Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 2554: 2558 [Akai: Uzo was held hostage by me]

Conan soon realized that it was not over yet - the three robbers in the car were dealt with, but there were at least two snipers hiding outside.

"By the way, what about those snipers? Although it seems that they did a good thing and saved the lives of everyone on the bus, but..." Conan frowned and looked at the two bodies on the ground, muttering in his heart: "But such radical means are really not something that the police or other righteous people would do."

He was debating whether to stay on the bus or take the risk to explore the direction of the gunman. At this moment, Conan accidentally glanced to the side and suddenly shuddered in shock: "...Why are you here?!"

There was a woman lying quietly on the ground next to him. She was the female robber who had been knocked down by him with an anesthetic needle just now... Of course, this was not the point. The point was that there was another figure who appeared silently beside the female robber.

——The man in black clothes and curly hair who had just been sitting next to him had come here without knowing when. At this moment, he was half squatting on the ground, gently holding the wrist of the female robber, looking down at her "watch".

"Why don't you make any noise when you walk?" Conan sighed and was about to say something, but suddenly he felt something was wrong - the curly-haired man smiled for some reason, as if he had discovered something very interesting.

A smile should be a relaxing expression, but Conan felt a little uneasy. He couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

"Actually..." The man who called himself Kurosawa looked at him and was about to say something, but suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and pulled the curly-haired man up from the ground.

At first glance, the guy who was pulling the person seemed to be enthusiastically helping the half-squatting person.

However, from Conan's perspective, he could clearly see that the attacker was holding a pistol in his other hand - the man took advantage of the cover of heavy clothes and put the muzzle of the gun against Mr. Kurosawa's waist from behind.

"?!" Conan looked up in shock, looking at the shameless attacker - and saw that it was the knitted hat that had just been hiding in the blind spot!
...What does this guy want to do? Could he be an undercover sent by the robbers to blend in with the crowd? !

Conan was shocked and instinctively raised his anesthesia watch and aimed it at the dangerous man.

However, the elementary school student soon realized something fatal.

——There was only one anesthetic needle, and just now, that needle had been used on the female robber.

Conan: "..."

Conan: “…………”

Why are there not enough anesthetic needles at every critical moment? ——Doctor, when will you expand the capacity of my anesthesia watch? !
……

When the first grader was secretly anxious.

Next to them, two adults were whispering to each other in a voice that no one else could hear.

As a highly skilled sniper, Shuichi Akai obviously knows this industry well. He blocked the shooting angle with the thing that looked like Uzo in his hand, and whispered: "I have seen you, on the twin towers."

Following this topic, we should have talked about identity and the other party's purpose.

However, Uzo just laughed and said, "As expected of the FBI, they got a new gun so soon."

Akai Shuichi: "..."

Although he remained calm and silent, the sudden recollection of being "forced to drop his gun" still caused the murderous aura in the FBI ace to quietly boil.

The ghosts' eyes sparkled and they were busy with their work - Akai Shuichi's murderous aura was quite special. Whoever his current attention was focused on would have the same murderous aura as that person.

Because of some deep hatred with Gin, and Gin's high status in the organization, Shuichi Akai's daily state always exudes the same murderous aura as Gin.

But just now, when "Uzo" followed Conan and swaggered in front of him, the murderous aura on Shuichi Akai silently turned into colorless murderous aura - for the ghosts, this kind of food that can be dyed into any flavor is undoubtedly the most popular.

The psychic was also very satisfied with this situation. Seeing that the person behind him was silent, he continued the previous topic in a friendly manner: "I like your gun very much."

"..."

Unfortunately, although he was murderous, Shuichi Akai refused to continue the conversation - he was obviously not the kind of person who could be easily led astray, and he still remembered the purpose of his action.

Akai Hideichi glanced out the window and whispered, "Let your people retreat."

No matter what happened today, as long as we can catch Uzo, everything will be worth it.

