Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 2542 2546 [Chasing Car] Asking for a monthly ticket ()
As Conan fell back into his seat, Vermouth's heart finally settled down.

She glanced at the curly-haired man and quickly recognized him: If she remembered correctly, this was the subordinate that Uzo had trained as a substitute.

"This guy is always silent when he's next to Uzo, but becomes very talkative when he's alone. And that innocent yet irritating look of his is exactly like Uzo's... That kid really has some unique tricks when it comes to taming people. Tsk, it looks like I have to pay more attention to Cool Guy and Angel's condition. Fortunately, it seems that Uzo is still friendly to them at the moment."

She looked at the disaster that was easily resolved, then looked at Jiang Xia and breathed a sigh of relief with mixed feelings.

Next to him, the robber looked at the leisurely appearance of the hateful curly-haired guy, but couldn't swallow this anger.

As the two men left the ski bag on the ground, he turned his gun towards them, wanting to do something. However, at this moment, another companion wearing a blue ski cap hurried over and grabbed him: "Forget it!"

Little Blue Hat pulled his accomplice further away and whispered, "What if such a delicate thing is crushed by his body falling down? Besides, we just reached a deal with the police. If we kill someone now, and the police change their minds after learning the news, things will be troublesome."

"...Okay." Little Red Riding Hood snorted coldly. He suddenly remembered something and sneered, "I'm going to die sooner or later anyway, so this little while won't make a difference."

Next to them, Ireland looked at the two robbers whispering to each other, then looked at the ski bag neatly placed on the ground. Combining what had just happened and the reactions of the two men, he quickly guessed the general situation.

"That bag couldn't possibly contain a bomb," Ireland said inwardly, secretly thinking it was troublesome.

However, rather than wondering whether there was a bomb or not, his attention was now more attracted to the curly-haired man in black.

"Uzo..." Ireland gritted his teeth and silently recited this hateful code name, "When did this guy get on the bus? I didn't even notice it. Is he too good at hiding himself, or is my senses regressing?"

"Anyway, since Wu... since this guy who looks like Wu Zuo has appeared, it means that the bus hijacking incident is indeed related to him. What is the purpose of this guy risking his life?"

After a little thought and combining it with past examples, Ireland suddenly had some ideas in mind.

"Does he want to use me as a weapon to deal with Akai Shuichi?"

Suddenly, Ireland had an idea, and a plot filled with intrigues seemed to unfold in his mind:

"Let's not talk about the process first - if the whole scenario ends with me dying here together with Akai, then given how much importance the organization places on Akai Shuichi, my death will only be seen as a so-called 'necessary sacrifice'. And Uzo, who caused all this, will not only not be blamed, but will be credited with a great achievement..."

Not only was he killed miserably, but this death was also used by his enemies to gain merit... There is nothing more frustrating in the world than this. The mere thought of it made Ireland feel murderous.

He absolutely did not want to see this abominable development, but he did not know where to put his strength - Akai Shuichi, Usa, two pistols, two robbers with no skills but guns, the bomb in the car, and perhaps the robbers' accomplices who were mixed in with the passengers...

Various factors are intertwined, and each one is potentially fatal. Although he knew there was a script here, Ireland found that he could not see through the next direction of the story.

"No, if we follow that guy's line of thought, we will lose - think about it calmly. If we want to escape from this dead end, the easiest way is not to see through his script, but to..." Ireland glanced out the window, "leave this stage."

The outlaw's experience told him that most of the time, the despicable method of "turning over the chessboard" is actually an extremely effective approach.

With this in mind, Ireland looked out the window, searching for an opportunity to get off the bus.

——The bus was going quite fast at that moment. Even with his skills, he would probably get hurt if he jumped out directly. However, maybe he could try to find a subordinate to drive over to pick him up...

"Ok?"

As he watched, Ireland's eyes suddenly stopped.

——As if his thoughts were heard, a black car caught up with the bus in the next lane and soon drove parallel to it.

……

a few minutes ago.

Vodka relied on his outstanding racing skills and the courage to step on the accelerator to the bottom in the city, and barely shook off the policeman following him.

However, although he had completed the first step of the plan, he did not feel too much relief.

"What should I do next? Find a soft spot to jump out of the car? But this place is still far from the beach, and there is not enough gas in the car... Oops! I was so focused on running that I forgot to ask what speed I should maintain to avoid an explosion."

Vodka's sweaty condition did not improve at all. He murmured, "Just now I could comfort myself that there would be a way out when the car reached the mountain, and I could just shake off the police first. Now that I have shaken them off, why can't I think of what to do next? Could it be... am I destined to die here today?"

"...No, I can't die so easily!" Vodka was furious. "I must leave something behind before I die - such as hundreds or thousands of words of accusation against Uzo. Don't think that guy can get away with my death so easily!"

Thinking of this, Vodka took out his cell phone in grief and anger.

However, before he opened his mailbox, a message suddenly popped up - it was a push notification related to Jiang Xia that he had automatically filtered out.

"Since there is a push, it means he is in the news again... I am in dire straits here, and Uzo actually opened another stage at the same time?! Is he looking down on me?!"

Vodka's anger increased immediately. "Or is this an alibi that Uzo purposely made up, in order to pretend that he had nothing to do with my death?"

"We must not let him get his wish!"

Thinking about the oppression he had suffered recently from Uzo, Vodka gritted his teeth and decided to stand up. He quickly scanned the contents of his phone with the efficiency he usually used when slacking off next to Gin.

Then he was slightly stunned.

——The content captured this time is not serious news, but a by-product of a news event.

"Witnesses spotted a figure who looked like the famous detective Jiang Xia on the hijacked bus... A hijacked bus?" Vodka realized something. "Could it be the incident that the cashier just reported?"

"I remember the news just now, the road it was driving on seemed not far from where I am..."

(End of this chapter)