Chapter 74 Control of the Situation

Shuichi Akai, an elite agent of the American FBI and one of the best, when faced with a group of robbers breaking into a train, how long does it take him to subdue them?

The truth is it doesn’t take long at all. After the robbers' leader shouted that sentence, Shuichi Akai, who was originally standing still, dodged. Before the robbers could react, gunshots rang in their ears. One of them was bleeding. When everyone was panicking, he appeared among them. Then, there was a beautiful close combat.

The enemy's rhythm was completely disrupted. Even if they wanted to shoot, they only hit their companions, causing greater panic. The robber leader was so surprised and frightened that he shouted, "Who are you and why are you here?"

"Who else could be on the bus?" Akai Shuichi didn't mind answering him. He smiled and said, "Of course he is just an ordinary passenger."

The robber leader didn't believe it at all. He gritted his teeth and fired faster. Kidd, who was watching from the side, even had time to applaud him. He said, "Great skills, you are worthy of being from the FBI."

"FBI?" Maori Kogoro said with sweat on his face, "How do you know he is from the FBI?"

Kidd said embarrassedly: "Anyway, I am also a phantom thief, and I have dealt with the FBI before. His skills and unique fighting skills all show his origins. To be honest, the first time I met the FBI, I was not yelled at to kill, so I was a little uncomfortable."

Maori Kogoro's face turned even paler. He murmured, "I was actually playing billiards with an FBI agent the whole time. And... why were there FBI agents in the car? Did they get the news from somewhere?"

"No," Kidd answered him, "I don't think he came here for these people." Thinking of some of the things he had found out, he blinked and said, "Maybe there are other groups of people in this car!"

"Isn't that even worse?" Maori Kogoro couldn't help but shout, "Did this car offend the devils? Why are all these evil spirits getting on board? Hey, if that's the case, don't let ordinary people get on the car, cough cough cough cough..."

He couldn't help coughing. Kidd sighed and said, "Uncle, you should take care of yourself. You have lost too much blood. You don't have the strength to speak anymore. You don't want to miss your lovely daughter anymore, do you?"

"Why do you sound like a threat?" Maori Kogoro still wanted to complain, "But it doesn't matter," he calmed down and leaned aside and said, "I have avoided the fatal place. As long as I can find medicine and bandages, I can hold on..."

Akai Shuichi stepped over from the other side, with the robbers lying on the ground behind him. He glanced at Kidd and said, "I have the latest medicine in my private room. Go and give him a basic bandage."

Maori Kogoro breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he was safe for the time being. He fainted in a daze: "Xiaolan..."

Just as Akai Shuichi was about to move forward, he saw the thief in white suddenly widen his eyes. He looked behind him in shock and shouted, "Be careful!"

Akai Hide instinctively dodged to the side, and a heavy blow suddenly fell from the place where he was just standing. He looked back with sharp eyes, and saw that among the robbers on the ground, the robber boss who was knocked down by him before stood up again for some reason. He lowered his head, his hair covering his face, and his hands hung down strangely, like two powerless noodles. He made a hoarse sound: "No matter who you are... huhu... how dare you do this to me..."

"Let me use this forbidden power!" He raised his head suddenly: "Send you to hell!"

On the other side, Chianti, who had separated from Gin, was looking for a good place. She was also carrying a long pole-like thing on her back, with dark and heavy makeup on her face. Her eyes were full of murderous intent. She looked around, chewed the gum in her mouth, and felt impatient. "What a rat that can escape. He is just an intelligence dealer, but he has brought so much trouble to the organization. In the end, he will die. Why not just stretch his neck and die? Why did he have to escape here?"

"This damn weather, this damn train, and, this damn gin," she didn't mind cursing that person out loud: "I don't know what you've done to me..."

A white shadow flashed by quickly, and Chianti looked suddenly, only to see a white cat landing lightly on the ground and silently looking back at her.

"And there's also the Collins who only know how to eat white rice," she continued to curse in her mind, "I don't know where they got a cat from when they got on the bus. These weak little things, I don't know how many of them I can strangle to death with just a pinch..."

As if sensing her murderous intent, the white cat leaped again and quickly disappeared from the carriage.

+8

The white cat was running at a very fast speed in the carriage, and at the same time, spots of light were constantly merging into his body. He was sorting out the people he had met along the way.

Nomi Kazematsu first met Conan's family, +83; ran into two other people from the Black Organization, +44; was observed by a thief who was watching from the dark, +33; passed by an undercover agent who sneaked up using another identity, +34.

Using his cat body, he appeared in front of the Black Organization, +106, including 4 points from Miwa Mikai. It can only be said that every time a new vest comes on stage, it can easily attract a lot of attention.

The cat continued to run, and when it passed a hiding figure, it gained +34. A pair of red eyes looked at him, and he smiled gently. Even the madness from before seemed to have dissipated a little, and he felt much happier.

The total is 338, plus the remaining 138.3, and the +75.5 light points recently sent by another singer's vest, he now has 551.8 light points. In other words, he now has five draws. Maomao stopped in a carriage. He looked up and forward, as if he could see two different battles in the distance. There was a gentle breeze blowing from the front, gently blowing through his hair. He stood there quietly, like a spirit in a painting that shouldn't be here.

