Four or five police cars were destroyed by bombs, and at least a dozen police officers were injured or killed.
hateful! Is this guy so unscrupulous...
Conan gritted his teeth and cursed secretly.
The brutality of this suspect far exceeded his imagination. He was worried that if he continued to provoke the other person, there would be no guarantee that a greater disaster would not occur!
So, just as the two sides passed each other, Conan took the opportunity to throw a tracker onto the suspect's motorcycle.
It was confirmed that the suspect was unaware of the tracker's presence.
He hurriedly stopped and turned the accelerator, pretending to catch up and give the opponent a good-looking Sera Masumi, and showed him the effect of the tracking glasses:
"Wait a minute, we won't lose you!"
"Eh... ok."
This should also be a prop made by Dr. Agasa...
Sera Masumi nodded, and couldn't help but think of the bow Conan tied to his mobile phone in the Scarlet Incident, but she knew that now was not the time to pry about this.
I suppressed the thoughts in my heart for the time being.
The two of them watched the arrogant figure completely disappear around the corner, and immediately followed it to the dock through the tracker.
At this time, a few clouds drifted in from the originally clear sky, which added a protective color to the dense cluster of containers on the dock.
The sniper who arrived here first had just thrown his sniper rifle into a van parked here. However, his proud look did not last long. His ears moved slightly and he heard the very familiar sound of a motorcycle engine. .
He actually chased him here... He is really haunted!
He cursed in his mind, but he had to secretly admire the other party's ability.
In that case, go to hell!
He hid his body in the shadows and judged the distance between the two sides by his voice.
oh? He's quite smart and knows not to rush over on his motorcycle... But it's too late, now!
He took out his pistol, seized the moment when Sera Masumi stopped the car, walked out of the shadows, took aim, and pulled the trigger.
? ! ? !
Conan suddenly felt something was wrong and pulled hard with all his strength.
"boom!"
The bullet whizzed past and grazed Sera Masumi's helmet. The motorcycle tipped over, and the impact sent her into a state of shock.
"Sera!"
Conan exclaimed and hurriedly got up from the ground, nervously checking Sera Masumi's injuries while vigilantly observing the suspect's actions.
Helmets, leather jackets, leather gloves…
He knew that anesthesia needles would have no effect at all against such an opponent.
The combination of a football belt and foot strength-enhancing shoes requires a few seconds of preparation.
You only get one chance.
At this critical moment, FBI Judy, Kamel, and James appeared in a black car.
They figured out the direction of the sniper's escape by stealing the police radio.
At this time, when he saw Conan who was confronting the target person and Masumi Sera who was lying on the ground, he decisively swerved and parked the car between the two parties.
"Your opponent is me!"
Judy Stelling shouted and fired decisively to suppress fire.
The sniper was shocked to realize that it was not just the two teenagers on the motorcycle who were following him.
Can't fall in love with fighting...
He made a quick decision, turned around and ran towards the van.
Judy Stelling refused to give in and was stroked with gunshots!
Several bullets penetrated the car's gas tank!
Metal collides and sparks fly!
I don’t know what kind of explosives were hidden in the car, but only a few seconds after the fire started.
There was a huge explosion in the car.
The fire shot up into the sky and illuminated the entire dock.
The powerful impact pushed the sniper hiding behind as a bunker into the air. With a 'plop' sound, he fell heavily into the sea next to him.
Got, saved...
The sound of the explosion echoed like thunder in Conan's ears.
Feeling the tremors on the ground, Sera woke up slowly.
"Are you two okay?"
Andrey Kamel came over and helped Conan and Sera Masumi up from the ground.
"It hurts……"
Sera Masumi touched the dent on his helmet that had been scratched by the bullet, and said with lingering fear: "If I hadn't worn this... I would have died a long time ago."
"Take it easy first."
At this time, Judy Stelling took two bottles of mineral water from the car and handed them over.
Conan sincerely thanked: "Thank you for arriving in time."
Judy Stelling shook her head, "You're welcome, this is our job."
Work?
Conan was startled, and his expression became extremely serious: "Sure enough... is that sniper someone the FBI is hunting for?"
"Yeah, you can say he is one of our recent targets." Judy Stelling said.
"That……"
Conan looked seriously, looked at the wreckage of the car that was blown to pieces, and said in a deep voice:
"Is he...dead?"
"No. He jumped into the sea and slipped away."
Judy Stelling pointed to the sea and sighed: "Later, we can only remind the police to conduct an all-round search of the rock walls around the bay."
Although Conan knew that Sera Masumi was with him and it was not convenient to talk about topics related to the black organization, he still couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked:
"Who is that guy?"
"SEAL Team."
The person who answered him this time was Andrey Kamel: "I'm afraid only special forces like them who are very familiar with the sea can escape into the sea in the situation just now."
That's why I want to keep him alive...
Judy Stelling shrugged and was about to explain her strokes of shooting when she suddenly heard a dense sound of sirens in the distance.
She decisively stopped speaking, shook the revolver, put it on the car and asked James Blake to hide in the secret compartment, then turned to Conan and Sera Masumi and blinked:
"Remember to keep the pistol a secret~"
"Don't worry." Conan agreed simply.
Sera Masumi said softly, and her curious eyes couldn't help but look at Judy and Kamel.
FBI...is my brother's colleague...
"What should we do now?" Andrey Kamel looked at the police cars that had gathered and asked in a low voice.
"Hunter killed someone in public this time. We will need to contact the police sooner or later anyway, so why not make it clear to them now?"
Judy said, looking at the driver's seat of the black car again:
"Boss, what do you think?"
Three FBI agents appeared at the scene of the explosion. No one would believe it was a coincidence.
James Blake nodded, "Good idea, just do what Judy wants. We just want to catch Hunter, and we also need to use the police's intelligence network."
He quickly made a phone call to contact other FBI agents who were not involved in the pursuit, and sent the photos and information they collected about Hunter to the Metropolitan Police Department.
(End of chapter)
