COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Welcome back, A-level member Cahor, A-level member Gin, A-level member vodka." The moment the mechanical female voice sounded, Caor and others walked into the elevator.

"I wish you a happy use."

"It's really just a few words back and forth..." The black-haired boy couldn't help but complain.

"Can't I change a few lines? Zhongye."

"For example, welcome back, Master~ something." He was full of jokes.

"..." The elevator was silent.

"Tsk, don't say these boring nonsense." Gin pressed his hat.

"嘁—" Cahor's expression was dissatisfied without hearing the answer he wanted.

There are not many people in the training ground today.

Because they were all transferred to other training grounds.

After all, the most important thing in the organization is the research institute and training ground.

Virtual training ground.

"It's best that your grades don't drop." Gin said looking at the teenager who was picking out guns.

"Don't worry, gin."

"No matter what I forget, I will never forget how to shoot." The boy said so, choosing a gun.

AWM.

"Set the character to look like gin..."

"Gin you won't mind~" he asked Gin while ordering.

"Boring." Gin sneered.

"Big brother doesn't care about such trivial things..."

"Cao, don't worry." Vodka said with a careless look.

But Kaor...

Did you really get your hands on the big brother?

Vodka thought to himself.

Facts have proved that Kao really succeeded.

Not only did he get it, he even had a lot of fun.

It used to only hit someone else's temple or celestial cover.

Now the virtual target that looks like gin is almost turned into a dice.

"Yo—" The boy put down his gun.

"I'll just say I can't go backwards~" he said.

It was obvious that he was having a good time.

In the training video, there are... various deaths of gin.

"…Latest range: 1500 yards."

"But there's no progress." Gin squinted at the data.

"Hey...except for a few snipers with chips implanted in the organization, it seems that others can't reach such a range..."

"Don't be too strict with me, gin."

"I'm just a child~" he said with a weak and pitiful expression.

"Child? You've always been the same as when you were a child." Jin Jiu dismissed this.

"The organization doesn't need a child to be the leader," he reminded.

"Yes, yes-" The boy said in a nonchalant tone.

"Aren't you going to take a look? The two puppies you raised?" Jin Jiu suddenly joked.

"No need." The boy's tone was tired.

…

Havana is squatting.

He takes time out almost every day to go to the training ground to squat.

Try to crouch to the person you want to meet.

Of course, there's another guy he hates a lot as well.

The organization said that the other party, like him, was a dog picked up by Lord Cahor.

But Havana doesn't think so, he! Much more useful than the person who is nothing!

After experimenting and transforming himself, he will definitely become the most capable subordinate of Lord Cahor!

He looked at the figure hiding in the corner of the other side and thought with disdain.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a gradually approaching figure.

Black curly hair, bandages, and kite-colored eyes.

"Lord Cahor!!" He ran to the other side first, his tone excited.

"Ah... Havana." Cahor's expression was cold.

"It's a great honor to see you again!" The boy with brown and white intertwined hair and gray-blue eyes looked delighted.

"...It's really like a dog that saw the owner's return." Caor's tone was unclear.

"My name is Havana! It's Lord Cahor's dog!" The boy didn't feel ashamed at all, but even more excited.

"Can I trouble Master Cahor with one thing?" he said, taking out a black collar with a silver medal hanging from behind him.

"Lord Cahor, here it is." He raised his hand and handed the collar to the boy.

"Oh..." Cahor took the collar and looked at it with great interest.

The silver plaque was smooth and nothing.

"...That's it!" Havana looked excited.

"Please put it on me, Lord Cahor!" He widened his gray-blue eyes.

"I refuse." Cahor was indifferent.

The black-haired boy glanced at the other party with his kite-colored left eye, and threw the collar in his hand into the other party's arms at will.

Just leave.

Gin and Scotland left after him in silence.

Only Havana was standing and holding the collar.

"Ah, this feeling of being on top."

"As expected of Lord Cahor!" He held the collar with excitement.

[Sooner or later one day...]

[I'll be like that too...]

"This is the collar that Lord Cahor gave me—" he stood there and seemed to mutter to himself.

"I'll engrave Lord Cahor's name later." He held the collar in both hands and watched the person in the corner run away with satisfaction.

…

"Aren't you encouraging that puppy?" Jin Jiu's tone had the meaning of watching a play.

* "A dog's psychology is unfathomable..." Cahor's voice was low, with an unclear meaning.

"I have no interest in encouraging him," he said casually.

"Lord Cahor..." One second before the elevator was about to close, a pair of hands abruptly reached into the elevator and blocked the door that was about to close.

"Do you want to die?" Gin aimed his gun at the figure outside the elevator.

The blond and green-eyed youth had pale complexion and a delicate and weak appearance.

At first glance, it is a poor little boy who is easily bullied.

"What should I do...to be like you?" the blond green-eyed boy gasped, asking his own question.

"The answer is..." The corner of the boy's mouth in the elevator looked younger than him.

"I can't do it." His eyes were dark and indifferent.

"No one can be like another person," he said, closing his eyes.

"But you can be someone like gin." He chuckled suddenly.

"It's obvious that gin's killing intent and momentum are what you want."

"As for me...don't think about it, it's too difficult for you guys." He looked understatement.

"Then...how can I be like that guy...to become your dog, Lord Cahor?!" The blond boy closed his eyes and said loudly.

"Do you want to be a dog too?" Cahor's tone was flat.

really...

"As long as it's Lord Cahor..."

"Please! Let me stay! I want to kill those guys myself!" He bowed his head 90 degrees, please.

The organization does not leave useless waste~www.novelmt.com~ One of the reasons why Havana can stay is because of his status as an experimental subject, and... as a dog raised by Cahor.

Otherwise, they who do not have a code name are not qualified to appear here at all.

"Please give me a name like Havana!"

It was to kill a few rabbits...

"Okay." The black-haired boy agreed in a relaxed tone.

"Migru, your name is," he said.

…

"Is the Miglu Harrier... that's really bad, you little brat." Gin sat in the co-pilot's seat with a half-smiling smile.

"After all, his target is a rabbit." The boy propped his chin and responded lazily.