At some point, Makoto Sakaki had arrived at the wine cellar, leaning against the door, a cigarette that was about to burn out, looking at him with a half-smile.
"Sue...Suzie!"
Pisk's pupils shrank, and he put down the phone he was dialing, with a thick and bright smile on his face:
"I'm so happy to see you!"
"What about the FBI?"
"They didn't follow you!"
Sakaki Makoto glanced at Conan who was sitting on the ground.
"By the way, you're just in time!"
Pisk changed the subject:
"This guy is Kudo Shinichi!"
"As long as we hand him over to the Boss, whether he lives or dies, Vermouth will be severely punished!"
"Then...your father's revenge will be achieved."
"Don't believe what he says!!!"
Conan on the ground yelled:
"Get rid of him... Ugh!"
The red wine bottle hit him hard on the back of the head and shattered with a bang!
Bright red liquid slid down his face. Conan's eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground, lying on the ground, unconscious.
With a fierce aura, Pisk threw away the remaining half of the bottle in his hand and snorted:
"This kid is still not honest even when he is about to die!"
"Suz, you have to believe me, I'm doing this for your own good!"
"Pisk..."
Shaking his head, Sakaki Makoto sighed:
"Should I say you are stupid or senile?"
"You...what do you mean..."
Pisco took two steps back and suddenly remembered that maybe Sakaki Makoto heard what he had just said to Conan and had a "misunderstanding".
So he hurriedly explained:
"I know you must have a reason for letting Kudo Shinichi go!"
"You can't possibly be an undercover agent sent by the FBI!"
"As long as you don't betray the organization, Boss will definitely forgive you!"
"That Boss is so tolerant..."
Sakaki Makoto smiled, pulled out the MK23 from his arms, and pointed it at Pisk:
"pity..."
"There are some things I hope you can keep secret."
"no problem!"
Pisk was shaking like a sieve and stammered:
"Given the relationship between your father and me, I will definitely keep it a secret for you!"
"When the time comes, we will hand Kudo Shinichi over to the Boss and kill Vermouth. If you and I work together, I guarantee we can accomplish something great!"
"Sparing my life will only benefit you, not harm you!"
Facing Makoto Sakaki who was able to dodge bullets, Pisco didn't think he could reverse the situation.
Since Makoto Sakaki can single-handedly fight against 18 elite members of the research institute, wouldn't it be easy to kill him?
A smart person will never do useless work.
"Only dead people..."
Sakaki turned off the safety and loaded the gun:
"I can't speak."
"Wait a moment!"
Pisk leaned against the table, his eyes bloodshot and he broke out in a cold sweat.
He didn't expect...
Sakaki Makoto is so murderous!
"I am a veteran of the organization. If you kill me, the boss will not let you go!"
With nothing to do, Pisk had to turn to his backers:
"I have worked like a slave for him for so many years, you have no right to kill me!"
"And Shirley!"
"Don't you want to know what happened 17 years ago?"
"Kill me and no one will tell you!"
The smiling face of Miss Miyano appeared in his mind. Makoto Sakaki's eyes turned cold. He lowered the muzzle of the gun, pointed it at Pisk's thigh, and pulled the trigger!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The severe pain in his legs caused Pisk to lose his support and slide down the table to the ground. The wine glass broke into pieces, and the laptop computer made two hissing sounds before the screen went black and there was no response.
"How dare you mention her!"
Sakaki Makoto grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and roared:
"The one who killed her parents was you, a filthy beast!"
"Boss?"
"I'm telling you, the order to kill you will be sent to my phone in three minutes at the latest!"
"impossible!"
Pisk, who had already given up hope and was about to accept his fate, suddenly burst out with a force that could not be underestimated from his old body. He roared:
"I am loyal to the organization. What have I done wrong?"
"Boss has no reason to kill me!"
“It didn’t exist before, but it exists now.”
Sakaki sneered:
"I took a picture of you firing your pistol at the overhead light while the slideshow was playing."
"I'm afraid Megure Jusan and his men are heading this way..."
Ding Dong!
【You have a new text message. 】
Letting go of Pisk, Sakaki Makoto took out his cell phone and took a look at it.
【Kill Pisk】
Sender: Gin.
"Time is up..."
He put the phone in his pocket, and under Pisk's wide-eyed gaze, the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead.
Sakaki Makoto's eyes were deep, his face was as cold as a piece of black ice, and his lips moved slightly:
“In....”
"the bleak mid winter..."
"Goodbye."
Bang!
The brass bullet casing with the letter P engraved on it fell to the ground with a clang.
Sakaki Makoto bent down, picked up the limp Conan with one hand, kicked the wooden box with Spirytus Vodka written on it on the cabinet, stepped forward, put away the MK23, and threw the cigarette butt with his backhand.
boom!
The blazing fire, with its burning feeling, was like the claws of a criminal in hell, stretching out to reach Makoto Sakaki's back, trying to drag him back to hell, but just as it was about to touch him...
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