Chapter 893 What does this have to do with you?

As a cry of alarm rang out, Death's members paused, then abandoned their attack and suddenly retreated.

Everyone was stunned. Although they were somewhat confused, the most important thing was to get the person out of the water first!

However, Liu Qingyao was faster than them. He jumped over the fence and into the sea, pulled the two out of the water, took out his gun, shot out the thread and fixed it behind the fence, then fixed the other end to 311.

"This line can only support the weight of one person at most. Take Zhenzhi up with you first."

“But you…” 311’s voice was a little hoarse as she stared at him with wide eyes. In the dim light, he saw streaks of blood red on the sea surface.

You're injured!

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Qingyao pressed the button on the gun, causing the silk thread to carry them away from the sea and back to the ship.

"Wait a moment!"

311 instinctively tried to grab Liu Qingyao.

Liu Qingyao coughed a few times, looked up at him and smiled slightly, then immediately relinquished control of her body.

A feeling of weightlessness washed over me, and the shouts of others gradually became indistinct.

"Brother Liu!"

Ran Mouri cried out in surprise as she watched Liu Qingyao gradually disappear into the sea.

Amuro Tooru wanted to go down and save people, but his arm was suddenly grabbed.

He turned around and saw the men under Kita Ayane's command.

The other party calmly said, "It's too late. The bombs on this ship will explode soon. You should evacuate first."

They were forcibly dragged away before they could even answer.

"Young Master said that you don't need to rescue him, so you should leave first."

"If you don't want us to knock you out and move you away, you'd better leave now. Young Master has other plans."

The indifference and ruthlessness of the others caused Ran Mouri and her friends' anger to rise and fall.

Amuro Tooru looked back and saw several people preparing to go into the water, seemingly to rescue Liu Qingyao.

They were almost forcibly transferred to another cruise ship, only to find that everyone else was already there.

Of course, Conan and his friends didn't have time to react before they were brought over as soon as the two ships approached.

They glanced at Kita Ayane, who remained calm, but did not question him. After all, they had heard the sounds of helicopters and the search and rescue team.

"Oh well, now that we're all here, it's time to leave~" Bertrand hummed a tune as he squatted down next to Afra and removed the bullets from her body.

He casually tossed a few bullets aside, stood up, stretched, and when his gaze fell on 311, who was soaking wet and shivering, he muttered a low scoff.

He was about to sit down on the chair next to him when he stopped and turned to look at everyone around him.

"Hey, where's Chi-chan?"

He suddenly asked.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked for Qianzhu's figure, but they did not see him here.

"Could he still be on that ship?!"

Everyone suddenly turned around to look at the red ship, which was now some distance away from them.

"No way? There are only two minutes left before the explosion."

Kuno Nayeyue said in surprise.

The search and rescue team and helicopter withdrew after pulling Liu Qingyao out, and it was probably too late for them to come back.

Bertrand ran to the fence, stared wide-eyed at it, then turned to Kita Ayane, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and send the ship back!"

The two ships drew closer again, but they needed to get even closer before anyone could pass.

Just as Kita Ayane's men were preparing to rush over to rescue the person, a red figure took a running start, stepped onto the fence, and jumped over!

Afra rolled twice on the deck, bumping into something around her waist. As she got up, she glanced at it and then quickly ran into the hall.

Qianzhu was indeed still there, but his eyes were closed, and he seemed to have fainted.

Afra ran to the sofa, not even having time to check on his condition, and quickly picked up Qianzhu and left.

But as soon as she stepped out of the hall, a violent explosion and turbulence came from the stern of the ship, followed by purple flames shooting into the sky.

Clearly, this is a liquid bomb from Pramiere.

By the time Afra brought Qianzhu to the deck, it was too late. The remaining bombs began to explode, and the entire ship was almost engulfed in flames.

The ship that Conan and his friends were on had no choice but to move back some distance to avoid being affected by the explosion.

A group of people watched nervously as the 'fire ship' gradually fell apart, praying that nothing bad would happen to them.

Whoosh!

A thread was wrapped around and secured to the fence above them.

Immediately afterwards, a figure was pushed out of the flames.

The moment Qianzhu left the cruise ship, another explosion rang out.

The red ship was completely destroyed by the explosion, and the flames were gradually extinguished in the seawater.

After successfully pulling Qianzhu back to the ship, some people, besides the members of the Black Party, were gazing at the ruins on the sea.

Bertrand sat beside Qianzhu, one hand supporting himself on the floor and the other stroking his pale cheek.

"Oh no, I hope Chi-chan is alright?"

Gin glanced at him indifferently, "Judging from your current lively and energetic state, you're obviously fine."

Bertrand paused, "Oh, you're right~"

Seeing his nonchalant demeanor, Ran Mouri hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but speak up: "Um, Koya, Afra, she..."

"Huh?" Bertrand turned around in confusion, blinking with a bewildered look. "What happened to Afra?"

"Didn't she save Qianzhu? Aren't you concerned about whether she escaped or not?"

Bertrand blinked, looked at their somewhat indignant expressions, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then put his hands together and said sincerely, "Ah, thank you Afra for saving Chi-chan."

Then, immediately after saying that, he became nonchalant, looked at Ran Mouri with a wry smile, and said, "Is this alright, Ran-neechan? I've expressed my sincere gratitude~"

"You..." Ran Mouri was speechless for a moment, wanting to say something but unable to speak because her throat was blocked.

Bertrand stood with his hands on his hips, looking serious, but upon closer inspection, there was a hint of wicked teasing. "I don't care about Afra, I only care whether she's done a good job as a tool."

"Well, so far it's been quite satisfying~" Bertrand chuckled. "As for why 'so far'? Well, that's because Afra doesn't have a future anymore~ Hahahaha~"

He laughed and answered his own questions, his indifference to life and his attitude of treating it as a joke infuriated Conan and his friends.

"Has Afra done so much for you, yet you don't care about her at all?"

Conan stared at him, his tone full of resentment and anger.

"ah?"

Bertrand turned around in surprise: "What does this have to do with you?"