sinovels Chapter 202 Joint Mission
Chapter 202 Joint Mission
Zen Yuanhui was in a state of mind wandering throughout the class, feeling that she was not well.
The topic is my father?Who is my father?Oh, what a monastery.A dark cloud floated above Chanyuan Hui's head, and fine raindrops could still be seen faintly falling on his hair.He can't even start the beginning. Generally speaking, the first sentence of the composition is to describe his father. Others can write: My father is a policeman, my father is a doctor, and I...
Zenyuan Hui's expression was indifferent, thinking in his heart if he could just write about Shuo, should I write about my father being a scumbag?Moreover, the parent's signature is required... He now sincerely hopes that the Chanyuan Shier will not come back tonight, so that he can let Shuo replace him.
So Zenyuan Hui was thinking about this matter until after school, so absorbed that he didn't even hear Ayumi Yoshida's voice behind him. It wasn't until several members of the Detective Boys chased after him panting that he didn't know what to do. Stopping and recovering: "Yoshida Tong... Ayumi, what's the matter?"
"That..." Yoshida Ayumi gasped, raised her head to look at Zenyuan Hui, and said in her mouth: "We are going to Polo Café for snacks, do you want Hui to come together?" That's what she said, but she His eyes were full of "come on, come on" expectation.
Chanyuan Hui was a little moved, because the food there was really delicious, but he thought about the composition that he hadn’t written yet, and he didn’t know how long it would torture him, so he finally hesitated and shook his head: “I’m going home early today, Can I do it next time?"
Yoshida Ayumi was not disappointed, but her eyes lit up all of a sudden, she made a "yeah" gesture to Conan and the others behind her, and then smiled and said to Chanyuan Hui: "Then it's settled, next time Hui You must come."
Megumi Zenyuan blinked, thinking that he could bring back desserts for Saku, so he nodded at Ayumi Yoshida and agreed, then he pulled up his schoolbag, said goodbye to them and headed home go.
Chanyuan Shuo saw a strange scene that night. Chanyuan Hui was sitting at the table with a pen in his hand, thinking hard. On the notebook in front of him, only the four characters of the title were placed on it, and the bottom was blank.Chanyuanhui pondered for a long time, and finally seemed to have made up her mind, took a deep breath and began to write quickly in her homework book.
Chanyuan Shuo felt a little strange. In the past, Hui had already finished his homework at this time. Could it be that the task assigned this time was difficult?But he didn't think much about it, he just glanced up when he was passing by, and it turned out to be terrible, he saw the composition title written on the top at a glance:
my father.
Chanyuan Shuo: ...Wait!What are you going to write?
Chanyuan Shuo quickly reacted and held Chanyuan Hui's hand, with a serious expression on his face. Seeing Chanyuan Hui's puzzled expression, he silently picked up the half-written composition, and then fell into deep thought.
Hui, I know you want to avoid some conclusive words, but with such a euphemistic description, it feels like you might as well just write "human scum":
[My dad would fight with his uncle and aunt every day, and sometimes they would fight...]
Chanyuan Shuo: ...This is true, but why is it written so strangely?
[I don’t come home every night, I like to gamble, I always ask Shuo for money, and I never pay it back...]
Chanyuan Shuo: ...um...can't refute...
[I'm not allowed to sleep with Shuo yet, occupying Shuo every day...I want to grow up quickly, so that I can protect Shuo from being bullied by him...]
Chanyuan Shuo's expression was indescribable.
To be honest, if you just hand it in like this... the scene of the teacher's serious face coming to visit the house floated in Chanyuan Shuo's mind, and he felt that he was not well.
"Hui..." Chanyuan Shuo hesitated to speak.
"Isn't it possible?" Chanyuanhui lay down on the table dejectedly, squeezed her face with a bit of baby fat on it, and shrugged at Chanyuan Shuo, "It's so difficult, Shuo, I don't know how to write it."
I don't know if you ask me that way... Zenyuan Shuo struggled for a while, trying to recall Bayer's evaluation of Zenyuan Shier: scum, boy, gold-swallowing beast... The sense of the picture came out.
