allendalepharm Chapter 207: Blockbuster, "Survival in the Wild"
Chapter 207: Blockbuster, "Survival in the Wild"
"My name is Shuichi Akai, an FBI investigator.
He once worked undercover in a black organization and also moved around in various black organization gangs.
This time I came to this uninhabited primeval forest alone.
I will show you how a man can get out alive with only a dagger."
On a bare mountain top, a bearded man looked at the sunset in the distance and the endless forest with a numb expression.
Behind him, there seemed to be some background music and subtitles, with four big characters in neat and clear letters:
"Man vs. Wild"
Shuichi Akai, who had been walking in this hellhole for several days without finding a way out, cursed the brewery and the group of people he saw on the wall in his heart.
It was definitely not the winery that threw him into the mountains, and Gin wanted to kill him.
Thinking about it this way, the only possibility is the new organization that seems to have a mysterious oriental shadow.
On the first day of the test, he fell into the hands of the opponent. Such strength was terrifying.
"damn it."
Mr. Silver Bullet took a deep breath after deciding on the next direction to go.
Carrying the backpack he had made of snake skin and animal fur and a small amount of supplies, he walked to the other side of the mountain.
He has an irreconcilable relationship with this organization!
Outside the forest,
The robot in charge of observation looked at the image fed back by the "leaf observer" on the electronic screen and rubbed its chin.
"His health value is so strange, is this the ability of the little lucky child who is protected by the heaven that the adults mentioned?"
The robots, who had never been exposed to this kind of thing, were ready to go, laughing like villains.
This observation object is so interesting!
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"What about people?"
Gin, who was sitting at the bar, looked coldly at Vermouth, who was leaning back in her seat like a boneless person.
The other person was playing with the wine glass on the table.
The fingertips with thin calluses gently rubbed along the rim of the cup, rubbing the lipstick stuck on it into a more smudged shape.
"After our people followed to the edge of the primeval forest, they saw the other side carrying people in."
"Confirmed?"
Rum behind the counter wiped the newly acquired glass with a soft cloth.
The previous batch of wine glasses were taken away overnight by those weird guys, and the newly purchased glasses turned out to be pretty good.
"Of course. After all, they have been following me for a long time. Whether it was Judy or Rye, I heard their conversation clearly that day."
Vermouth flicked the glass with her fingers; the wine inside had been diluted by the water melted from the ice ball and was becoming too bland.
Hearing this, Gin laughed and lit another cigarette.
What those guys did this time made him quite happy.
Look, compared to being used as an experimental subject/auction item, it is obviously a very pleasant thing for that guy Rye to be thrown into the desolate woods to survive.
Why didn't he think that instead of beating that guy to death directly, it would be better to throw him into that kind of place and torture him.
"It seems they still have something in common with us."
Rum put down the cup in his hand.
During this period of time, all the information they obtained confirmed that the technology in those guys' hands was what the BOSS wanted.
Even if the purpose is different, at least getting it will allow them to take their research a step further.
"Vermouth, what did that person say to you last time?"
"Hmm? Oh - 'Flesh and Blood Suffering, Mechanical Ascension'. I believe the boss will be interested."
"That's really exciting."
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“Ah, ah, ah! …Ah, ah!”
Yun Xianhe, who sneezed a series of times, covered his mouth and nose, and there was some saline solution in the corners of his eyes.
"Have a cold?"
Zhu Fu Jingguang reached out and felt the temperature of Yun Xianhe's forehead.
After making sure it was just a little chilly, he handed the extra coat he had prepared to the other person.
"No, it's probably because of the dust in the air."
Yun Xianhe, with a muffled voice, rubbed the tip of his nose lightly, wiped it carefully with a handkerchief, then took out a mask from his pocket and put it on.
It always felt like someone was scolding him.
"Are you really okay, kid? Why do I feel like you've lost weight recently?"
Maori Kogoro, who was standing aside, looked at Yun Xianhe with half-moon eyes, wondering why a man who could eat so much didn't gain any weight at all.
"Haha, I don't have much appetite lately."
It's that damned stomach ulcer.
