Conan: I am definitely not a kid

On the eve of a fierce exchange of fire with the FBI, Yuro Mori was unarmed and in the FBI's attack target. There was really no way to not worry.

"Or a dagger, whatever." Moriyura retreated to the next best thing, "What if the FBI rushes in later and really takes me away?"

Gin did not respond to Mori Yuro's request, but asked her: "How long has it been since you slept?"

"..." Mori Yuro knew her current state, with decreased concentration, unstable mood, irritability, and muscle weakness. An experienced professional like Gin could tell at a glance that she was being deprived during the interrogation. sleeping time.

Mori Yuro tried to think back, and finally had to admit that he had lost his sense of time before coming out of the interrogation room: "...I don't know."

Gin: "You want me to hand over a weapon to someone who's going to go crazy at any moment?"

"I'm just a little excited... Lack of sleep won't make people crazy!" Moriyuro realized that he couldn't control his anger again. He lowered his head dejectedly and begged in a low voice, "I won't shoot casually, Gin. ,You believe me."

Gin refused coldly: "No."

"哐——!"

Mori Yuro struggled to twist his wrist, and the tightly clasped handcuffs made a sound of metal collision.

"I don't know how you describe your behavior in medical terms," ​​Gin said, "but in my opinion, it's called madness."

Mori Yura yelled: "Fuck!"

Gin was too lazy to talk to her. He saw from the window that the convoy would soon enter terrain suitable for FBI raids. He neatly loaded his Breta in front of Mori Yuro and pushed away the gap between the cab and the cab. He opened the door and ducked in.

Mori Yura was helpless and furious: "Gin!"

Gin said coldly: "Cooperate, your performance is not needed today."

After he said this, he closed the door with his backhand.

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Several teams of FBI agents soon had an encounter with the organized convoy. The scene was so chaotic that the police chief, Rei Fangtani, would have yelled "FBI get out of Japan" angrily on the spot if he saw it.

The car Gin and Mori Yuro were in had been driven to the side of the road by the FBI's SUV. One tire got stuck in the drainage ditch on the outside of the road, causing the entire car to tilt dangerously.

Several FBI agents approached carefully in the face of the hail of bullets. After knocking down the organization driver who came out of the cab and tried to push the car, they looked solemnly and held their breath, and opened the door of the rear compartment.

"FBI——!" an agent raised his gun and shouted in a low voice, "Is it Dr. Miyano? We are here to rescue you!"

In the back seat, a woman wearing a white coat and short brown hair was leaning in the seat. Her hands were handcuffed on both sides of the seat, which prevented her from raising her arms to protect herself during the previous collision between vehicles. , was now hanging his head in an awkward posture and motionless, seeming to have fainted.

At this time, there was no time to unlock the door. The FBI agent who got into the car shot and broke the handcuffs on her wrists, and carefully lifted her out of the car. Another detective who responded outside brushed away the hair hanging down from her face and confirmed it with the photos on her phone.

"It does seem to be the target."

"Don't be too eager to confirm. Don't forget what I said above. There are people in the organization who can change people's faces."

"By the way, you have to check if your face is covered, right?"

The agent responsible for comparing the photos reached out again and approached the brown-haired woman again. Standing next to the two agents, the other agent with a more comprehensive perspective suddenly realized something was wrong: "...wait, where is your gun?"

The agent who stretched out his hand lowered his head and found that the holster on his waist had become empty at some point, and the gun inside had disappeared without him noticing!

As soon as he looked up, he saw a familiar pistol pressed against his face, the safety bolt had been pulled open, and the woman holding the gun was the woman held in the arms of his colleague!

"boom!"

Mori Yuro pulled the trigger, and the bullet instantly penetrated the FBI agent's head. The blood mixed with the brain matter exploded like fireworks!

"careful!"

The third FBI subconsciously shouted, turned the gun in his hand, and subconsciously pressed the trigger!

But Mori Yuro, who grabbed the gun with one hand and opened the safety, had already put her other hand on the throat of the FBI agent holding her. She pinched the other person's neck with one hand, and held the gun on the FBI agent's shoulder with the other hand, and suddenly A turn over——

When the falcon fell, the FBI agent who was holding Mori Yuro had become a human shield in front of Mori Yuro, and was directly hit in the chest by his colleague!

"Bulletproof vest..." Yuro Mori hid behind the human shield, lowered his body and poked out the muzzle of the gun from his waist. To prevent himself from being in poor condition, he fired three shots in a row, shattering the brains of the FBI on the other side. watermelon.

"what--!!"

The FBI who took Moriyuro out of the car finally realized what happened. He ignored the pain of being hit in the chest at this moment. Before Moriyuro could adjust his posture, he immediately turned around and attacked backwards. .

The agent's combat intuition, which he has been trained in for many years in the FBI, came into play. Mori Yuro was in poor condition and could not break free for a while. The gun in his hand fell from his hand and hit the ground, and his arms were immediately held by the opponent!

The FBI restrained Mori Yura and, without caring about anything else, its first reaction was to reach out and touch her face——

Cha——!

The plastic mask and maroon wig slipped from the FBI agent's hands, revealing Mori Yura's face under the mask.

"No..." The FBI agents were extremely sad and angry. They had made such sacrifices, but they still found the wrong person!

However, just at the moment when he relaxed for less than half a second due to shock and anger, the FBI suddenly felt a sharp pain in the forearm where Mori Yuro's hands were restrained——

At some point, a sharp blade appeared in Mori Yuro's hand and directly cut off the tendons of the FBI agent's wrist!

"You!" The FBI agent drew his gun angrily, but Mori Yuro had already rolled on the ground and picked up the dropped pistol first.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, and the FBI agent fell down unwillingly.

Moriyuro breathed a sigh of relief and took away the guns and bullets from the three FBI. Finally feeling a little armed and safe, he walked in the opposite direction away from the transport truck that was targeted by the FBI.

She carefully bent over, using the car to cover her body, squatting in the shadows, shaking off the bloody blade, and then pinned it back into the cuffs of her white coat.

"As expected, I still have to rely on you, Gin." She touched her cuffs. In addition to the blades, there were half of the handcuffs that had not been removed. Both of them were given to her by Gin.

In the entire organization, only Mori Yuro had a hidden weapon like a blade in his white coat. When he thought that Gin had gone to the laboratory to bring himself a weapon, Mori Yuro felt inexplicably emotional.

Gin, the only source of real wine in the organization, is really reassuring.