Chianti clicked her tongue and shifted her gaze away, no longer looking in the direction the cat had fled. She needed to find the best sniping position, ambush herself, and wait for the moment when Gin gave the order. She had seen all the fights between Gin and that man before, and even though he cursed her, she still knew that man's strength. Just as she was about to move forward, a light laugh appeared in her ears.

Chianti's pupils suddenly shrank, and she swept her long legs outward without hesitation. A figure had come very close to her without her noticing it before! The man was like a ghost, appearing silently and attacking with extraordinary calmness. He blocked with his elbow and slapped forward with his other hand!

Chianti's fighting skills can only be described as excellent, not to the level of Gin that has exceeded the limit. She barely shrank back and avoided the attack aimed at her chest. She dodged again, and a gust of kick swept across her body, leaving only the chill brought by the biting wind. Her eyes were extremely fierce. She pulled her hand towards her leg and a gun appeared in her hand. She was about to pour bullets on the man when a gun also appeared in the man's hand.

"Bang!" It was the sound of a bullet hitting her wrist. Severe pain attacked her mind. Chianti grinned. She gave up the gun without hesitation and rushed forward like crazy. She used her limbs, her body, and her teeth to inflict wounds on the enemy every minute and every second. The enemy seemed to smile. His hat fell to the ground, revealing his short hair as black as night. His eyes were so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood. He asked, "It was you who fired the shot on the rooftop, wasn't it?"

Chianti swallowed the smelly blood and said fiercely: "I only regret that I didn't shoot you to death!"

Wang Chuan She slowly revealed a wicked smile: "That's great. I hope you can withstand my 'shot' now."

The sound of the carriage being hit continuously could be heard. Wang Chuanshe hit Chianti fiercely again and again without taking into account the other party's identity as a woman. Chianti did not give in at all. Every time she hit him, she was trying to kill him. As long as Wang Chuanshe showed a flaw, she would attack him like a mad dog, until her mind was muddled and her body was covered with wounds. When she was about to faint, she felt someone bending down in front of her, and the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against her forehead. She curled the corners of her mouth weakly and finally left him a curse.

"Bang!" Blood splattered on the car glass. All that remained was a dead silence.

There was no movement for a long time. Wangchuan waded across the "battlefield" and picked up the hat. Then he looked to the side, where his breath suddenly stopped.

"Senior," The train was in an extremely dangerous moment, but somewhere, it was still peaceful. Feng Ji Ye Jian was fiddling with his mobile phone. Next to him, there was an ancient box. He seemed to be in a trance, or as if he was taking a rest. "I haven't asked yet," Miwa Mikai said fidgeting on the side, "What is the purpose of our organization?"

Kaze Matsuri Nomi looked at him strangely: "What else could it be? Aren't all black organizations after money and profit?"

Miwa Mikai opened her mouth, not knowing what to say: "I always feel that it's not just like this..."

Feng Jie Ye Jian didn't smoke. He listened to the wind outside, and his other hand flicked the metal lighter again and again. He smiled: "I don't know where you got this premonition from. But, has anyone ever told you," he said: "Sanlun, your perception is too sharp."

He looked out the window. On the glass of the train, small flames popped up again and again. His eyes were deep and boundless.

Miwa Mikai felt the pressure again, but he still said: "Yes, since I was a child, I have been able to observe a lot of things. I can always see the face hidden under the mask of others. What they think in their hearts is always different from what they show. Through these, I have avoided many dangers."

Kazejinomi said calmly: "This is a talent, Miwa. But if you don't use it well, it will bring you danger." Just like before in the company, Miwa Mikai didn't even know it himself, he almost instinctively saw through Kazejinomi's disguise.

"But it's better than nothing," Miwa Mikai said, "Just like from the past until now, I have admired my seniors very much. Compared to the silver-haired guy, I think following my seniors is my best way out."

Kazamatsuri Nomi smiled, "You're nervous, Miwa."

"Yes," Miwa Mikai said, "Senior, I don't know why, but since I got on this train, I have become more and more nervous."

"I gave up on you once."

"You have no obligation to save me."

"You are here to monitor me." said Kazejinomi.

"He did give such an order, but I think he just wanted to use me to disgust you." Miwa Mikai said, "That night, he actually had more ill will towards me than towards you. If you hadn't said that, he wouldn't have saved me. I will obey his other orders except this one."

"Then you're dead." Feng Jinye said.

"Senior, please save me!" Miwa Mikai once again said the same words as he did that night. He leaned over and grabbed Fujiyomi's arms with both hands, his body trembling slightly.

Kaze Matsuri Nomi sighed: "Why do you think that I, a nobody in the organization, can save you from the organization's top killer?"

"Because you are so amazing, Senior." Miwa Mikai insisted, "In my eyes, you are like a giant in the deep sea, with only the smallest part at the top exposed. You are like darkness itself. The more you explore, the more you will fall into it. You don't know when you will be strangled. You will succeed in whatever you want to do, just because it is what you want."

Kazemiya Nomi looked back at him, and he could feel the trembling emotion in him. He stared at him with an emotion of respect and obedience, fear and reverence. If you look deeply, you can see the longing in it. He seemed to have long been fascinated by his duality. His birth and experience made it impossible for him not to admire this extreme contrast and terrifying control.

It started to rain outside.