Chapter 780 Another Close Friend to Lose

Amuro Tooru's mind suddenly went blank until he heard Conan calling his name. He then came to his senses and hurriedly got off the Ferris wheel to look for Behringer.

Amidst the ruins, Amuro Tooru's fingers trembled slightly as he quickly and carefully pushed aside the fallen objects, revealing Behffinger trapped underneath.

"Behrfinger!"

Amuro Tooru let out a soft cry, his voice trembling slightly.

Conan and Shuichi Akai, who rushed over, couldn't help but twitch when they saw Behringer.

He was hit on the head by a falling piece of iron, and blood almost covered half of his face. There was a clear bloody hole on his shoulder, which looked like it had been blown out. Even worse, a steel bar pierced through his abdomen.

Their fate is unknown.

"I'll go call an ambulance!"

Conan turned around and ran to call the ambulance that was on the scene.

Behrfinger was rushed to the hospital.

Amuro Tooru got into the ambulance with him.

Although he should try to avoid guessing correctly given his status, since there might still be members of the Black Organization hiding in the crowd secretly observing, he couldn't care less about that right now.

Watching the ambulance leave, Bertrand put away his binoculars, a sinister smile appearing on his face.

He stood up, casually dusted off his backside, called out to Curaçao, and prepared to return to the organization's safe house.

Curaçao nodded calmly and followed behind him.

During the trip, Bertrand made a phone call to Rum from the car.

"Rum, now that Curaçao is mine, you can go find other members to be your right-hand men."

Rum: "......"

Unable to refute it, he had no choice but to agree.

There was no way around it; after all, Curaçao's sudden betrayal was partly due to his own actions.

Bertrand chuckled and said to him half-jokingly, "You keep a close eye on your men, or you don't have to. I don't mind having too many people here."

“Alright, I won’t add any more people to your group.” Rum chuckled.

"That's hard to say." Bertrand hummed twice. "Alright, that's settled then, bye-bye."

He hung up the phone without pausing for a second after he finished speaking.

Back at Safe House 39, Gin wasn't there; he was probably out dealing with the aftermath.

After all, in his heart, his suspicion that Bourbon was an undercover agent had not diminished but rather increased.

Petrrance pulled a tube of ice-cold lemon tea from the refrigerator and glanced at Curaçao.

She had some injuries, which looked like a lot of scars but were not actually serious.

Bertrand had Afra take her to have her wound treated.

When Gin returned, he saw Curaçao waiting beside him.

His gaze paused, then fell on the black butterfly on her shoulder.

He recognized this butterfly.

The butterflies of Bertrandsie represent different meanings depending on their species and color.

The pure black butterfly that landed on Curaçao's shoulder doesn't have a precise scientific name, but it's the numbered butterfly that Bertrand used to implant control chips in people.

Gin glanced at it and then looked away.

Bertrand yawned, his eyes brimming with tears, and looked at Gin. "Where are Kiel and Bourbon?"

“Kier has been brought back, as for Bourbon, who knows where he has escaped to.”

Gin's eyes darkened slightly.

Once doubts are sown, they can never be eradicated.

"Oh." Bertrand yawned again, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, propping his head up with one hand and waving his wrist with the other. "Don't worry, I've asked Asti to keep an eye on him, but if you're still worried, you can arrange for someone else to watch him."

Gin nodded, then, remembering that Asti was also on the Ferris wheel that evening, casually asked, "Did you let Asti go on the Ferris wheel?"

Bertrand nodded and casually replied, "Yeah, otherwise how would I have detonated the axle and brought Curaçao back?"

As he spoke, he blinked his tired, sore eyes and said, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

As he walked up the stairs, he paused, turned to look at Curaçao, and said, "Curaçao, give the remaining list of undercover agents to Qin-chan later."

"OK."

......

Hospital.

It's the same familiar hospital.

Amuro Tooru sat on a chair outside, waiting with his hands clenched into fists and resting on his knees. His head was slightly lowered, and the light from the corridor cast shadows on his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

Several footsteps gradually approached, and Amuro Tooru slightly raised his head and saw Raisel and Morofushi Kagemitsu, who was disguised.

"Amuro!"

Morofushi Kagemitsu sat down beside him and patted his shoulder reassuringly.

After what seemed like an eternity, the nerve-wracking emergency rescue finally came to an end.

After explaining Behffinger's injuries to them, the doctor prepared to leave.

"The head injury suffered by the injured person was quite severe, and it is not yet possible to determine whether it will cause any long-term effects. The duration of consciousness is also uncertain. Family members should pay close attention to the situation and call for help immediately if any problems arise."

"Okay, we understand, thank you doctor."

Morofushi Kagemitsu nodded and thanked him, then pushed Amuro Tooru towards the ward.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It seems that ever since I met Bechfenger, I have often seen him get injured, whether it is a minor injury or a serious one.

Morofushi Kagemitsu paused slightly as some blurry images flashed through his mind, seemingly from a long time ago.

Although this bothered him somewhat, his mind was now mostly occupied by worry about Behringer.

Inside the ward, Behringer lay quietly on the bed, his face pale and looking lifeless.

If it weren't for the heart rate monitor still showing his heartbeat, next year when a bouquet of flowers is placed in the cemetery, his would also be included.

Amuro Tooru sat to the side, his expression unchanged.

But heaven knows how desperate Behringer was when he fell.

Just like the moment I witnessed the death of Morofushi Kagemitsu.

He initially hated Shuichi Akai because of the death of Kagemitsu Morofushi.

Now, because of Behrfinger, he intuitively felt that Bertrandsie had done it.

He is a detective and a police officer.

He should have used evidence to prove that Bertrand was responsible, but at that moment he simply believed it.

Amuro Tooru's clenched fist trembled slightly from the force of his grip.

Seeing this, Zhu Fujingguang opened his mouth to try to comfort him.

But he suddenly didn't know what to say, because Behfinger was seriously injured this time, and even if the treatment had been delayed by just a little bit, he might not have been able to be saved.

He didn't believe that a few words could soothe Amuro Tooru's anger and resentment.

He witnessed Behringer fall with his own eyes.

He hadn't managed to stop him yet.

He almost lost another close friend.