Vodka couldn't help but grin like an idiot.

Rum: "..."

In some respects, he seems to be in charge of logistics, but he is still No. 2 in the organization...

Luck's taken-for-granted attitude misunderstood him quite deeply!

The microphone was silent for a second, "I have something to confirm recently. Your operational intelligence has been confirmed. You should be able to handle the rest."

"Yeah, you don't have to worry about it from now on," Gin Jiu was still calm, pulled out a chair and sat down, then turned to ask Chi Feichi, "Lark, have you gone to see the training situation, how do you feel?"

"There are six people left," Chi Feichi hissed, "After reading this, the intracranial pressure increased a bit."

"Increased intracranial pressure?" Vodka was confused, pulled up a chair and sat down.

"One of the obvious symptoms of increased intracranial pressure is a sudden severe headache that continues to get worse." Shui Wulian smiled and took over the topic, "It seems that the training effect of those people is not very good, but Lark, you really spoke today.

It’s so damaging, shouldn’t it be because you’re in a bad mood?”

Vodka really wanted to say, 'Luck is always bad, but you don't know', but after thinking about it, he remained silent.

Gin lowered his head and took out a cigarette and said, "You should say you are in a good mood?"

Chi Feichi did not deny it. He looked at the map on the table, his expression unchanged, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "After all, nosy people are annoying."

He didn't look forward to assassinating Yasuki Domon, he looked forward to killing Conan, but only he knew about that expectation, and there had to be some specific reason.

Domon Yasutei and Adrien are the same kind of people. They have a strong sense of justice, have a lot of influence in politics, and like to meddle in other people's business. Adrien once sabotaged his operation to kill Shuichi Akai. He hated Adrien and also hated Tumon.

Mon Yasuhui, it is normal to expect Tumon Yasuhui to die soon.

"Hmph..." Ginjiu laughed in a low voice, lit the cigarette, and when he turned to look at Chi Feichi, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Then should I leave you the chance to shoot?"

Chianti, who had just walked in, was anxious, "Hey, Gin, didn't you agree that Cohen and I would come this time?"

Cohen looked at Chi Feichi who was sitting behind his desk and began to make calculations in his mind.

Judging from the last time Lark simulated sniping, Lark's sniping skills were overall better than theirs. Not only was his fatal hit distance farther than theirs, but his aiming and calculation speed were also faster than theirs.

If the distance is more than 600 yards, he and Chianti have no hope of grabbing the head, but if the distance is two to three hundred yards, then you can still try...

"No," Chi Fei declined without much thought, "That's not the goal I'm most looking forward to."

Chianti thought about how anxious he had just been and felt a little embarrassed, but he still didn't say anything and stepped forward to pull out a chair and sit down.

"Now that everyone is here, let's talk about the action..." Gin did not continue and looked at Reina Mizuna, "Kiel, the time has been determined, right?"
Chapter completed!