Just now, he had taken the opportunity to use the mobile phone hidden on his body to send a message to other FBI colleagues, asking them to drive here quickly to meet the rescue - just use Uzo to threaten the organization's sniper to stop, and then take the person to the FBI car...

"Oh, there's one thing I forgot to tell you."

A voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. Wuzo turned his head and whispered softly: "I have a lot of enemies in the organization. If they can exchange my death for your merits, they might..."

"Bam—!!"

As if to prove his words, a hot bullet that had just been fired shattered the car window and whizzed towards the two men with terrifying murderous intent.

Almost at the same time, realizing something was wrong, Shuichi Akai took a step back diagonally. The bullet finally passed through where they were just now and pierced into the ground behind them.

——The sniper outside didn’t care about the “hostages” in the FBI’s hands at all. Instead, he seemed very happy about this buy-one-get-one-free deal.

The one being sent away actually had no complaints at all. The curly-haired man had a tone of watching the fun and continued with what he had just said: "I will be happy to complete this transaction."

Akai Shuichi, who had never expected the sniper to shoot so efficiently, said: "..."

A few meters away, Judy, who was overjoyed to see Akai Shuichi capture the hostage and was about to quietly come over to support, said: "..."

Looking at the pierced glass and steel plates, Judy froze for a moment, then silently shrank towards the sniper's blind spot.

Judy: "..." What's going on? Is there something wrong with the organizational culture of these black-clad people? They also fight with their teammates? - At least you guys hesitated for a moment!

Unlike the shocked FBI, the people who were targeted by the sniper were not surprised at all.

"Hostages won't work, do you have any other plans?" The curly-haired man turned and glanced at Akai Shuichi, "If not..."

He suddenly looked at the other passengers in the car who had not yet figured out the situation, and said in a normal voice: "When the female robber fell just now, she accidentally touched the detonator on her wrist - judging from the time, there is less than a minute left before the bomb explodes."

Judy: “?!” Is this true? You didn’t make up this story just to get out of trouble!

...No, although she knew nothing about this guy who looked like Uzo, she had a deep understanding of the cases committed by him. And according to her experience a few days ago...this sentence might be true!

Judy looked at the many passengers and some innocent children in the car, and cold sweat broke out on her face.

Realizing that she couldn't gamble with a desperado who didn't care about human life, she gritted her teeth and raised her voice to remind the people in the car: "The bomb that triggers the countdown is very unstable - don't touch the two ski bags, get out of the car immediately! Driver, open the door!"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but blurt out common words in her native language.

Fortunately, the bus driver was also an educated person. He not only understood what Conan wrote just now, but also understood Judy's reminder at this time - of course, the most important thing was what the passenger in black said. The bomb was about to explode. If he didn't open the door now, when would he open it?
He immediately slapped the switch that controlled the car door: "Get out of the car!"

With a creaking sound, only the front door opened, but the back door seemed to be affected by the previous shots. It was stuck somewhere and took a long time to slide open.

The passengers got up in a panic and rushed to the door. Finding that the back door was blocked, they had no choice but to run to the front door.

The curly-haired man looked at the approaching people, sighed, and reasoned with the outlaw behind him: "If you hold me like this, you will block the escape route of other passengers. If there happens to be a criminal traveling incognito among the passengers, he will panic and shoot us, and the ricochet bullet will hit the bomb..."

Shuichi Akai listened to him in silence, and suddenly understood why Judy hated words like "coincidence" and "unfortunately" these days.

He took a deep look at the guy who looked like Uzo, and felt that the possibility that he was Uzo had increased: the other party was in a relaxed posture, and the threat in his words was not concealed. But Akai Shuichi knew very well that this was not a bluff - just now "Uzo" expected the sniper outside the window to shoot, but did not make any evasive movements. His muscles were not tense at all, and his heartbeat did not increase, as if the bullet that was powerful enough to penetrate the steel plate was just an insignificant feather.