"Why don't I write Ugly Treasure." Zen Yuanhui's eyes lit up, "Ugly Treasure is much easier to write than that bastard."
Think about it, he can write Choubao to build blocks with him, and help him carry the paintbrush... and Chanyuan Shier... Heh, it would be nice not to ask him to help carry things.
"No, Hui..." Let's not talk about whether your teacher thinks you have watched too many cartoons, and why you think Ugly is better than Shi Erjun... Well, it is not wrong to a certain extent , but you can’t just remove the status of Mr. Shier because he tried to make you call Ugly Bao your father when you were a child, “Mr. Shier still has some advantages…” right?
"advantage…"
Zenyuanhui tried to remember.
Zenyuanhui gave up thinking.
Chanyuan Shuo and Chanyuan Hui looked at each other, he looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, and finally took out his mobile phone resolutely, and found a template on the Internet, after some unrecognizable revisions, he forced Chanyuan Shi Ersai went in.Chanyuan Shuo looked at the final draft, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he covered his chest with his hands, feeling condemned by his conscience.
Shi Erjun, you should think about why this happened.
"Parents' signatures are also required..." Zenyuan Hui said quietly.
"Parents...it's okay if it's not Mr. Shier himself?" Chanyuan Shuo was a little uncertain. He looked at Chanyuan Hui's "haggard" face, took the pen in his hand, closed his eyes and signed the composition with difficulty, " Alright, Hui, let's go play, Mr. Shi Er has to go to work today, and he won't be back until midnight at least."
Zenyuan Hui showed a small smile, he ran out wearing slippers "da da", then poked his head out from the door, and said to Zenyuan Shuo: "Saku, I promised Ayumi to go with them in two days. Café Poirot."
Ayumi... seems to be a member of the boy detective team?Is this making friends?Zenyuan Saku thought with some relief, "I know, but...be careful." He specifically pointed to Conan Edogawa's moving Grim Reaper.
Chanyuan Hui patted his chest and said that he would definitely protect himself: "Shuo, too, be careful. If Zenyuan is very... Shuo, just leave him and run away." The conversations between them are rarely hidden from him. In addition to their teachings to him, he has a clear understanding almost from the beginning of his memory, that is, he must absolutely protect the Chanyuan Shuo. As for the Chanyuan Shier...use In the words of Yamada Mei, it is: the scourge has been around for thousands of years, and the gorilla in Shier, Zenyuan, will never die, no matter what he does.
...Besides, Zenyuan Shier is a scumbag, so it is absolutely necessary to protect Shuo from him.Zenyuan Hui deeply agrees with this.
Chanyuan Shuo laughed dumbfoundedly, Mei and the others taught what incredible things to benefit?Besides, he is not that weak. If he really tried his best, few people would be able to stand in front of him, but he didn't say anything about it. After all, Chanyuan Hui said this for the purpose of worrying about him, so he walked over Rubbing Chanyuan Hui's hair, he said softly, "Okay, Hui will protect me when the time comes."
Chanyuan Hui nodded solemnly. He has never seen the strength of Chanyuan Shuo, and in his impression, Shuo seems to be in poor health...Although he is still young, he will grow up one day. Thinking of this, Chanyuan Hui naturally put herself in the position of a protector. Of course, this kind of behavior is really cute and interesting to Chanyuan Shuo: "So Hui, do you want to eat ginger roast tomorrow?"
Chanyuanhui's eyes lit up, and she happily raised her hand and stood on tiptoe to signal that she wanted to eat. Chanyuanshuo raised her eyebrows and thought about calling Shi Erjun to bring some back. Anyway, he is the one who cooks. I don't even know how to pick dishes...
"Ah Choo." Chanyuan Shier sneezed suddenly, he rubbed his nose, thinking that those guys were scolding him again... Heh.
They are now outside a secret base. This base belongs to a gang. Originally, there was no conflict between the organization and them. Most of the time, they even cooperated with the local gang, but they accidentally learned of the gang There is an arms smuggling route, and this route is in the hands of Makoto Nozawa (the boss of the gang).
