Conan's Organization No. 3

However, he found that after withdrawing his gaze, Gulangong suddenly raised his right arm, raised the pistol that appeared in his hand at an unknown time, and aimed a shot at the silver long-haired man who was supported by Brandy.

"Biu!"

Of course, there is a silencer on the dark muzzle.

Furthermore, there was an identical wound on the abdomen of the long silver-haired man at the same location as Belmod.

"Well!"

The long-haired silver-haired man was finally awakened by the pain in his abdomen, but before he could figure out the situation, Brandy had already stuffed a cotton towel in his mouth, preventing him from making a sound.

Immediately, Gulangong walked up to Belmod, who was slightly stunned, and took her gun directly from her soft, soft white hand.

Then, Gulangon took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped off all the fingerprints on it. Then, wearing a white glove, he raised Belmod's pistol and came to the silver long-haired man who was struggling.

"No no no!"

Seeing Gulangon wearing white gloves and approaching with a pistol, the silver long-haired man naturally knew that he wanted to kill himself.

So, the silver long-haired man struggled desperately, wanting to pray to Gulangong not to kill him.

Chapter [-] Shirley

"No no no!"

The silver long-haired man was controlled by Brandy, struggling desperately, without a pitiful look in his fierce eyes.

However, Gulangong's expression did not change in the slightest. When he came to him, he still looked at him indifferently. He raised the pistol in his hand and aimed it at his temple.

Gulangong looked at the desperate eyes of the silver long-haired man, his gray eyes did not waver, as if nothing could surprise him, and then slowly pulled the trigger,

"Biu!"

The silver long-haired man lay weakly on the ground, and a pile of blood slowly flowed out of his head, dyed red with rain.

Immediately, Gulangong squatted in front of him, stuffed the pistol into the hand of the silver long-haired man, and put his index finger on the trigger.

After dealing with these matters, Gulangong turned around and glanced at Belmod, and said coldly,

"Let's go!"

Seeing the backs of Colangon and Brandy leaving, Belmod's pretty eyes flashed a strange color, then he covered his stomach with one hand and followed.

...

Chevrolet.

"Oh!"

Belmore got into the car and closed the door, breathing harder and harder.

"Back to base!"

"Buzz!"

The Chevrolet started slowly and drove off into the distance.

Gulangong saw Belmod's face turning pale in the rearview mirror, and said coldly,

"There's a medical kit under your seat!"

After speaking, Gulangong turned his head slightly to the side and looked at the drizzle outside the window.

Hearing Gulangon's words, Belmore was slightly startled, and immediately found the medicine box from under the seat, opened it, and found bandages, medical alcohol, and a bottle of special medicine.

She didn't mean to be shy at all, she just rolled up the lower part of her shirt, revealing her slender, white and smooth waist.

After briefly treating the wound with alcohol, Belmod smeared the medicine directly on the wound and wrapped it with a bandage without making any sound.

After doing all this, Belmore couldn't help but raise his pretty eyes, glanced at Gulangong on the passenger seat, and a charming and charming smile rose from the corner of his mouth, saying,

"I didn't expect you to care about me so much. Could it be—?"

Gulangong sneered, interrupted her words, turned around and glanced at her coldly, and said indifferently,

"Don't be too self-righteous, Belmod. And Bourbon let me tell you, he won't be here tonight, and I've done that for you, so you don't have to look for him again."

A faint mocking smile rose from the corners of the fiery red lips, and Belmore looked at Gulangong's stern profile with a faint smile, and said with great interest,

"It's not that I didn't see what happened just now."

Speaking of which, Belmore couldn't help but think of Gulangong just now. From killing people to destroying evidence, to arranging the scene, he was so sophisticated and decisive that he didn't look like a person who had just entered the organization.

However, he was no ordinary person, or else he would not have been selected for that program.

Thinking of this, Belmore couldn't help but look at Gulangong. To be honest, she became more and more interested in Gulangong.

...

the next day!

The road demon, the news of the suicide of the long silver-haired man was published in the newspaper.

...

In the dark corner, three figures wrapped in black trench coats slowly walked out.

Judging from their backs, they were two men and one woman, but surprisingly, the one in the lead was the shortest of the three.