MTL - COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew-Chapter 1095 Make a deal?

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"No." Shuji Tsushima denied Kitagawa Murura's speculation without changing his face or heartbeat.

"We really believe in your strength. After all, you are a very famous intelligence dealer. We really think you can compete with Rum~" he said confidently.

Bourbon and Scotland on the side recalled what the other party had said not long ago, with slightly interesting smiles on their faces.

Obviously, when Kitagawa Muroshu decided to find Rum, everyone was already ready to watch each other's excitement.

No one thought that the other party would win, so the three of them didn't even bother to start the bet. As expected, Beichuan Murao lost, and it seemed that the loss was quite miserable.

"I didn't expect Rum to be so good at fighting." Beichuan Murao sighed.

What about the leader of the intelligence department? Why are you fighting so hard?

Why is it the intelligence department who can fight so well?

"What do you think an intelligence officer is like?" Bourbon, the second in command of the intelligence department, asked sincerely.

"It's not that good at fighting. It's about the same as me. At most, it's a little better than me." Beichuan Murao said rigorously.

"Information depends on the brain!" He pointed to his head with some emotion.

"...So in your opinion, anyone who engages in intelligence can't fight?" Shuji Tsushima dug a hole for the other party with a smile.

"No, I mean, if you're smart enough, your brain alone is enough, but if you're not smart enough, you need combat ability as an aid..." Kitagawa Murashiu stepped into the pit and buried himself in the soil.

"That is to say, either he can't play bourbon, or his brain is not smart enough." Shuji Tsushima made a thoughtful conclusion.

"That's very good." He gave Beichuan Murao a thumbs up.

Kitagawa Murura's eyes slowly fell on Bourbon, and the blond-haired and purple-eyed man twitched his mouth with a half-smile.

"The second in command of the intelligence department should be worse than Rum..." Kitagawa Murao analyzed the situation in a low voice.

A little worse than Rum, should be able to beat.

Bourbon's expression froze immediately.

Worse than rum...

This sentence seemed to be played by the stereo system and surrounded his ears countless times.

"Want Bibi?" He didn't refute, just asked with a smile.

"Let's wait until the injury is healed, but in this way, even if I hire you, I may not be able to kill Rum..." Beichuan Murao sighed.

"You should be better at playing, right?" He looked towards Scotland.

The opponent looks taller than Bourbon, and his arm muscles seem to be more obvious.

After all, he is a sniper in the organization.

Through various means, he almost figured out the status of some members of the organization.

Base wine, as well as spirits, cocktails…

The strength of the members of the organization code-named spirits will not be weak.

Both bourbon and scotch are high in alcohol.

"In my case... probably the strength is not bad." Scotland glanced at his friend and said with a smile.

It's hard to say the strength of him and Bourbon, after all, they have received the same training courses since they were young.

Training also mostly ended in a draw.

If you really want to compete, I'm afraid you can only live and die, and see who survives in the end.

But they don't do that.

Bourbon's face looked a little dark.

How did you come to the conclusion that intelligence personnel are not good at fighting?

Not good at fighting but dare to steal information? Aren't you afraid of being found and beaten to death?

Excellent intelligence personnel are definitely experienced and have extraordinary skills.

Otherwise, he would have been killed during the mission.

Only with extraordinary skill can one escape smoothly after obtaining information.

This is the gap between wild intelligence dealers and organized intelligence personnel like them.

Kagome has never tried to break into the police station, FBI headquarters, mi6 building to steal information.

"Don't treat them as intelligence dealers, just treat them as the same existence as agents trained by various countries." Shuji Tsushima said to Osamu Kitagawa.

The intelligence personnel of the organization are all trained according to the level of spies from various countries. They can fight, can act, and have first-class intelligence gathering capabilities.

In the same way that only the best of the best can become agents, so too can only the best of the best decathletes make it into intelligence.

Otherwise, how could Rum be regarded as the second in command of the organization?

Because the intelligence department does have a high status.

"Indeed, I regarded them as ordinary intelligence dealers..." Beichuan Murao nodded.

Members of the criminal kingdom should not be compared with ordinary intelligence dealers.

It seems that there is no problem comparing their members with the top secret agents of various countries for organizations that have been noticed by various countries and have not been eliminated until now.

The ordinary members are probably equivalent to top soldiers.

If you think about it this way, there is nothing unacceptable if Rum is so good at fighting.

Bourbon should be pretty good too.

If that's the case, let's just try it out.

"I've been targeted by Rum, and he's probably going to take revenge on me in a short time. Is there any way to solve it?" Beichuan Murao asked seriously.

He didn't want to die yet.

"Have you been targeted by Rum?" It was not Bourbon and Scotland, nor Tsujima Shuji, who answered Kitagawa's words, but Chabli.

"Why did you bring a guy who was targeted by Rum to me? Send him away." The sloppy middle-aged man waved his hands with a look of displeasure.

If that guy Rum came over in person, it would be a little troublesome.

"You can ask him for help." Bourbon looked at Shuji Tsushima and said to Shuji Kitagawa.

"...young master...can you fight well?" Kitagawa Murura asked hesitantly after seeing that he didn't look like a boy who was good at fighting.

His impression of Shuji Tsushima is that he is unpredictable, powerful, high-status, sometimes very childish, capricious, and unscrupulous.

But being good at fighting is by no means included among so many labels.

"Both of us can't beat him." Scotland said very calmly and naturally.

He's telling the truth, so he's not ashamed of it.

Most people in the organization probably won't be able to beat Kayo, and Gin...

Never seen it, but it seems unlikely.

Kitagawa Murura looked at Shuji Tsushima, the black-haired, kite-eyed boy still looked sickly and indifferent, as if he hadn't heard them mention him.

The appearance is still childish, and the figure is still the figure of a teenager who has not grown up.

As a result, both Bourbon and Scotland can't beat each other?

This doesn't quite match his impression of the sickly young master. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

He also thought that the other party was a purely intellectual type.

Is the force value so high?

"In that case... How about making a deal?" The blond-haired, gray-eyed man raised his glasses and smiled.

"Do you want to make a deal with me again? Well, let's hear it." Shuji Tsushima nodded, motioning for the other party to continue.

"Help me kill Rum..." Kitagawa Murura observed the young man's expression while talking, but found that the other's face was always in a careless expression, which hadn't changed at all.

He didn't respond even to the words that he killed Rum.

"Or give me a way to kill him." So he continued.

[PS: The next chapter will be replaced tomorrow. 】