Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 813 Tacit Understanding, but Plastic
"…Why are you here?"

Through the noise of the helicopter propeller, Tang Ze heard Gin's question in a declarative tone and made an innocent expression: "Why, didn't you say that you wanted me to clean up after this?"

Giving up on looking at him through the unclear imager, Gin glared directly through the helicopter's glass at Goro Akechi who was standing in front of the railing.

There was no need for him to say much, Gin, who had received the news directly from Vermouth, could guess what had happened.

It's simply that Vermouth thought of the fact that Kumail and Ireland had reached the point where they refused to cooperate. She thought that if something happened in Ireland, there would be a sufficient reason for Kumail to come and give the situation a beating.

Gin's mood improved after taking a glance at the trigger of the weapon in Vodka's hand that could fire directly. He then said in a very cold tone: "Is there anything I need you to clean up? Stop talking nonsense here."

"Huh? At least that's the order I received." The man standing by the railing spread his hands.

The close distance made the overly bright light hit the other person's face, so it was difficult to see Goro Akechi's expression, but Gin knew without looking closely that he must have the mask-like smile on his face that always appeared on TV screens and light boxes.

Gin couldn't help but make a disgusted expression at the fact that he could subconsciously imagine Kumail's expression, and suddenly felt that the phone in his hand was very dirty.

"Since you're here to clean up the mess, what were you doing over there just now?" Gin gave up trying to reason with the other party and directly asked the question he had just raised.

He felt that there was another person at the scene because he saw Ireland, who was completely limp on the ground, suddenly make a sideways movement. In Gin's judgment, it was obvious that someone turned Ireland's body over and tried to check the gunshot wound on his front.

This was a completely subconscious reaction of rescue or assistance. Maybe there were still conscious policemen in the tower, so Gin immediately became alert and prepared to turn around and finish off the enemy.

But if it's Kumail...

Sure enough, the next second, a matter-of-fact and righteous voice came from the phone.

"You mean when I came up just now? I was just checking to see if he was pretending to be dead." Tang Ze smoothed his hair that was blown by the airflow of the propeller, squinted his eyes and smiled brightly in the direction of the helicopter cockpit, "But it doesn't matter even if he is pretending to be dead."

Conan, who was hiding in the light box, stared with fear as Goro Akechi walked on the steel structure walkway, bent down, and pulled out the gun that Ireland had on his waist.

Conan curled his fingers, resisted the urge to reach out to stop it, and clenched his teeth.

No matter what Goro Akechi was thinking or what his identity was, at this moment, if this person had not appeared, he would most likely have been exposed to Gin's sight.

Gin is a killer who has carried out too many organizational missions on the front line. His insight is simply not something that ordinary people who grew up in peacetime can easily compete with.

Looking down at the pool of blood that was still expanding, Conan felt an indescribable wave of fear again.

If he didn't stop it now, no matter whether Akechi Goro really wanted to clean up the mess and silence the witnesses, Ireland would die in front of him.

And he himself will have to watch Goro Akechi kill people in front of him.

To protect and conceal his existence.

If he didn't move, tragedy would happen soon. If he moved, not only would he be exposed immediately, but he would also probably drag down Akechi Goro who pretended to be indifferent...

What to do? How can we find a solution that has the best of both worlds?

Conan gritted his teeth, his mind working rapidly. He bent his legs that were curled up in the narrow space and moved them, trying to use the convenience of the cover to create a blind spot that Gin would not notice, so as to prevent the bullet in Goro Akechi's hand from really falling on Ireland.

He was just about to make a move when Ireland, who was lying on the ground with his breath weakening, suddenly raised his hand and held his body firmly in place as he tried to stretch it out.

The noise of helicopter propellers was in his ears, and Ireland's mosquito-like words could only be vaguely heard.

"Don't do this, Kudo Shinichi..." Ireland, who was already breathing out more than breathing in, said with all his strength, "Keep going, keep chasing..."

If there really is someone in the world who can rely on his passion and courage to drag this giant organization out of the shadows, he must be a guy like this child, as bright and warm as the morning sun.

