The kidnapped Vodka was covered in cold sweat. Behind him, the fake policeman was equally panicked.
"Didn't you hear that?" The robber pressed hard against the vodka, and the muzzle of the gun seemed to be crushed into the hostage's temple. He fearfully shouted at the curly-haired man with extremely accurate marksmanship, "I told you to put the gun down!"
The vodka he pressed made his head hurt. He was trying to calm this guy down, but at this moment, the guy on the bench in the hall suddenly sighed.
Vodka: "?"
Under his vigilant gaze, the curly-haired man said quietly: "'If I can actually destroy you, then for the benefit of society, I will be willing to die with you.'
"——Mr. Yamada, I remember you said that you are a fan of Jiang Xia and Sherlock Holmes, so you must also believe in this famous saying, right?"
Vodka suddenly became alert: "..." Of course it's wrong! This is all some unlucky nonsense. I don't know and I don't want to know... Wait, what do you want to do?!
Conan understood immediately: Isn't this what Holmes said to Moriarty? But on this occasion...
He felt a thump in his heart and quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Wait..."
Bang——!
There was another unexpected gunshot, "pulling the trigger", something that had troubled Sekiguchi Yoshio all afternoon, but to the curly-haired man, it was as easy and casual as breathing and drinking water.
Conan looked in the direction where the gun was pointing in astonishment. At the end of his sight, a large amount of blood was shooting out of Vodka's heart.
Blood splashed all over the face of the fake policeman. The fake policeman dazedly wiped the blood on his face and was completely stunned - he admitted that without knowing anything about the curly-haired man's background, he did have a plan to kidnap Mr. Yamada.
It was a gamble... but he never expected that this hostage would be as useless as he said.
In front of him, the disgusted Vodka raised his hand to cover his heart. He first glanced at Shitu in disbelief, and then his eyes lost focus and fell into the air, as if he was looking in a certain direction of Miwa Town from a distance.
I saw a certain shadow floating above Tokyo.
Vodka: "..." Uzota, he actually dared to let his subordinates shoot!
"The thing you are most worried about has happened. You damn minions, I will never let you go!!" An organization cadre let out a dying cry in his heart. "Is this what death feels like? In addition to anger and unwillingness, it seems that
It's not as painful as I imagined... But, having said that, the bleeding look looks a bit familiar."
He waited for death to come, but it never came. After a few seconds, Vodka came to his senses and touched the place where he was shot.
——The chest is flat as usual, with no holes made by bullets.
"Oops, I missed." The curly-haired man in the hall apologized and put away his gun, smiling reassuringly at Vodka, "But fortunately, the bullets this time are also fake."
Conan: "..."
Vodka: "..."
The fake policeman was at a loss for a moment, and finally understood the situation. He said angrily: "How dare you play tricks on me?!"
"How could it be? I just have a bad memory and always put things in the wrong place." Amid the sweet smell of ice cream, the curly-haired man took out a magazine and replaced it with a surprising click.
Before the robber came to his senses, he pointed the gun at him again and said with a smile: "Mature people shouldn't always dwell on past mistakes - why don't you guess whether the next time will be true or false?"
"?" The veins on the robber's forehead jumped, and his anger reached its peak, "I guess you... poof!"
A heavy elbow hit his chest, abruptly interrupting his words. Vodka, who had narrowly escaped death, grabbed his gun-holding wrist and threw him to the ground with a heavy throw over his shoulder.
Vodka: "..." He was distracted. Before, he actually thought that armed robbers were very dangerous. But if he thought about it carefully, compared with the Uzo men who pointed guns at him... this group of robbers was not a big deal.
What a thing!
"If I had said that only by defeating the robbers could I escape the fate of being held at gunpoint by that short-lived lunatic, then I should have taken action long ago!"
Vodka thought of the jet-black muzzle that was raised for the third time, and the cold sweat of fear suddenly fell: "And there is no need to guess, again and again, and again, according to Uzo's bad habit of letting people's expectations fail, next
The shot must be real!”
As his thoughts raced, Vodka knocked down the gangster behind him.
There was no time to pose, nor to bask in the admiring gazes of the onlookers. In the next moment, the heroic Mr. Yamada rolled over with his head in his arms. Gululu rolled to the side of the counter and found a bunker for himself.
At the same time, he secretly prayed in his heart: The fake policeman seems to have two accomplices? - Don’t hesitate, shoot quickly! Be brave like me and beat that curly-haired bastard and the glasses-pupil bastard next to him into a sieve!
…
In the hall.
Seeing that the fake policeman was brought down, the other two robbers scattered in different directions looked at each other and expressed determination like breaking the boat, as if they vowed to fight to the end with the guy who suddenly appeared.
The next moment, they took a deep breath...then turned around and ran away.
Because their actions were so tacit, they didn't even notice that the other party had also escaped like themselves.
"So what if your marksmanship is accurate? You can only hit one person at the same time!" The bald man sneered and ran faster and faster, "If you hit my accomplice, you can't hit me again."
The robber on the other side, who looked like a social beast, pushed up his glasses and murmured rationally: "It's not that I'm afraid of death, but I believe that with our shooting skills, even if we fire at the same time, it will be difficult to hit at that distance.
"Rather than everyone failing at the same time, and then being killed by the curly-haired man with two shots, it's better for me to leave alone while that guy is busy confronting Shimada - don't worry, everyone, I will escape this storm.
I will definitely come back to avenge you!"
As he was thinking about it, he paused and suddenly discovered that a checkpoint had been set up at the side door of the hospital in front of him. Several police officers were stationed there, evacuating patients who had been scared away by the sound of gunfire.
The livestock robber's heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to turn around and walk the other way, but suddenly, he stopped leaving.
"If you look carefully, the police at the door are not carefully searching the patients who want to go out. Most of the time, cards are set up in other directions. Instead of running around, it is better to take advantage of the lax inspection and leave among the patients."
With this in mind, he adjusted his expression, mixed in with the other patients, and rushed towards the door.
...Then when he passed the side door, he was knocked down by a group of strong men with bright eyes and pushed to the ground.
"This man has paint marks on his mouth!" the police said happily, "He must be the robber that the enthusiastic gentleman said!"
The robber who was so shocked by the series of events that he forgot the first three shots said: "?!!"