Chapter 742 I knocked him unconscious
Seeing his sudden serious expression, Morofushi Kagemitsu raised an eyebrow, then sat down next to him and took the phone from his hand.
"Tomorrow night? Tokyo Tower?"
Morofushi Kagemitsu frowned as he looked at him, then turned to Amuro Tooru, "Could it be about Behefinger?"
Amuro Tooru nodded slightly, but his tone carried a hint of uncertainty, "That's what I think too..."
"Then let's go take a look. I'll go with you."
Once Morofushi Kagemitsu had made up his mind, he returned the phone to Amuro Tooru.
Amuro Tooru blinked upon hearing this, then glanced at him. "It's possible... but you'll have to pretend first..."
Zhu Fujingguang: ? ?
Time flew by and it was already the evening of the second day.
Two figures stood in the air, gazing at the Tokyo Tower before them, muttering to themselves.
"I'm going to get shot down to almost nothing later. By the way, can I throw a bomb while I'm at it? Anyway, according to Conan, it'll be back to normal by the next day." The silver-haired boy tapped his chin and muttered excitedly.
The blue-haired youth next to him nodded in agreement. "Perhaps you could give it a try. Speaking of which, how about we blow up the sacred toilet again? Blow it to smithereens? Or after blowing it up, throw some divine power in to slow down the world's consciousness recovery?"
“Aha, I think you’re right~” Bertrand nodded, then looked down at his feet, “Conan has already appeared.”
"Okay." Behringer looked down at the small figure running into Tokyo Tower and snapped his fingers with a smile.
The next second, his appearance changed.
After easily disguising himself, Behringer took out a small mirror and admired his own beauty. "Hmm~ Not bad, not bad. Even in disguise, I'm incredibly handsome."
A bead of sweat slid down Bertrand's forehead, and his crescent-shaped eyes stared at him.
"The police are here too, you'd better get ready."
After glancing at the car that had already arrived at the foot of Tokyo Tower, Bertrand patted Behringer and left.
Seeing this, Bechfenger shrugged absentmindedly and then simply sat down to observe the situation.
After the Irishman, disguised as Matsumoto Kiyonaga, knocked out the rest of the police officers, Behringer flew directly to the Eiffel Tower, but did not show himself. Instead, he hid in a corner and watched the show up close.
When Conan was punched twice by Ireland, he even cooperated by showing a pained expression.
Ouch, that looks really painful.
Knowing that Conan wouldn't die so easily, Behefinger wasn't in a hurry to go out.
Although Ireland doesn't hate Gin because Pisco didn't die, there is already competition within the organization, so it's reasonable for Ireland to want to use Conan to bring down Gin.
It just won't work.
Behringer shrugged, his eyes lighting up slightly when he saw Ran Mouri running up to him.
Then, without warning, they appeared and knocked her and the staff member who followed behind them unconscious with a single karate chop.
After letting Ran Mouri lean against a corner in a safe spot, Behefinger ignored the staff member and happily ran over to Conan.
As expected of the main character, he didn't even get dizzy after holding on for so long.
Behringer sighed silently, then slowly walked out, scooped Conan up in front of Ireland, and looked at him with a smile, "Sorry, this little prey is mine now~"
"Who are you?"
Ireland gripped the gun in his hand, staring at the unfamiliar face of Behringer.
“Who I am is not important, what’s important is that you can’t touch him.” Behringer pointed to Conan in his arms. “After all, Bertrand hasn’t had enough fun yet.”
"Petrus? He knows this kid is Shinichi Kudo?"
Ireland narrowed his eyes, certain that the stranger before him was also a member of the organization.
"I know."
"..."
Ireland was speechless.
Just then, someone called him, and he took out his phone to answer it.
"Did you get the memory card?"
It was Bertrand's voice.
"...Got it."
“Very good, go up one floor, and leave the rest to your own devices.” Bertrand’s tone, which was satisfied a second ago, turned into a threat the next.
Ireland paused, glanced at Behringer, and continued speaking into the phone, "This is a serious mistake Gin made. Are you going to cover for him?"
"Huh?" Bertrand's voice was filled with doubt. "You don't actually think I'd help you take down my dear guardian, do you? I don't care what mistakes he makes, it doesn't affect my fun. As for you, just focus on doing your job well. Take down Qin-chan? Forget about it, Boss is on my side, okay?"
Ireland was rendered speechless by his words.
But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Even Bertrand, who is favored by the Boss, knew about this, and the Boss himself was also aware of it. But he not only held Gin's mistake in such a big deal, but also let Bertrand do whatever he wanted. What does that mean?
This shows that Bertrand is really high in the Boss's heart. Even Gin's mistakes become insignificant, just because he is Bertrand's nominal guardian!
For no apparent reason, Ireland felt a strange pang of jealousy.
He gave Behringer a cold look, snorted, and walked up to the next floor, tearing off his disguise along the way.
As he left, Conan, whose mouth was covered by Behringer, was still trying to struggle, and ended up getting a whack on the head.
"Are you out of your mind?? You know the other person is from the organization, yet you still rush to them."
Once Ireland was out of sight, Behringer resumed his original voice, lowering it to reprimand Conan.
Conan immediately stopped what he was doing, tilted his head back, and stared at him with wide eyes. "Behrfinger!?"
"Honestly, I just got back and heard from Qianzhu and Xiao Ai that you were investigating the organization, so I rushed over, only to find you facing him alone." Behefinger put him down with a very resentful tone.
"Because I want to get that memory card." Conan took a deep breath. The dream he had a few days ago, in which Gin discovered his identity and was about to take action against those around him, made him feel a strong urgency to investigate the organization.
"But you should also know that it's simply a pipe dream for you to take on a whole group of them by yourself, okay?"
Behringer put his hands on his hips in dissatisfaction. "And Lan almost ran up here just now, luckily I stopped her."
"Ran!?" Conan's expression changed instantly upon hearing that name. "How is she now?"
Behringer replied blankly, "Oh, to prevent her from running back, I knocked her unconscious and put her downstairs."
Conan: "..."
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