When the middle-aged man was picked up by the police...
His pupils were dim and his face was full of disillusionment.
Where is the trust between people?
he...
Stuck in a philosophical dilemma.
Just a second ago, everyone was still on good terms, discussing how to divide the spoils after the event, and they were all very affectionate...
The next second, Sakaki Makoto shot him.
The pain from my hands is far less than the pain in my heart...
As the saying goes, a friend in need is a friend indeed.
The middle-aged man thought that after all the hardships he had gone through, he had finally found a destined and reliable brother.
The result... The result...
Tears flowed silently.
He made up his mind that in the future...
Never trust anyone else again.
A man in his prime lost his dream just like that.
The world is not worth it.
"Brother Sakaki Makoto!"
The sudden change of scenery made Megure Jusan feel more energetic and all his worries were gone. He smiled and walked forward, patted Sakaki Makoto's shoulder vigorously, and said:
“Good job!”
"You are truly a negotiation expert!"
Like a star surrounded by a moon, Gao Mushi and others also gathered around him, looking at him with curiosity:
"Mr. Sakaki Makoto, how do you make the prisoners obey you?"
In the eyes of others, the criminal undoubtedly obeyed Sakaki Makoto's orders, and then Sakaki Makoto found a flaw and captured him in one fell swoop.
So here comes the question...
How could the prisoner, who was so nervous just now, trust a young man from the enemy camp?
"Oh, you're asking this..."
Sakaki put Conan down, thought for a moment and said:
"The reason is simple. He treats me as his own."
"One of our own?"
Takagi Wataru looked confused:
"He is a ruthless criminal who used 60,000 spectators as bargaining chips!"
"How could I consider you, Mr. Sakaki Makoto, as my own?"
"Could it be that you two knew each other before?"
"Hey, hey, hey, stop talking nonsense!"
With a glare on his face, Sakaki Makoto quickly distanced himself from the matter:
"Before today, I had never met him and had never had any contact with him..."
"He's holding the audience hostage. What does that have to do with me, Makoto Sakaki?"
How come it doesn’t matter?
It’s a big deal!!!
At this moment, Conan was like a spirited husky, rolling his eyes.
If the Black Organization hadn't robbed the bank, wouldn't this mess have happened?
You still have the nerve to say...
"But I really admire his courage."
Suddenly, Sakaki Makoto sighed and said:
"I was alone, with a small pistol with 15 bullets, and I dared to shout the slogan that I wanted to arrest 60,000 spectators..."
"A well-deserved warrior."
Not to mention too much, 60,000 viewers, each spitting at him, sprayed him to death...
What on earth was the middle-aged man's mindset that led him to do such a thing?
Sakaki Makoto felt that he needed to do some research...
"So this is Mr. Sakaki Makoto!"
Director Jin Zi came over with the cameraman and said in surprise:
“Quick, take pictures!”
“This is a living person!”
Sakaki Makoto: “.........”
He looked at Megure Jusan and asked:
"What's going on?"
"You, the Metropolitan Police Department, think the incident isn't big enough, so you plan to ask the media to publicize it further?"
As the saying goes, don't air your dirty laundry in public...
The Metropolitan Police Department is just the opposite. They are afraid that the stench of their toilets will not spread far away, so they have to set up a pot to cook it...
Isn't this simply sick?
"We didn't shout!"
Megure Jusan pulled Sakaki Makoto and walked aside:
"The stadium was broadcasting live, and when they saw the criminal appear, Nichimei TV took it upon itself to record what happened!"
"Wait a minute!"
Sakaki Makoto's face changed, and he looked at Miss Miyano and became furious:
"You said he recorded what just happened?!"
"yes..."
"I'm so...."
Covering his chest, Sakaki Makoto was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Thanks to the TV station...
He has to wear sunglasses when he goes out now.
I dare not pick it up late at night...
As a result, when he walked on the street at night, passers-by looked at him as if he was a lunatic.
That's fine, he just endures it.
Can...
When the matter involved Miss Miyano, he couldn't tolerate it anymore.
At this moment, the huge camera moved closer and the lens focused...
As a professional journalist, director Jin Zi is well aware of the importance of post-event interviews:
"Mr. Sakaki Makoto, I would like to ask you what you think about the case just now."
"My opinion..."
Suddenly, Sakaki Makoto sneered, pointed his gun at the camera, and turned off the safety:
“That’s how I see it.”
Bang!
sand....
sand....
The picture on the TV screen disappeared instantly and the live broadcast was interrupted.
The last image the audience saw on TV was the muzzle of the Colt M1911.
Mao Lilan was shocked:
"Dad, Mr. Sakaki Makoto, did you just shoot at the camera?"
After a short delay, Nichimei TV quickly switched the program and began broadcasting the weather forecast.
Kogoro Maori frowned, as if thinking about something.
After a while...
"Lan, bring me another can of beer!"
.......................
The sudden sound of gunfire made everyone tremble with fear.
The cameraman behind the camera was stunned. He stood there in a daze, his legs shaking.
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