Kazami Yuya looked at the processed photos and hesitated: "But this matter... I think it is necessary to let you know."
Toru Amuro had no choice but to walk deeper into the corridor: "Say."
Kazami Yuya said seriously: "A bus in Mihua Town was hijacked by two gunmen. There were more than a dozen passengers on the bus. In addition, although there is no evidence yet, the police suspect that the gangsters carried a lot of bombs. They may be ready at any time."
Could detonate."
Toru Amuro frowned: "..." A dozen passengers? This is indeed a worrying matter. If he can help, he will definitely lend a helping hand... But rationally speaking, similar incidents
It's not a small amount, and this is not his jurisdiction. Why did Feng Jian tell him this kind of thing?
He felt that there was something hidden behind it: "What exactly is going on?"
Yuya Kazami hesitated: "Uh... in the photos of the scene uploaded by passers-by, I saw a figure in the bus that looked like Shuichi Akai."
Toru Amuro: "?"
...is there such a thing?
In disbelief, the corner of his mouth instinctively rose: "You really deserve it. Who made him an FBI and wander around Mihua Town every day without doing his job?"
Just as he was talking, Feng Jian Yuya clicked the mouse twice and said: "In addition, there is another piece of bad news... Mr. Jiang Xia seems to be on the same bus."
Toru Amuro: "..."
The smile of an undercover agent gradually disappeared. At the same time, Toru Amuro had a feeling in his heart that "it's true."
"No wonder Akai is so unlucky suddenly." He touched his chin and sorted out all the known situations in his mind, "Maybe that guy knew the identity of Jiangxia's peripheral members, so he wanted to follow him to get some information, but Akai didn't expect...
"
Recalling the mistakes he had made due to Jiang Xia's "event physique", the smile returned to Toru Amuro's face.
...But the happy time is always very short-it doesn't matter that Shuichi Akai was killed, but everyone else in the car is innocent.
Thinking of this, Toru Amuro lowered his voice and said to Kazami Yuya: "Send more people to pay attention to the situation over there. I will get out as soon as possible - pay attention to protecting the hostages, except Akai."
…
When everyone's attention gradually focused on this bus.
In the car involved, the two gunmen finally got the news they wanted.
"Oh? The police have decided to release the Yajima gangster?" The robber wearing a blue ski hat held the microphone and looked happy.
He said to the bus headquarters on the other side, "Then tell Yajima and ask him to call this number to inform us after he confirms that he is safe."
He left a string of numbers: "To show my sincerity, I will release the three passengers in the car - and then release the other people in the car after we meet up with Yajima."
After the conversation, he put the walkie-talkie back in the car and winked at his accomplice.
The robber wearing a red ski hat understood and nodded towards him with a sinister smile.
After that, Little Blue Riding Hood and Little Red Riding Hood left the front of the car and picked up their respective ski bags. They took the two long bags that were as tall as one person to the aisle, connected them end to end, and put them down gently.
Passengers looked at this scene inexplicably and didn't understand why they set up their skateboards like this.
Conan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly thought of the third robber who had yet to show up - if I remember correctly, that man was an explosives expert, and this group of robbers also liked to use bombs. Could it be that... the bomb was installed in
In these two bags?!
When the robber put down the ski bag and returned to the front of the car, Conan quietly jumped off the stool using the cover of the back of the chair. He leaned over to the ski bag, trying to unzip it and see what was inside.
However, at this moment, a shadow fell on his face.
Conan: "..."
Just like the scene just reappeared, he looked up stiffly and saw a familiar muzzle of a gun, and a familiar little red riding hood behind the gun.
"It's you again, kid." The gangster stared at him impatiently from a high position and tightened the trigger of his pistol. "Hmph, since you are tired of living, then I will personally send you to the west - Hey, kid, stand up.
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Belmode, wearing the appearance of a "new doctor", mingled with other passengers and watched this scene, a cold sweat slowly dripping down his back: If she didn't ask, Cool Guy would probably become the first victim here, but
If she takes care of it... there are so many difficult guys in this car, she may immediately expose her weakness, and Cool Guy's weakness itself will be exploited.
If the situation is worse and Cool Guy's identity as Kudo Shinichi is discovered by some members of the organization, then all possible insiders around him, especially the Angel family, may all die.
Now, I want to get out of this predicament...
Belmode gritted his teeth and quietly looked at the culprit who caused all this: Uzo! What on earth do you want to do to create this situation? - Just say what you have to say, don't always let your scary scripts take over.
You speak for it!
She looked over, expecting this naughty colleague to turn his head and look at her, then reveal a wicked smile... But he didn't.
Jiang Xia just sat in his seat with a normal posture and seemed to have no interest in the big scene.
This attitude of being lazy to communicate made Belmod feel confused and even more anxious.
At this moment, the gangster's urging came again. He frowned and said to Conan: "Stand up! Otherwise, I will step on your neck immediately."
Conan was pointed at a gun, his face looked ugly, but he could only get up slowly.
But before he could stand up straight, a hand suddenly fell from the side and pressed on the top of his head.
With a bang, Conan was pushed back to the ground unprepared and fell onto the ski bag.
"What are you doing?!" A scream rang out, but the scream was not from Conan who was pushed down, but from the armed kidnapper in front of him.
"Me?" The curly-haired man in black touched Conan's head and sighed softly, "I just saw that the child was very frightened and wanted to comfort him - look, you've damaged his legs.
So scared."
Conan struggled to get up: "?" Nonsense! You obviously couldn't get up because you were holding him down... Why are you so strong!
The gunman looked at the child twisting around on the ski bag and broke into a cold sweat: "Let go, do you hear me?"
The curly-haired man raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "Have you forgiven him?"
"Excuse me..." The gunman took a deep breath and tried to swallow back the curse words, "Okay, if you don't do this next time, tell that little brat to get back to his seat!"
The curly-haired man nodded happily: "Yes, you are such a good person."
As he spoke, he was not polite. In front of the robber, he picked up Conan and put him back on the seat next to him.