With the favor of Vermouth and Kumail, he might really be able to go to unimaginable places.

While Ireland was saying this, Goro Akechi, who was obviously very skilled in shooting, had already bent down and pulled out the revolver from his waist.

He loaded the gun, raised it, and fired it skillfully...

In Conan's eyes, those few short seconds seemed to be infinitely slowed down and stretched, and his hand, which he raised to stop it from happening, seemed so slow and weak.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Without the obstruction of the silencer, the standard police pistol in Goro Akechi's hand made a loud noise and movement, which was deafening to Conan who was just a few feet away.

Conan looked at everything that was happening before his eyes, his expression in confusion.

The pistols used by most police officers are not high-precision firearms. As he often deals with the police, he certainly knows this.

But he remembered that Goro Akechi was a guy with excellent marksmanship...?
This, the direction he is aiming at...

Without changing his expression, Tang Ze emptied the magazine of the gun in his hand while drawing human bodies in front of Conan. Then he raised his foot again and kicked Ireland, who was lying on the ground, twice.

Conan, who had just been kicked by the sharp leather shoes, knew that the pain must be very sharp, but Ireland, who was lying there, did not give any feedback of the pain and let him kick him as if he was really dead.

"You really are pretending to be dead." Tang Ze, who had emptied the magazine, spread his hands, put his index finger through the trigger ring of the pistol, and turned the revolver in his hand like a toy, "But it's okay now."

Gin, who witnessed the whole process through the helicopter window, raised his eyebrows and tilted his head silently towards Vodka.

Vodka understood the hint and steered the helicopter around the pointed tip of the tower and turned to the other side.

After changing direction, the entire corridor was in full view.

Ireland, dressed in tight black shorts, was lying on the ground without making any movement. Standing next to him was only Kumail who was playing with a pistol. Apart from him, the entire circular corridor was empty.

This place is more than 200 meters high, and there is no shelter that can hide an adult. At this point, even the extremely suspicious Gin has completely put aside his doubts.

"I'll leave this to you." After saying this, Gin was about to hang up the phone with no intention of listening to Kumail's answer.

As a killer trained by the organization, there is no need to elaborate on Kumail's post-war problems and minor issues such as dealing with bloodstains and corpses.

Ireland, who had been replacing a police consultant for many days, was originally a suspicious third party to the police. His identity was not reliable at all. Even if he was discovered by them, with Kumail's eloquent tongue, there was no need to worry about the other party being exposed.

...It would be great if it was really exposed.

"Hey, Gin-senpai, be careful, don't lower the helicopter's altitude. There are no policemen, but the tower is now..."

Tang Ze deliberately spoke in a slow tone, and when Gin, who was about to hang up, really realized what he was saying, Vodka, who was about to finish his work, had already distanced himself and lowered his flight altitude, preparing to return to the helicopter base. Then, a steel bar like a javelin shot straight at the helicopter from under the observation deck, hitting the helicopter's tail wing.

Gin turned around in shock and anger.

In the Tokyo Tower, with the lights completely turned off, the attacker's appearance could not be seen clearly with the naked eye. One could only see a faint reflection of glasses coming from the steel stairs below the observation deck.

"...There is a very powerful karate genius." Tang Ze finished the second half of the sentence slowly, as if he didn't notice the helicopter that started to smoke and was preparing for an emergency landing in a very embarrassed manner, and slowly hung up the phone in his hand.

Before Gin could fight back and roar, he flipped his wrist, cracked the phone in his hand, and threw it over the railing nonchalantly.

This is Ireland's cell phone. He is not deliberately refusing to communicate with Gin. He is just following the procedure and destroying the evidence normally.

Without any psychological burden, Tang Ze put down his hand, and this time, he finally met Conan's gaze.

Conan, who was still observing whether Ireland had good acting skills or was really dead, couldn't help but be shocked.

From the moment Goro Akechi appeared here until Gin left completely, Goro Akechi completely resisted any response to Gin's presence, as if he really couldn't see his existence.

