【Conan】I just want to survive but I am forced to join the main plot

"niceshot!"

Chianti was on the helicopter, looking at the blood splattering on Ireland's chest, and couldn't help but cheer for himself.

Gin glanced at her coldly. Chianti stiffened and silently closed her mouth.

Well, at such a close distance, there is a fluorescent mark on the target's chest (a memory card that has been swapped). If this still misses, Gin can directly kick her out of the helicopter. Kick it down.

After all, Chianti is just food, not blind.

Ireland, who fell to the ground, did not die immediately. Instead, he held on to a breath of immortal energy and slowly moved behind the pillar, gasping for breath while covering his bleeding wound.

How should I put it, Fengxia is indeed a Fengxiao. This shot hit, but it was not a vital part, and she will not die for a while.

Conan:! ! !

The little Corgi was knocked to the ground at the beginning, and because of his height, he was able to avoid the sight of the code-named members of the Wu Zhishang Winery outside.

Seeing Ireland being shot, he was shocked and immediately lay down in the darkness, crawling slowly towards Ireland.

"Hey, hold on, Ireland!"

Countless thoughts flashed through Conan's mind in an instant.

Although the other party is a member of the black organization and has discovered his true identity, the famous detective with a strong sense of justice cannot bear to see someone die in front of him.

Ireland was shot by someone from the organization - although the fact that the black organization was so arrogant as to directly drive an armed helicopter to the city center really shocked him, but if they could find a way to save the person, maybe they could Learn more about the organization from his mouth.

Conan took out a clean handkerchief from his arms and put it on the wound on Ireland's chest.

"You have no vital injuries. As long as I can escape, I will take you to treatment immediately!"

Ireland's face was covered with cold sweat as he looked into Conan's firm eyes.

"Ha, no wonder...no wonder Belmod is obsessed with you."

Ruo Muliang, who had minimized his sense of presence, quietly walked to a dark corner, picked up the pistol that Xiaolan had shot away in Ireland, and tilted his head to look at the two people who seemed to have ignored his presence. Group.

Well, little Corgi's personality is still very powerful.

Although many times I am a little bit reckless.

In today's situation, if it were anyone else who came here, their first reaction might be to be thankful that Ireland was shot. After all, the two sides have opposing positions, and the other side knows his true identity, so he will not even think about saving people.

If left unchecked, Ireland would definitely die of blood loss soon.

And dead people can naturally keep secrets.

But maybe it's like what he said to Belmode when he was in New York a year ago: Killing may require a motive, but saving people does not require a reason.

If Ireland can survive this time, little Corgi may have a godfather in the organization.

Tsk, I feel sorry for Qin-chan.

"Is it really okay for you to just ignore me like this?"

Ruo Muliang held the pistol and came to Ireland. He bent down with a smile, looked at the other person's pale face, then raised the gun and aimed at Ireland's head.

Conan:! !

Ireland laughed miserably, and at the last moment, he turned to Conan and said, "Keep chasing as much as you can, Kudo Shinichi."

"Wait, Sangria, don't..."

"boom!"

There was a gunshot, and warm blood splashed on Conan's face. At the same time, Ireland's lifeless body fell to the ground.

"Did you misunderstand something, detective~"

Ruo Muliang raised the gun in his hand and blew lightly on the muzzle.

"I won't kill you just because you are useful to my husband, but that doesn't mean... you and I are on the same side~"

Conan:! ! !

Before the shocked little Corgi could recover, Ruo Muliang raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Conan.

"Now, while I still have time, run away, little detective, and give me some fun."

Conan: "You..."

"boom."

Another shot hit the floor next to Conan.

"Or maybe you need a little other encouragement?"

Ruo Muliang turned his gun and aimed at Xiaolan, who was unconscious not far away.

Conan:! ! ! ! !

Seeing this damn baby face threatening Xiaolan's life, Conan endured the pain in his body, climbed up from the ground, turned around and ran as fast as he could toward the exit.

He didn't know what Sangria was going to do, but if she didn't do what he said, Xiaolan...

When Conan's figure disappeared from sight, Ruo Muliang took back his gun, turned around and called Gin.

"I've taken care of Ireland, but it seems like a little mouse got into the venue. I don't know how many things he heard that he shouldn't have heard."

Gin on the helicopter frowned and looked impatiently at the dark top of Tokyo Tower.

"Why didn't you get rid of that little mouse?"

Ruo Muliang said confidently: "My marksmanship, shooting at a moving target? No light yet?"

Gin:......

"Tsk, forget about your original firearms."

Gin, who subconsciously wanted to complain, suddenly realized that he seemed to have had a share in teaching Sangria the marksmanship.

After realizing the fruits of teaching from getting started to giving up, Gin simply threw his hands away to rye and bourbon, out of sight and out of mind.

And Rye has rebelled, so... Bourbon is such a waste!

Sitting on the edge, I heard a drop of vodka:...

It always feels like Sangria seems to say nothing, but also seems to say everything.

"Chianti's professional snipers failed to hit Ireland's vital points even though there were markings, so they still need my help to make up for the damage."

Chianti, who was being mocked from afar, silently hugged his sniper rifle, standing out as a weak, scared and helpless person.

Gin suddenly felt that the sound of the helicopter propeller was a bit too noisy, and it made his forehead hurt.

"However, before going upstairs, I did a little bit of manipulation. The little mouse had no way to go downstairs and could only run to the rooftop on the top floor.

With such a wide view on the rooftop, it’s not difficult to deal with a scurrying little mouse, right? "

So Qin-chan, please don’t hesitate to restore the famous scene in the original plot and shoot a certain reckless little corgi with a straight shot. Anyway, with the protagonist's aura around him, Conan will never die here.

At this moment, Gin's excellent sniper vision happened to catch a glimpse of a figure passing by on the stairs of the rooftop.

Gin, who had suppressed his anger, adjusted the direction of the helicopter without hesitation, and fired a burst of fire at a small corgi that flashed by.

The bullets hit Tokyo Tower like a violent storm, splashing out a lot of sparks, and the clicking sound effect made a certain old man who had thrown away -80 raise his lips.

Hey, it feels really good to watch others being shot~