Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 295 Baby Bus Gun

"No problem, you'll get it. Relax."

In fact, Qi Ming's training was already complete.

I've already given them all the equipment; the rest is up to them to figure out on their own.

However, the mission was not completed, and Chianti and Cohen were not satisfied.

So Qi Ming casually asked Gin for some assassination missions and brought Cohen and Chianti to test the weapons.

It just so happens that Gin does have some unfinished assassination missions.

Because they couldn't find the target's location, they could only leave it there, which is how Qi Ming stumbled upon it.

“Look, there’s someone cutting down trees on the mountainside. That’s the target.”

Qi Ming looked towards the nameless mountain in the distance, then spoke to Chianti.

"Look, he seems to need to pee and is fertilizing the flowers now."

"Hey, he yawned, and there's a piece of vegetable stuck in his teeth."

"..."

What the hell are you talking about?!

Seriously, even if you call that a prosthetic eye, isn't that a bit outrageous?

You can see so clearly from 1000 yards away, and you even see the vegetable leaf stuck between a person's teeth?

"Chianti, look at your sniper rifle, the scope."

Chianti was thinking of complaining to Qi Ming about the unreasonable nature of his training.

Cohen, who had somehow put down his binoculars and was lying on the ground with his gun at the ready, suddenly spoke to Chianti.

What scope?

Chianti glanced at Cohen, whose mouth was slightly open and whose hand holding the trigger was even trembling slightly.

Although Chianti had some doubts, he still placed the MK14 on the platform.

Chianti looked through the scope with one eye open, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

It's clear, it's crystal clear!

The forest, which was a bit blurry in my binoculars just now, suddenly became super clear!

RTXon.

The swaying leaves and bird nests on the branches—everything seen through the magnifying glass appeared to Chianti as if it were less than 5 meters away!

Chianti, refusing to believe it, adjusted the angle.

This time, she could even see the veins on the leaves clearly!

"What's with this scope? Is it high-tech?"

Chianti adjusted the scope and saw the target Qi Ming had mentioned earlier, then increased the magnification of the scope.

This time, she also saw the vegetable leaf in the target's mouth!

Honey, this gun is a treasure!

but……

"Madera, even though the scope on your gun has some advanced technology, seeing something doesn't mean you can hit it, right?"

Qi Ming raised his chin.

"Try hitting it yourself."

"...Tsk."

Chianti pursed her lips. Since the instructor said so, she might as well do as he said.

She set up the sniper rifle and adjusted the scope to a suitable magnification...

Normally, a sniper shot at such a long distance would require an observer.

However, the setting of this world is different; every sniper is a mathematician and physicist.

"call……"

Chianti took a deep breath, sharpened her gaze, and watched the target slowly move. She judged the distance and slightly deflected her aim.

call out--

The trigger was pulled, and the bullet was fired.

The distant target remained intact.

"I already said it's impossible, and this distance is far beyond the range of this gun, isn't it?"

Chianti watched as her target continued to stroll leisurely through the jungle, and stomped her foot in annoyance.

"...Did you just raise the sights and increase the lead and drop?"

Qi Ming rolled his eyes at her, mimicking the trajectory of Chianti's shot.

"Yeah, I've used the MK14 before, I know all the stats and stuff..."

"Who told you to make that prediction?"

Before Chianti could explain, Qi Ming stepped forward and poked Chianti's forehead.

"Just aim directly at the person's head and fire."

"Huh? Seriously, who knows more about sniping, you or me? At this distance, you can just aim directly at someone and kill them?"

"Don't worry about all that, just shoot one yourself and see."

Chianti looked at Qi Ming's expression, then glanced at the scope again with a headache.

Could it be that this gun has been modified, giving it an incredible range?

But surely it shouldn't be that you can aim and shoot anywhere?

Chianti thought to himself, aimed at the target, and then fired a shot.

call out--

But the moment she pulled the trigger, Chianti was stunned.

His eyes were wide open and his mouth was agape.

She saw it very clearly.

The instant he aimed at the target's head and pulled the trigger, the target's head exploded and he fell to the ground!

"This, what exactly is this..."

"You get it now? With the weapons I gave you, don't need to think. Just follow the target with your crosshairs."

Qi Ming smiled at Chianti.

There are many shooting games, some are realistic, fast-paced and don't pursue realism.

The weapons Qi Ming gave Chianti and Cohen were clearly not guns from a simulation game.

With unlimited range, a single pull of the trigger and the bullet hits its target—it's practically a concept weapon.

Cohen was unaware of the incredible power of the two magical guns they possessed.

He only saw the target fall down after being shot in the head through the scope, and looked at Chianti with a look of surprise.

"Chianti, when did you start rolling up your sleeves behind my back?"

Even though they were on par with each other during practice, they couldn't hit the target at 650 yards.

Was it all just a way of being modest?!

Seeing his companion looking at him with such surprise, Chianti remained silent for a moment, then quoted Qi Ming.

"Cohen, you're not trying hard enough."

The Cohen people were dumbfounded.

"Madra, next one, hurry up and next one!"

Without saying another word to Cohen, Chianti said excitedly.

This method of sniping without thinking is fantastic.

Even though it might affect my skills, who cares? As long as I can kill people, that's all that matters.

"Row."

Qi Ming glanced at the location of the next assassination target, and then told Chianti and Cohen a little trick.

The higher the magnification of the scope, the more accurate the aim.

……

"Cohen, how many times have I told you, just aim at the person, don't try to predict their movements, what kind of prediction are you!"

"Hug, sorry."

"Chianti, that's enough already. Stop rubbing salt into the wound. That little dwarf weighed no more than 100 pounds, and you've made him look like he's been hit by 20 pounds of bullets."

"Ok."

By evening, all the tasks assigned by Gin had been completed.

The three returned to the base, and Cohen and Chianti looked somewhat tired after their journey.

But they refused to put down the lump of iron they were carrying.

As the sound of the mission being completed rang in his ears, Qi Ming knew that the two of them had pretty much given up.

I wonder if these two can still hit anyone without the gun I gave them...