"If you are in a place without people, even if there is a sniper incident, even if you save me, not many people will know about it. In this case, you have to find a way to let the Japanese police know that you saved me."
Tsushima Shuji turned around on his phone boredly.
"It would be better not to do useless behavior." The voice was also full of boredom.
"Sunday is...the day after tomorrow." Scotland said after thinking about the date.
It's only one day apart, after all, today is coming to an end.
"After today is over, it will be tomorrow, and then...it will be the day when the play is released. I'm afraid the police didn't expect the organization to act so quickly." Shuji Tsushima showed a sly smile.
"I can't wait." The blond man showed an expectant expression.
The day passed quickly. The three of them stayed in the apartment all day without leaving the house.
It wasn't until Sunday that Shuji Tsushima and the others were ready to go out.
Toru Amuro and Mu Midorikawa always wear three-piece bodyguard suits, and people can recognize their identity as bodyguards at a glance.
"FBI's car." Toru Amuro glanced in the rearview mirror.
Nothing happening outside could elicit any reaction from him.
Although this is not the first time they see it, every time they see the Tsushima family's bodyguards being able to do this, they still want to complain.
Not even afraid of being hit to death.
until……
He set up his sniper rifle and saw the figure pretending to be in the crowd through the scope, and raised the corners of his mouth coldly.
"No need, it will be solved soon." Tsushima Shuji said as he was used to it, sitting motionless in his seat.
I obviously said the day before yesterday that I thought the white clothes and that hairstyle looked good.
Not only did a group of reporters swarm in as planned, but they also received rewards from various newspapers.
The other party didn't even try to avoid them, they just followed them openly.
Sure enough, soon two teams of strong men in black suits came over, pushed all the reporters blocking the car aside, and cleared the way for them to move forward.
"What type will Tsushima's latest product be?"
If after that I still put on white clothes and comb my hair like that...
The car they drove was also a black Rolls Royce that matched their clothes.
Looking in the direction, I guess it's Tsushima Corporation.
The reporter standing next to Tsushima Shuji, who was the closest, had turned into a headless corpse.
If it's bourbon, it doesn't matter if it kills someone.
At first glance, it is obvious that I have experienced this.
According to the plot, he should be doubting himself now, because both Edogawa Conan and Akai Shuichi have raised questions about his white clothes and hairstyle, so he will deliberately not wear white clothes or wear white clothes.
Comb your hair like that.
At the same time, Gin had already appeared on the rooftop of a building near Tsushima Club, carrying his sniper rifle.
Looking at the clean red carpet that was accurately laid out in front of the car and that Shuji Tsushima could step on with just a stretch of his feet, he buried his head even lower.
Not only that, Akai Shuichi also noticed that Tsushima Shuji's clothes and hairstyle today had changed back to their previous appearance.
As for how they got the news...
Is the eldest brother still the cold and crisp one?
"Is Tsushima Co., Ltd. going to launch new products?"
No one in the lively crowd seemed to notice the approaching danger.
Finally, when we reached the gate, we stopped the car.
Although Shuji Tsushima rarely goes there, he doesn't never go there.
"Do you want to get off now?" Toru Amuro asked, looking at the scene outside the car.
But he could still guess where they were going.
His answer was also very brief.
At the same time, some reporters also squeezed over, desperately squeezing the bodyguards who separated them, trying hard to reach out the microphone and asking the questions they wanted to ask the most.
As his smile gradually widened, the bullets flew out.
But he is now the bodyguard Toru Amuro and cannot do this.
"Be quiet, Vodka." Gin reminded in a low voice.
All you need to do is change your voice, make a few more phone calls, pretend to know the employees of Tsushima Club, get the information from the real employees of Tsushima Club, and then sell it back to ordinary people at the newspaper.
"My courage is getting bigger and bigger." The blond man's eyes were extremely cold.
Toru Amuro continued to drive the car forward.
"Keep driving, drive to the door." Tsushima Shuji raised his chin and said.
Big brother actually wants to take action against Kaa?
If the person in front pretended not to see him, he would continue to follow, but the other party speeding up at this moment made it clear that he was not welcome to follow, so of course he had no choice but to go back.
It can only mean that his illness is getting deeper.
Toru Amuro and Mu Midorikawa got out of the car and opened the door for Tsushima Shuji.
These are the newspapers and media that got the news.
"Brother...really...really want to shoot?" Vodka asked hesitantly.
Then speed up sharply.
It looked like he wanted to brake immediately and rush down to shoot the FBI who was following him twice.
The car could no longer be driven because the reporters were blocking the car like crazy, giving them no chance to continue driving.
Shuji Tsushima changed into black clothes again.
In this way, returning to the original black outfit is what he will inevitably do.
"So I can't say yet."
Various questions came one after another and reached Tsushima Shuji's ears, but he remained indifferent, with a cold and melancholy expression.
Many journalists armed with guns and cannons had already gathered outside the Tsushima Club building.
Immediately afterwards there was an explosion.
The moment they left the house, they became Toru Amuro and Mu Midorikawa.
"Sit tight." He just reminded the two people in the car.
Shuji Tsushima, who was sitting in the car, showed a hidden smile.
Bourbon and Scotland put on sunglasses.
The bullet has been aimed at someone's head.
After their car drove out of the garage, a red car also drove out behind them.
But he didn't do that.
No way?
Were all those previous special treatments fake?
"Be careful—" the blond bodyguard suddenly shouted, held Tsushima Shuji's head and threw him out.
"Let's go." Osamu Tsushima straightened his black tie and walked toward the door.
Living up to the intentions of those who prepared for the red carpet, Shuji Tsushima stepped onto the red carpet.
Was it a deliberate change, or did you simply dislike it?
…
A sure-profit trade.
"Excuse me, what product is this product seminar held for?"
One shot and Kaa would be dead!
The reporter who was originally crowded around the other party also had blood stains on his face and body, and even had his face covered in brains.
Shuichi Akai, who was in the red car behind, saw the car in front suddenly speeding up and did not catch up, but just changed direction.
"It hasn't been decided yet."
"Can you please answer our questions? Chairman Tsushima."
"Ah——" Everyone who was stained with blood and saw the headless body lying on the ground let out a sharp scream.
Sunday is the resurrection day of Christ and the birth day of the sun god.
Shuji Tsushima was assassinated by terrorists on this day.