I! Black Organization Boss

I, black organization Gangster Author: No tower sauce

Ryazan traveled to the world of Detective Conan and became a member of the black organization.

Ryazan smiled contemptuously in the face of various agents, pupils of the god of death, and organization of twenty-five boys.

You said that you are better than me. Then come up and compete?

What is an international boss?(Tactical backward)

Chapter 1 Mescal wine

America, a certain city.

Ryazan was lying on the edge of the roof of a building with his face on the sniper rifle.

At this moment, he was looking into the distance through the sniper scope.

Then, he spoke to the man behind him——

"Gin, I found a problem."

Gin reached out and pressed his hat on top of his head, alert.

"what is the problem?"

"Look at the big office on the 27th floor. The boss's secretary looks really beautiful." Ryazan said.

Gin: "???"

If he remembers correctly, the goal of this mission is on the 30th floor, right?

Why are you aiming at the twenty-seventh floor in your idle time?!

Ryazan didn't seem to notice Gin's anger, and continued: "By the way, can't the organization provide me with a secretary, the kind who is beautiful and gentle?"

Gin took a deep breath: "No, impossible, and the killer doesn't need these."

"But don't you have a secretary, vodka."

"Vodka is a partner." Gin gritted his teeth.

"Nonsense, in addition to helping you drive, vodka helps you light up cigarettes and pour alcohol, isn't it just a secretary?"

Hearing what Ryazan said, Gin suddenly froze.

What Ryazan said... Does it seem reasonable??

Just when Gin doubted his life, Ryazan moved.

In his eyes, the scene has changed.

Buildings, air, sunlight, the condition of guns, the actions of targets, in his eyes, became a flow of data!

The position of aiming and the timing of shooting are clearly visible!

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his fingers pressed down firmly—

boom!!!

The sound of a gun brought Gin's thoughts back to reality.

He grabbed the binoculars and looked at the target point.

In the telescope, the target was leaning on the chair, his hands hanging down weakly, and a bleeding hole appeared in the back of his head.

And on the table in front, there was a large patch of blood. Don't even think about it, the injury on the front face is definitely more serious than that on the back.

He smacked his lips and lit a cigarette.

"Six hundred and eighty yards... worthy of you, unbiased, killed with a single shot, looking at the world, there are not many people who can fight you."

Ryazan sighed, sat up, stretched out his hand to remove the barrel.

"It's okay...you, and rye whiskey, no worse than me."

Gin said coldly: "That traitor is no longer worthy of a code name. He is the FBI, Hideichi Akai."

With that, he took down the smoke and blew out a puff of smoke.

"Although I don't want to admit it, Shuichi Akai's sniper skills are indeed extremely high."

Ryazan hummed a song, took the sniper rifle apart and put it in his backpack: "Go."

Gin nodded.

Just about to leave, he was taken aback for a moment, and reached out his hand to take out the phone.

After connecting, he listened for a while and nodded.

"I understand."

After saying this, he hung up his phone and looked at Ryazan.

"What's wrong?" Ryazan asked.

"Remember Higashino Co., Ltd., the Japanese one." Gin asked, smoking his cigarette.

"Hmm...Is that the Higashino who hid the guns and was photographed by us at the trading scene?"

"Yes." Gin nodded. "Their president has agreed to the transaction. Tomorrow night, he will buy back the film for 100 million yen."

"One hundred million." Ryazan narrowed his eyes.

Only more than six million yuan, less than one million US dollars.

It's kind of boring.

As if he had guessed Ryazan’s thoughts, Gin said in a deep voice, “This transaction is more to open a convenient trading route in Japan than money. In the future, organizations who use various weapons in Japan will enjoy more. convenient."

"Well, a capitalist's ugly face... So, do you want to go there? What do you do?"

"Huh." The corners of Gin's mouth raised, smiling like an uncle playing vector manipulation.

"It's not what I do...but us."

Ryazan: "???"

"Belmod has applied for a new assignment for you to be responsible for emergency handling in Japan. Although I hate that woman, I have to say that this assignment is suitable for you. At least it saves me a lot of trouble..."

"And this time, the first thing we have to deal with is the handover of the negatives of the Higashino Club. Vodka is 80% unreliable to go to, and we will go together.

Ryazan had a black question mark on his face, "No, I just got a little more comfortable here in the United States, will you get me Japan right away?"