So compared to cooperation, this smuggling route is naturally more important, because mastering it means a lot of money and arms, so the organization made a decision to seize this route.After many investigations, they sacrificed the lives of many peripheral members, and got a piece of information that Makoto Nozawa will be in this base for a few days, so this is their best time to make a move.
"Curaçao has sneaked in and is sending the information back to the base. Bourbon, you will meet her at the base exit on the west side in a moment. The base exits on the east and south sides are guarded by Chianti, Cohen, and Bomo respectively. At that time, I will activate the bombs planted in the base, and if anyone escapes from the place you are guarding..." Qin Jiu snorted lightly, and said in a cold voice, "Be sure not to leave anyone behind."
"Don't worry, Gin, there will be no problems with Cohen, I just don't know..." Chianti said through the communication headset, and the words seemed to imply something.
"Do you want to stay in bed for another two weeks?" Chanyuan Shier leaned on the tree trunk, staring absently at the exit of the base through the gap between the trees. After all, he didn't pay attention to Chianti at all, now Since he couldn't kill her directly, he didn't bother to talk nonsense to her.
"you!"
Is there a bad relationship between Chianti and Bowmore?Toru Amuro rested his fingers on the communication headset, thinking to himself.This was the first time he had seen so many members of the code name gathered together. Apart from the few he knew, Curacao and Bowmore were the first he had heard of.
I don't know if this can be used.Amuro thought in his heart, and then he vetoed his own idea. Although it seemed that Chianti seemed to be provoking Bomer, he could hear some hidden deep fear from her words. Knowing that in his understanding, Chianti is a member of an organization that takes pleasure in killing people, and his strength is not bad, which can make her feel intimidated, plus one person guards an exit... How strong is this person code-named Bowmore? powerful?
"Okay, Chianti." Gin stopped Chianti's one-sided quarrel. I really don't know what she thought of rushing forward to provoke her knowing that she couldn't do anything about Bowmore. If it wasn't for no legitimate reason Under certain circumstances (such as undercover), members of the organization cannot kill each other. He really wants to wash his brains in Chianti, "Curaçao, are you okay there?"
The communication headset was quiet for a second, and then Curacao's cold voice came from inside: "Give me another minute."
"Brother, what about those peripheral members in the base? Do you want to notify them to withdraw?"
"No need." Gin returned the binoculars to Vodka, and said indifferently, "Makoto Nozawa is not an idiot. Once they make a move, they will definitely startle the snake. Blame their bad luck."
Do you regard human life as a consumable?Toru Amuro clenched his fists slightly, his eyes darkened for a moment, every time when he had already imagined the organization to be very powerful, someone would come out and tell him that your imagination is far from enough... But the more so, The more he wants to destroy the organization and drive it out of the country he loves, otherwise all those sacrifices will be wasted?
"It's done, Gin." Curacao's voice sounded through the earphones.
"Very good." The corner of Gin's mouth curved cruelly, "Bourbon, get ready to respond, Curacao, you only have 3 minutes to get out of there." After hearing the answering sound in the earphones, he looked at The minute hand turned three times, and the finger decisively pressed the bomb's controller.
The sound of the explosion startled the people in the base immediately, and there was a lot of noise, and the base suddenly became chaotic. Under the protection of several bodyguards, Makoto Nozawa hurried towards the exit of the base.
One shot from Chianti killed a person who had escaped from the base, and she whistled happily. Just as she was about to express her feelings, she heard a rustling sound from the communication channel, and then What followed was the voice of Zenyuan Shier:
"Hey?"
etc?Did I hear you right?This is calling...?Bourbon staggered and almost tripped. After standing still, he looked at Curacao, and found that she had the same expression as his own, with an unbelievable expression. Is this the time to make a phone call?
Gin...Gin silently clenched the gun in his hand, and the veins on his forehead jumped happily. Seeing him like this, Vodka took a step back silently and shouted in his heart: Bowmore, what are you doing? What are you doing?