The atmosphere in the car was silent for more than ten seconds.
Belmode looked at this silly boy's resolute preparation to die, and considered it for a moment with one hand on his forehead.
It is speculated that it is most likely that the recent behavior of chasing and beating Shirley has stimulated the young detective and made him feel a sense of crisis for the lives and safety of those around him, so he took risks and did such a mindless thing. thing……
However, it is still understandable that in the final analysis, this situation will result, and part of the reason is also caused by his plan to eradicate Shirley...
Forget it, I don’t care.
Belmode sighed silently again, suddenly feeling a little tired.
She no longer wanted to worry about where this little detective got his confidence. He wanted to shake or even bring down the entire organization with just the trivial evidence of the keystroke sound.
Is it really that easy? Are all the undercover agents in the organization doing it for free?
It seems Silver Bullet still needs to grow...
"Hey, don't waste any more time," Conan urged with some vigilance: "If you plan to wait for your companions to come over, I can..."
"No, I admit that I lost this time." Bermod interrupted: "I am willing to give up the pursuit of Shirley."
"What?"
Conan was stunned, somewhat doubting what his ears heard.
Admit that you lost? Does this mean you are going to the police station with me?
"Haha... But I still have to remind you that the consequences of impulsiveness are not something you can bear now."
Belmode said, grabbing Conan's arm and pressing the air bag switch on the phone.
Instantly a cloud of white smoke surged out and enveloped the two of them.
"Cough...cough, you..." Conan was unable to avoid it due to his body size, and choked on several mouthfuls of this gas.
"Don't worry, it's just ordinary sleeping gas..." Belmode said.
"Damn it... If this happens, you will also... ahem..." Conan felt his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier uncontrollably.
"Yes, I'm going to gamble my luck," Belmod said with a soothing mood and a heartfelt smile, "If you wake up first, you can call the police to arrest me, and you can even test your conjecture and see if you can Find my boss, but what will happen if I wake up first... you should know, right?"
Conan opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but his arms still fell weakly, his eyes went dark and he fell into coma.
"No, I have to go over quickly and wake up Shinichi, otherwise he might..."
Through the bug on the device, Dr. Ali, who was paying close attention to the developments here, heard this and quickly started the beetle car that acted as a signal base station and drove in the direction of the location.
As a result, the next moment...
A gunshot came from the earphones, shocking Dr. Ali's face to turn pale, because he saw that the values of the instruments placed on the dashboard and connected to the Xinyi signal signal had all returned to zero.
No, it can't be... His heart and pupils were extremely contracted at this moment, and thoughts came to his mind uncontrollably.
Shinichi...is dead?
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Following Gin's method of avoiding anesthesia needles on the rooftop and using pain to stimulate nerves, Belmod opened the car door and took a deep breath of fresh air.
I didn't expect to become so embarrassed...
She smiled self-deprecatingly, leaned against the side of the car, and after urgently treating the wound on her leg, she supported herself, took off her coat and covered Conan's body.
He grabbed a few coins from the money box and symbolically closed the car door with its broken window.
Belmod carefully dragged his injured leg forward.
Fortunately, Chrissy Wynyard's identity had been discarded by herself after the Pisk incident, and the FBI had also investigated her relationship with Sharon Wynyard, otherwise the remaining DNA that could not be disposed of would be another trouble……
"It's really a headache."
Belmod took a deep breath and looked up at the full moon hanging high in the night sky.
With such visibility, she had to move forward in the dark in order not to be spotted by passing vehicles.
Fortunately, in order to avoid being hunted by the FBI, I chose a sparsely populated road...
"Huchi...huchi..."
Belmod gasped, lowering his head from time to time to check if the wound on his thigh showed any signs of cracking.
After walking like this for about ten minutes, a phone booth appeared at the end of the line of sight.
She gritted her teeth, and as her mind became increasingly dizzy, she murmured as if to cheer herself up:
"Humph... I'm quite lucky..."
Staggering to the phone booth.
After picking up the phone and inserting coins to dial Gin's number, a feeling of weakness and dizziness came to mind again.
Belmod finally couldn't hold on any longer and slowly sat down against the soundproof glass.
After learning that there was no need to rescue Calvados, Gin drove a Porsche 356a on the way back to the base.
In the passenger seat, Vodka was playing with the mummy mask he had just taken off with great interest...
By the way, this face shape seems to suit me quite well. Do you want to wear this next time you do a mission where you can’t show your face?
Suddenly, a phone ringing broke the quiet atmosphere in the car.
Unfamiliar number... Gin glanced at the caller ID and didn't speak after picking up the call.
"Gin, it's me," Belmode said, "You should know, right? I was accidentally shot in the ribs by Akai Shuichi with a shotgun..."
"Oh? It turns out to be Shuichi Akai again."
Gin smiled playfully, "I remember you disguised yourself as a silver-haired murderer in New York a year ago to lure him out and kill him, but you ended up suffering a lot..."
"Yes, I think he would take ordinary murderers lightly... If I had known it would happen today, I would have tried my best to get rid of him then..."
Belmode gasped a few times, endured the pain, and reluctantly explained: "The boss said that that man will most likely turn into a silver bullet to kill us, so..."
"Hmph... In this world, there are no silver bullets that can destroy us." Gin snorted coldly.
However, since this was what Belmode reported to the boss, he just retorted without mocking him.
"Haha, anyway, I'm in a phone booth on Route 20 right now," Belmode chuckled a few times and then went straight to the point of the topic, "Can you pick me up? There was something unexpected just now. I I can’t move now…”
"Before that, I want to ask one thing clearly..."
Gin was about to ask about the high school detective 'Kudo Shinichi', but as he spoke, he remembered the time when Ye Gengyi asked Vodka to help him record a news program, and the atmosphere of wanting to explore the truth disappeared instantly. , the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch, and he said:
"Forget it...it's nothing. Just wait where you are. We'll go there right now."
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