MTL - Conan Dressed As Gin-Chapter 43 test strength

When Shan Heqing went upstairs with Conan in his arms, Conan's innocent smiling face suddenly returned to his unhappy look.

Yusaku came up and locked the door leading to the stairs from the second floor to the first floor. Just look at them.

"Why did you choose the address here? It's too close. Xiaolan comes here every day. I'm not afraid of being exposed." Conan said angrily, "And what's wrong with your hair?"

Shan He glanced at him coldly, and his face returned to a icy coldness. He didn't answer, but raised his sleeve first, tore off a thin patch that was stuck on it, and tore it into pieces.

"Cough..." Conan turned his face in embarrassment.

Shan Heqing said like no one else: "It's easy to move around. Besides, this status is now a clear road."

He glanced at Conan and simply ignored the latter question.

The people who stayed by Conan's side were all red, even if he was exposed. Before organizing the problem, it is still possible to maintain a slight balance.

The people on this side of the organization... Except for Gin, he will also pose a threat to Conan, so no one else has to worry.

After thinking about it, Shan Heqing was worried that Conan's side was too powerful.

If the organization is leveled in the future and he is also implicated, that would be really bad.

No, he wants to speed up the development of his power.

Said to be power... Usually in a loose state, I don't know how many people will continue to help him when it comes to the last fight.

In terms of kindness, and for their own complete safety, they should.

Shan Heqing felt a little more at ease.

"The layout here... is quite complete." Conan looked around the room.

After Shan Heqing and Youzuo discussed the suggestion again, the second floor was redecorated with vodka. Several walls were added with thick planks, painted and affixed with sound insulation materials, which were exactly the same as other walls.

Now it is divided into the outermost living room, and the decoration is the most normal.

Coffee table, sofa, table cabinet, but no TV. This is to prevent outsiders from coming to see Shan Heqing's secret at a glance.

It is divided into three rooms. The room on the far left is the smallest, with a bed or the like, which is a bedroom for people to rest.

The middle and right rooms are very large and spacious. One is the room where Yusaku taught Conan. According to the previous arrangement, there is a desk by the window, a row of large bookcases on the left, and a row of shelves on the right. Yusaku said that he prepared a lot of guns and models of planes, cars, ships, etc. to distinguish Conan.

One is the room where Shan He is known as the Puritan Conan. Floor cushions and guns/targets are located in this room. This is also a room that must never be seen by outsiders. After all the gun/target cannot be hidden.

The rooms on the center and right are divided into two halves by wide and long windows, allowing you to see the Maori Detective Agency on the opposite side.

"Okay, enough to see. It's time to train." Shan Heqing urged skillfully.

The three went to the room on the right, and Conan began to do the basic warm-up preparations directly.

In the past, Shan Heqing always asked him to fight with himself after finishing his physical training to train his fighting skills. With this training room today, there are more options for the content.

Let Yuzukaku look at him first and come down to practice guns with him. Shan Heqing walked aside by himself and looked at the dumbbells of 30kg plus 20kg displayed on the ground.

He didn't test his level accurately. However, people like them who have been trained, such dumbbells can still be lifted with one arm without any help, but it is very difficult, which is his bottom limit.

Shan He took one in each of his trembling hands and exerted force—

Very easy to lift over the top of the head!

He was a little dazed, so he put on two stacks of 30kg, that is, 120kg on the left and right arms, no force on the legs, only the arms. again -

This time I felt very exhausted, but still...lifted it!

Shan Heqing put down the dumbbell while panting, thinking.

It is said that the heaviest dumbbell can be lifted in the world at 172 pounds 9 ounces, which is equivalent to 156 pounds.

He's getting close... From the point of view of strength, this medicine is not bad. I don't know how it is otherwise.

When Conan was gone, he gave himself a little try with anesthesia.

Ahem... of course this kind of thing has to be done when I'm alone. Otherwise, if someone came, he would be completely worried.

The sound of "pop, pop" from the shooting next to him was endless, and Shan Heqing turned to look at Conan's shooting results.

...As expected of Aoyama's own son. Nine ten rings, one nine rings. This is estimated to be the result of him not practicing for several years. When he gets started, it is estimated that he will hit all the shots.

Shan Heqing was secretly unhappy, and thought again—

He is now practicing shooting from six hundred yards away, in pursuit of catching up with Shuichi Akai. It is understandable that he has only shot eight ten rings, which is equivalent to the level of gin.

Conan is only facing such a close target now.

Speaking of which, he hasn't been out for activities recently, so his hands are a little itchy.

He thought, and suddenly it was time for a mission.

...Really, has it been a gin for too long?

Go back to see how the follow-up of the last mission is, and look forward to the second annihilation/annihilation mission.

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