Chapter 419 Kevin will die 3 times
A square somewhere was crowded with people and very lively, and there were police everywhere guarding and maintaining order.
Everyone was very enthusiastic, probably because of the appearance of a certain character.
The reporter at the front of the crowd kept adjusting the camera to ensure that he could accurately capture the required images.
At this moment, an old man with gray hair in a suit appeared in the square, surrounded by several bodyguards.
He had a mental appearance that was completely inconsistent with his hair color. His whole temperament showed that he was a person of high status. He walked while smiling and waving to the crowd.
As he appeared, the enthusiasm of the scene reached its peak, and countless people shouted: "Kevin, Kevin..."
The reporters also pointed their cameras at him as he walked around.
At the same time, the radio began to introduce the old man.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am sorry to have kept you waiting. It is my honor to introduce to you our town's proud next presidential candidate, Kevin Brown."
When Kevin Brown stood on the podium, the scene gradually quieted down, and people began to look forward to the speech that was about to begin.
boom!
Suddenly, a gunshot was heard, and a horrible bloody hole appeared between Kevin's eyebrows, and he fell to the ground.
Suddenly, screams broke out in the square.
The next moment, the square darkened and disappeared out of thin air.
A proud female voice rang out: "Okay, 500 yards passed!"
A short-haired woman wearing a headset and holding a sniper/rifle in her hand stood on a high platform.
Chianti raised her gun with satisfaction. Since the image disappeared, it meant that she had successfully killed the target.
It turns out that this is not a square, but a secret training base of the Black Organization, and everything that just happened was just a projection.
"It's your turn, Cohen." Chianti chewed gum and looked at Cohen on the other side.
The two were conducting a sniper training competition.
Hearing Chianti's words, Cohen said nothing as usual, but raised the sniper rifle in his hand. The next second, a projection of a lake appeared, and in the center of the lake was the old man Kevin, who was rowing and reading.
The crosshairs were accurately fixed on Kevin's brow. The next second, a gunshot rang out, and the old man was shot dead and fell into the lake.
Same person, same death, just different location.
Chianti looked at the result and couldn't help but say, "550 yards. You deserve it for being so easy."
Cohen put away his gun expressionlessly, as if what had just happened was not done by him.
Chianti did not say much. She had long been accustomed to her companion's silence. If it were not for the occasional mission requiring them to communicate a few words, she would have thought Cohen was a mute.
At this time, two figures, one fat and one thin, appeared at the entrance of the training room. They didn't say anything, but just watched Chianti and Cohen's training quietly.
Chianti raised his gun again. This time the scene was a Shinkansen that was about to stop at a station, and Chianti was located on a tall building facing the platform.
In the train, the old man appeared again, also reading a book in his hand.
The train stopped at the platform and he turned to look out the window.
Chianti had already aimed his crosshairs at the old man's head, and seeing this he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The old man was shot in the head again and the picture disappeared.
Same old man, same way of death, different place.
"600 yards, OK!"
Chianti put away his gun, turned his head to look at Cohen, and raised his chin proudly: "Kevin Brown will die three times."
"Four times."
Cohen corrected Chianti's words indifferently, raised his gun and aimed. This time the sniping distance was 650 yards, and a lively football game appeared in the camera.
The poor old man who had been killed three times was sitting in the VIP room watching the game below.
On the other side, Vodka suddenly said to Gin: "Brother, they did a good job."
Gin put his hands in his pockets, stood there with an indifferent expression, and did not answer.
He looked at Cohen. Although the gathering distance was set to 650 yards and Cohen had given up the boast that the old man would die four times, based on his understanding of his men, he was afraid...
Gunshots rang out and Cohen opened fire.
But unfortunately, it missed the target and the bullet hit the back of the chair where the old man was sitting.
Cohen's expression changed slightly, and he looked a little unhappy.
Chianti immediately laughed sarcastically, raised his gun and said, "What a pity! This time, as long as I hit the target, I win."
The trigger was pulled, but like Cohen, she missed her target.
Chianti tutted in dissatisfaction.
In this round, it seemed like both players were tied and neither hit the target, but in fact, Chianti lost - because her bullet was even more off target than Cohen's and hit the popcorn bucket on the table next to her.
The old man finally survived after dying three times. It is really cause for celebration.
Vodka said with some regret: "It seems that 600 yards is their limit."
Having worked with these two people for a long time, Vodka thought they could break their limits this time, but they failed in the end.
"Let's stop here." Gin said coldly and turned to leave.
"Gin!" Chianti shouted dissatisfiedly, "Let me try again, I will definitely win this time!"
"no need."
Chianti's face changed slightly. What does this mean? Do you think she's not good enough?
Cohen didn't say anything, just looked at the back of Gin's head in silence.
Gin stopped and said with a cold look on his back, "This time the target is only two or three hundred yards at most."
Chianti was stunned: "You mean..."
Gin turned his head and revealed his profile, with murderous intent emanating from his eyes beneath the brim of his hat.
He said slowly and coldly: "Chianti, Cohen... is working."
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Nichimera TV studio.
Yoko Okino waved to the camera with a gentle smile: "Thank you for watching Yoko's Four Minutes in the Kitchen, and see you next week!"
The live broadcast is over.
"Everyone has worked hard!" The director clapped his hands and walked forward, "You can take a break now."
Yoko Okino smiled and said to Kogoro Maori beside her: "Mr. Maori is really amazing. He is not at all stage fright during the live broadcast!"
Mao Lilan, who was standing at the edge of the studio, also agreed: "Really, Dad is so awesome!"
Maori Kogoro acted quite calmly: "No, no, that's totally not a good performance!"
He slurped a mouthful of noodles, closed his eyes and savored the taste: "Ms. Yoko, it's all because you're too beautiful. You made my noodles too excited. Look at the Yoko-flavored ramen I cooked. The noodles are all rotten. I was completely defeated!"
"Hey hey hey!"
Kogoro Mori showed his standard pervert smile.
Yoko Okino was a little speechless, but she still had a standard smile on her face.
She had gotten used to Kogoro Mori's behavior and knew that he only looked a bit frivolous but was actually a good person.
Conan looked speechless with empty eyes: What do you mean the noodles were KOed? It was you who cooked the noodles too much, right? It's just as bad as your lecherous look!
Just as Conan was frantically competing with his future father-in-law, suddenly a gurgling sound came from his stomach.
Mao Lilan smiled and bent down: "I forgot that we haven't had breakfast yet."
Conan was extremely embarrassed and could only force out a perfunctory smile.
Kogoro Mori and Yoko Okino also came over.
Seeing that Conan was hungry, Okino Yoko thought she was being careless, so she suggested, "If it's convenient, why don't you go to the TV station's restaurant with me for breakfast?"
Before Conan and Maori Ran could speak, Maori Kogoro immediately clapped his hands and agreed: "Okay, okay!"
Mao Lilan and Conan immediately showed the same dead fish eyes: Are you going to have breakfast? I am too embarrassed to expose your purpose!