Although analgesia avoids the feeling of pain, the strange feeling of having someone's stomach stirred by hands still exists.
In the past few days, he vomited almost everything he ate, and the effect of low blood pressure was directly aggravated.
To the point that Yun Xianhe felt dizzy today.
Conan looked at Yun Xianhe hesitantly, and finally swallowed his words of persuasion.
It shouldn't be a big problem, after all, Mr. Midorikawa is watching.
"Here are the tickets for you guys."
"Thank you, Xiaolan—"
Yun Xianhe casually put the ticket into his pocket and glanced at the promotional poster on the wall next to him:
"Mr. Guang, do you think there will be any delicious food for sale in this park?"
“…Even if there is something delicious, you can’t eat too much.”
"Hai Hai Yi——"
Xiaolan on the side smiled and turned to look at Maori Kogoro:
"Actually, Dad can go to Dolphin Park with us."
Maori Kogoro's expression clearly showed some disgust:
"How can a man like me go to see dolphins? The paradise that men dream of is really..."
Everyone saw the other person take out a roll of newspaper from his pocket.
"I'm talking about the horse racing meeting! If you let me win this time, I'll treat you to a super luxurious dinner tonight!"
"Great!"
Only Yun Xianhe responded happily, while the rest of the people looked at Maori Kogoro with half-moon eyes.
Xiaolan's tone seemed a little angry:
"Dinner is okay, I'll be thankful if it doesn't cost our family's finances! Also, Dad, please don't lead Xianhe-kun astray!"
"I understand... Besides, there's no way I could possibly lead this kid astray."
"Xianhe, don't learn."
Zhu Fu Jingguang said with a serious expression.
The person who was secretly taking candy out of his pocket and putting it into his mouth said "Huh?", his expression full of surprise.
Conan's mouth twitched slightly, and he said with a half-moon eye:
"I guess what Brother Xianhe noticed just now was only the second half of Uncle Maori's sentence, 'super luxurious dinner'."
"It doesn't matter. Even if Uncle Maori doesn't treat us, I can treat you."
It should be okay to order a few more dishes and eat just a little of each, right?
A man who had been drinking porridge for two days in a row said that if he didn't eat something else, he would die.
"Idle Crane."
Zhu Fu Jingguang, who guessed what he was thinking, shouted helplessly and counted on his fingers how many times the other party had felt nauseous in these two short days.
If the other party had not vomited blood, he would have suspected that he had gastric perforation.
Feeling that dinner was getting away from him, the brave man looked pitifully at Morobushi Kagemitsu, trying to get the other party to agree to his bold attempt in the evening.
Mr. Guang, who had anticipated the outcome, turned his head away, his heart hardened:
"There are many types of porridge in the recipe you gave me before. You can choose one."
"Then I want seafood porridge and century egg and lean pork porridge!"
“…You can only choose one.”
"Hey - you need side dishes to drink porridge. How about another steamed dumpling? Or a small portion of fried shrimp and chicken? Tea eggs?"
Someone was trying to get himself into trouble by repeatedly testing Mr. Guang's anger level.
Conan watched Yun Xianhe bargaining with Zhu Fujingguang about dinner.
He glanced at Maori Kogoro who had been fooling around with two girls and had made Xiaolan so angry that her face turned black.
Finally sighed helplessly.
Sure enough, he is the only one in this team who is positive.
"Conan likes it too! Mr. Guang, please make more. How about I invite them to dinner at our place tonight?"
"??"
The little detective who was inexplicably dragged here had a head full of questions.
When he looked up, he met Yun Xianhe's brilliant smile.
"Conan-kun, you also like Mr. Guang's craftsmanship, right?"
Conan, who always felt that he might be in danger if he didn't agree, immediately said:
"Oh yeah! I really like the food Midorikawa-nii cooks!"
"Mr. Guang, look, two against one, the minority obeys the majority—"
The hero is very good at acting cute in order to get food.
At least Zhu Fujingguang, who originally thought he was hard-hearted, was completely defeated and had to surrender and promise the other party that he would make an additional serving of fried shrimp in addition to the porridge and buns.
"But don't eat too much."
"Hai Hai Yi——"
Get dinner!