At this moment, the two of them truly looked at each other for the first time.

"Hurry up and go. Why are you squatting here? Do you want to take pictures of my crime scene to collect evidence?" Tang Ze adjusted the gloves on his hands and said in a calm tone.

Gin did not discover Conan's existence, so the incident of Ireland taking a bullet for the other party did not happen.

Ireland on earth is certainly alive.

At this time, it can be highlighted that the organization likes to wear black clothes, because the clothes are all black. It is difficult to confirm where the hit is and whether it is hit just by observing with the naked eye from a helicopter.

Ireland had already suffered a penetrating wound, and blood was all over the ground. Conan had no chance to step on the blood due to the distance, and there was no trace of a third person at the entire scene.

So Gin was fooled without a doubt.

The East Capital Tower was not subjected to ruthless shooting, and the kind-hearted child did not perform a parkour scare. He saved a lot of repair costs for the municipal planning and broadcasting company in the port area.

...After counting on my fingers, why do I still feel a little unhappy?

After hearing him say this, Conan's extremely stiff body trembled for a moment, then regained consciousness and crawled out of the light box.

The box was full of old dust and engine oil. After staying in it for just a few minutes, he was completely turned into a dirty calico cat, with black and gray streaks all over his face, which made Tang Ze laugh.

Conan, who was lost in his own emotions, didn't notice the laughter that he couldn't hold back, and just stared blankly at Ireland who was lying on the ground.

He knew that even if Goro Akechi had not appeared, it would be difficult for Ireland to survive tonight.

From Gin's unhesitating actions, it is not difficult to see that, as Goro Akechi described, Gin came here tonight to silence people.

Whether it was a helicopter that left no room for the other side, or a helicopter that had more cold gun barrels than rescue equipment, it all reflected an undisguised killing intent.

If Goro Akechi hadn't shown up, Ireland would have died here, but if he really had to watch a life that could have been saved die in such an unclear way...

"What about him? What will happen?"

Conan wanted to ask a question, hoping to get an answer, but when he spoke, he found that his voice was softer than expected.

Too light, as if unwilling to hear an answer.

He and Goro Akechi have never been familiar with each other, and one could even say that their relationship is extremely bad. Being able to appear here and protect his existence is already a very kind act, an act that far exceeds the scope of their relationship.

You can't ask for more and you shouldn't push for more.

However, he is really...

"Okay, let's go." Tang Ze waved his hand, as if to drive away mosquitoes or small animals, and waved it casually, "Go find Kyogoku Makoto, and then wait for the police to come. Don't act on your own."

What happens next is the work content of the organization members and should not be shown to children.

Ireland, who had been lying on the ground motionless for a long time, finally moved at this moment.

He raised his head and gave Conan a look.

The blood flowing from his chest wet his cheeks, and a large pool of blood spread on the ground.

With years of experience in crime scenes, Conan knew that his bleeding had reached the limit of the human body.

He knew even more what Ireland's look meant.

Without Mingzhi's appearance, he couldn't survive.

Hit by a sniper rifle, he could not get timely treatment and still died. It was not Akechi who caused all this, but Gin. To be more specific, it was he who exposed his identity and showed his hostility towards Gin too early...

It's not Goro Akechi's problem, and it's not your problem either.

Conan clearly read this sentence from Ireland's eyes and clenched his teeth again.

He said nothing more, walking over the pool of blood on the ground, over Ireland's gradually losing his breath, towards the stairs, and his movements gradually turned into a run.

Go downstairs and ask for help. Maybe it’s not too late...

Watching his back going away, Tang Ze restrained the pretended indifference on his face, squatted down, and poked Ireland on the ground.

Ireland's body trembled slightly.

If we ignore their relationship and the fact that they have a grudge against each other even without the cover of their identities, this plastic colleague unexpectedly cooperated quite well.

Tang Ze raised his eyebrows and felt a little satisfied.

The fact that Ireland is still alive is, in essence, something he has earned.

"Still alive. So let's talk about your problem Ireland. Do you want to live?"

(End of this chapter)