The two of them were frightened by this sudden encounter and both turned their heads. Only then did they realize that there was a curly-haired man dressed in black and wearing sunglasses on the other side of the bench.
The man smiled at them, and under the confused gazes of Conan and Sekiguchi Yoshio, he very naturally opened the lid of the puff box, took out the gun inside... and then suddenly shot him back.
There was a "bang" sound, and Conan jumped up from his stool in shock. He followed the point of the gun and turned around quickly, and saw a policeman in the corridor covering his heart in disbelief, with large splashes of blood splattering on his palm.
And diagonally in front of the honest-looking policeman, "Mr. Yamada" in a hospital gown had his eyes wide open - the bullet had passed him and hit the policeman's chest. If it had missed by less than half a meter...
Vodka was so shocked that he suddenly fell to the ground with his head in his hands.
Meanwhile, the hospital lobby.
The gunfire started, and everyone else was stunned. Those who reacted quickly came to their senses and fell to the ground like Vodka, while those who reacted slowly were still looking around, trying to see who was setting off firecrackers in the hospital.
"You..." Conan couldn't hide his shock and looked at "Mr. Kurosawa". He was about to say something, but suddenly saw the other person raise his hand again.
Two more bang-bang shots, and two more splashes of blood.
After firing these three shots, the curly-haired man blew the muzzle of the gun gently like a cowboy in a TV series. Then he looked at the stunned Sekiguchi Yoshio, like a patient mentor, and put the gun back on the victim with a smile.
In hand: "Being too weak will only allow the other party to take advantage of you. As a resident of Tokyo, you must learn to show your claws when necessary."
Sekiguchi Yoshio was stunned. He looked at the palm of his hand, gritted his teeth, suddenly jumped up, went out and rushed to the roof of the opposite building.
"Wait!" Conan wanted to pull him but failed. Seeing that he could not catch up with the running father, he had to rush back to Mr. Kurosawa who suddenly appeared. "There are so many people in the hall. If there is an accidental injury,
What to do if you hit a passerby? How could you...?!"
Halfway through his words, he saw something and suddenly froze.
…
When there was chaos in the hospital lobby.
The entrance to the corridor on the side.
"...Shooting in front of so many people, is this Shitu crazy?!" Vodka was furious at first, followed by another wave of ecstasy:
"Wait, think about it carefully, this is a good thing - I will report it to Brother Gin and ask him to silence him quickly and cut off this abominable minion of Uzo!
"But there will definitely not be only one bullet in a gun. Before that, I have to find a way to survive this sudden shooting incident, lest that boy from Xitu avenge his personal revenge and carry out Uzo's will and take advantage of the chaos.
Let's take a shot...
"Speaking of which, why did this guy suddenly shoot the kidnapper? Could it be that he and the guy with glasses represent the two factions among the Uzo brothers respectively. What is going on in front of me now is the confrontation between the conspiracy faction and the force faction.
conflict?
"...No matter what, let's fight, let's fight quickly! It's best to shoot that guy with glasses off first, before he grows up and causes trouble in Tokyo - I will always stand by you on the matter of annihilating Conan.
side!"
While thinking wildly, Vodka pricked up his ears and listened to the movements around him.
Seeing that the gunfire stopped, he raised his head furtively, trying to observe his surroundings.
At this moment, a figure stood up unsteadily from behind him.
Vodka turned around in confusion and was so shocked that he almost ejected: the fake policeman who was shot by Xitu was actually covering his heart and getting up from the ground without any problems!
...What's going on??Fake corpse?!
In the hall, Conan was also stunned by this strange scene.
However, as a staunch materialist detective, he looked at the curly-haired man, then at the resurrected robber, and then at the other two robber accomplices who also "scammed corpses", and he quickly understood: "
Did you just... use a fake gun?"
The fake policeman was shocked and angry. He cursed lowly, pulled out the pistol at his waist and was about to step forward. However, at this moment, a gun was pointed between his eyebrows.
"Don't move." The curly-haired man turned around with a gentle expression, but the gun in his hand glowed coldly, "This time it's a real gun."
"..."
The fake policeman thought about his shooting skills and then looked at the blood-red paint that exploded in the middle of his heart, and he broke into a cold sweat.
And this is obviously not the opponent's luck - if you look carefully, his other two accomplices were also shot at the same position. If you shoot against such a person...
He suspected that even if three of his party emptied their magazines, they wouldn't be able to kill the guy on the other side, and would only give the other side a reason to defend themselves.
We must think of other ways...
Suddenly, the fake policeman had an idea and looked at his feet.
…
Vodka was still shocked by the fate of these robbers. Suddenly, a huge force came from behind and he was dragged up from the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the muzzle of a gun was pressed heavily against his temple.
Vodka: “???”
"Put down the gun!" The fake policeman held the heavy hostage in his hand and said to the scary curly-haired man, "or I'll blow his head off right away!"
Vodka: "..." Idiot! How did you choose the hostage? You will only make him happier to shoot!!
He was covered in cold sweat and whispered to save his own life: "It's useless to threaten me, I don't know him at all."
"Hey, Mr. Yamada, it's time for us to be honest with each other." The fake policeman sneered, "You are Conan's friend, and Conan obviously knows the curly-haired man, so threatening you will definitely work."
Vodka: "..." Who is that little dirty friend? Don't slander anyone!
However, speaking of blood...
Vodka looked down and saw that the fake policeman's cuffs were also stained with a lot of "bloodstains".
Now looking at it from a close distance, no matter in terms of taste or texture, this thing is obviously just paint - in that short moment just now, Xitu actually replaced the real gun in the box with a fake gun, and handed them to the robbers one by one.
A "bullet".
"Is this kid an outlaw or a magician? His hands are too fast! ...But speaking of this, he seems to be from a circus."
At the critical moment of life and death, Vodka couldn't control the chaotic thoughts in his mind: "What should I do now? If Xitu was one of our own, we could still expect him to shoot the robber in the head and save me as a hostage... But in fact, this kid is
Uzo's subordinates, let alone saving people, it would be nice if he didn't pretend to be slippery and shoot me in the head.
"Of course, compared to this, he is more likely to find a way to anger the robbers and use the robbers' hands to murder me... No, I must not fall here! I must find a way..."
