meters, and tried again, and it was still the same hit rate.

"......" Momiji was silent for a moment, "If you have mastered shooting skills beforehand, you should have told me in advance, and I can make a more effective schedule." ”

"I used to play with airsoft guns very accurately, and I rarely threw mineral water bottles into the trash can...... But it is not possible to be accurate to this extent. ”

Shiraishi was also very puzzled, he looked at the gun in his palm twice, put it away for the time being, and found an ordinary gun.

The two guns are not of the same model, Shiraishi aimed at the target, and shot out, 8 rings.

After that, it is all in the center of the circle.

"The world...... Does it magnify a person's strengths? Shiraishi touched the slightly hot gun, thoughtful, "Actually, I've always felt that after I came, I even made up more various excuses." ”

"It's possible, but I don't feel like I'm getting any more knowledge." Momiji muttered, "Maybe it's because the creativity has strengthened...... When I get back, I'll have to apply for a few new programs. ”

…… Stop it, and the winery will be bald.

Thinking so, Shiraishi fired a few more shots at the target, consolidating his newly awakened talent.

Momiji quickly came back to his senses and remembered the main purpose of coming to the shooting range.

Since there is no need to practice the pistol for the time being......

She pushed the door open and left.

It didn't take long for him to come back with another box of sniper rifles:

"Let's try this at the field range. If you can use it like a pistol, you can use it, and you can hit it accurately...... Why don't you apply for another sniper position for your ontology? ”

Facing her serious eyes, Shiraishi shook slightly.

Then he took a deep breath and bitterly refused: "No." ”

……

The progress of the training was much faster than Momiji expected.

After solving the problem of "the new employees who are very important to the boss don't know how to use guns", the plan to stay at the shooting range for two or three days was meaningless, and the two returned that afternoon.

Driving on the darkening mountain road, Momiji was thinking about where to let Shiraishi practice his bomb skills, when suddenly there was a muffled sound outside the car, followed by the body shaking, faintly deflecting to the side.

"Got a puncture?" Shiraishi opened his eyes and sat up straight.

"It should be." Momiji nodded, his expression a little distressed.

But soon she thought of something and regained her composure.

The car slowly stopped, and when it was completely stopped, the two saw a simple car in front of the car.

Momiji got out of the car and looked at the tires of his car, and then looked at the car in front:

"The breach is very similar, probably pierced by the same sharp object...... I called the logistics to come and tow us and drop us back by the way. ”

"Wait." Bai Shi looked at the light screen that suddenly popped up, and there were actually two more tasks on it in the wilderness.

[Save the honest man who is witty but not rational enough x1]

【Liberation of the Wandering Spirit】

…… There's a dead man in the car in front?

Shiraishi walked over to the car, bent down and glanced out the window, it was empty.

The trunk wasn't opened, but it didn't smell bloody, corpse, and more importantly - there weren't Maori Kogoro and Conan here.

Although there was no evidence at all, Shiraishi always felt that the car was left behind by Maori and his party......

It was already completely dark, but it was not quiet around, and there was a lot of water.

Following the prestige, Baishi found that dozens of meters away, there was a house supported by wooden stakes, which at first glance looked like a bamboo building of the Dai people.

The wooden house is backed by a cliff with a waterfall rumbling down the cliff, which sets off the house in style

On the sign at the door, there seems to be some kind of "temple" engraved.

"Let's take a look." Shiraishi gestured to the special temple, "There's a new mission." ”

"Okay." Momiji took out her bag, locked the car, and just took two steps in the direction of the temple, she suddenly heard Shiraishi ask, "By the way, can you read sign language?" ”