"Did he predict that I would instinctively dodge and then lead him to dodge as well, or did he really not care about death?"

Shuichi Akai briefly had some doubts in his mind, but he knew in his heart that no matter what the answer was, one thing was certain.

——A desperado who is not afraid of being shot by bullets will certainly not be afraid of bombs.

If he insisted on holding this "hostage", then the "possibility" that the curly-haired man had just described like a story... might really happen before their eyes.

……

When Shuichi Akai was struggling with the hot "hostage".

the other side.

A rescue vehicle drove out of the tunnel carrying two "unlucky passengers" who had just been rescued.

The bomb vehicle was currently driving in place in a truck with rollers - the police were well prepared and had brought plenty of gasoline, so the vehicle could continue to drive safely for a long time until the bomb was dealt with.

Of course, the subsequent processing does not require the participation of the two passengers.

So, with the police trying hard to smile, Vodka and Ireland were safely escorted out of the tunnel... and then they had a chance encounter with a bus that suddenly braked at the tunnel entrance.

As soon as they came out of the tunnel, two frightened organizational cadres noticed the situation here.

Vodka looked at the bus, his eyes twitched violently, and he almost had the urge to turn around and retreat back into the tunnel - when he thought about how he had just wanted to drive the bomb car and die together with Wuzo... Although this idea was most likely induced by Wuzo, he still couldn't help feeling guilty.

One person quietly shrank back, not wanting to be dragged in, while the other remained undeterred.

Ireland had excellent eyesight and saw the situation in the car at a glance. Relying on his intelligence agent's intuition, he quickly locked onto the curly-haired man in black through the half-broken car window.

Then I found that Usa was standing with Akai Shuichi.

"..." Ireland's eyes gradually became sharp, and a word flashed silently in his mind: When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits.

Thinking of this, he said to the driver in front: "Why did the bus stop in this area? - They may need help, let's go and take a look."

The police in the car: "..." You, a cadre of the Black Organization, why are you pretending to be kind? Tell me! Are you planning to sneak over there and do something bad during the chaos?

They were muttering angrily in their hearts, but on the surface, they could only maintain the image of a "civilian rescue team" and stepped on the brakes.

"Let's go check out the situation. You two wait in the car."

As they said this, a group of police officers pushed the door open, got out of the car, and ran towards the bus.

At the same time, they looked behind them, secretly hoping that the two outlaws in the car would take the opportunity to steal the car and escape - this way, not only could they let their police colleagues arrest the two people in the name of "car robbery", but they might also be able to use the hidden positioning device in the car to detect the location of a certain stronghold or safe house.

...Unfortunately, things did not develop in the direction they expected.

——Vodka first sat upright in the car, motionless, then he seemed to think of something, jumped up, opened the door and rushed out of the car.

The police officers were stunned, wondering if this man had been frightened to the point of losing his mind and was planning to escape on foot?

Before this thought could finish, Vodka got out of the car, rushed a few steps, and then stopped obediently about seven or eight meters away from the vehicle, not moving anymore.

"...Is this guy afraid that there is a bomb planted in our car as well, so he hid in the car?" A smart police officer understood Vodka's behavior and said, "He is too cautious... Forget it, let's see the other one."

Just as he was about to turn his gaze, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing past his side.

——Ireland passed them and rushed to the bus, and was actually much more proactive than them in the matter of "rescue".

Police officers: “……?”

What does this person want to do?
...As expected of a mysterious cadre from that mysterious organization, his every move is so mysterious that it is incomprehensible.

……

On the bus.

The curly-haired man's words, "The bomb is about to explode," were like a torpedo thrown into a pond. Terror was overwhelmed, and all the frightened people instantly came to their senses and fought desperately for their lives.

Looking at the car full of panicked people, I thought of the consequences of the bomb exploding at this time...

Shuichi Akai could only let go of his hand and slowly hide the pistol.

(End of this chapter)