Chapter 743 Sleepiness is Normal
...Being knocked unconscious is much better than running up to face the Black Organization.
Conan let out a breath, then looked up at the disguised young man in front of him. "Speaking of which, does Bertrand know you're here?"
Upon hearing this, Behrfinger shook his head. "He doesn't know."
Conan thought silently for a moment, then turned and ran towards the top of the Eiffel Tower. "You stay here and wait, don't wander off! I'll be right back!"
Behrfinger: "??? You haven't given up on getting the memory card yet!?"
He stared wide-eyed at Conan's retreating figure, frozen in place as if infuriated by Conan's stubbornness.
Behringer sighed and facepalmed, then chased after Conan.
Ha, it's impossible to stay put!
On the other end, in a helicopter.
Bertrand played with a butterfly in his hand, then raised his hand to cover his mouth and yawned. "Are you going to kill him, Qin-chan?"
Gin snorted coldly and did not reply.
“Oh dear, it’s a bit of a waste to kill him, isn’t it? After all, he’s quite capable.” Bertrand’s face showed a hint of regret and hesitation. “But he pointed a gun at me earlier.”
"Should we teach him a lesson?"
Bertrand muttered to himself as he tossed the butterfly in his hand.
Chianti and Cohen, who were standing nearby, were terrified that the thing might suddenly go off and blow up everyone in their helicopter.
"Gin-chan, what do you think would be better?" A troubled Bertrand asked Gin directly.
"I think it would be easier to kill him," Gin replied coldly.
"Huh? That's so cruel?" Bertrand frowned. "I think it would have been better to remove the hand that was pointing the gun at me."
Upon hearing this, the other members of the helicopter besides Gin: ...
From the perspective of an organization member, having one's hands and feet crippled seems even more cruel.
Bertrand chuckled and said nothing more, simply watching from the side.
Gin used his phone to have Ireland hold up the memory card, and then had Chianti do it.
The bullet destroyed the memory card in his hand and then went straight through his shoulder.
It neither hit the mark nor struck a nerve, but it still taught him a lesson.
Bertrand's eyes lit up, and he reached out to put his arm around Gin's neck. "Hey, let's lower the rope and pull him up!"
Gin coldly slapped his hand away, letting Vodka approach the tower and then lower the rope ladder.
Ireland, clutching his bleeding wound, glanced at the lowered rope ladder, knowing the shot was a warning, and silently climbed into the helicopter, enduring the pain.
Ireland glanced at the grinning Bertrand and the indifferent Gin, then sat down silently beside him, clutching his wound to try and reduce the bleeding.
The helicopter was preparing to retreat when Gin spotted Conan running up. He narrowed his eyes and gestured for Vodka to stop.
"If there are others, just fire and take care of them."
"clear."
Thus, the scene from the original work, where the Tokyo Tower is shot at, appears.
"Wow~" Bertrand watched with delight, occasionally offering a comment.
Ireland turned his head and caught a glimpse of it. Seeing Bertrand's excited expression, he immediately understood what the young man meant by 'not having enough fun'.
Behringer followed Conan stealthily.
At that moment, Amuro Tooru, who was disguised, and Morofushi Kagemitsu, who was also disguised, had driven to the foot of Tokyo Tower. When they saw the helicopter strafing the tower, their eyelids twitched involuntarily.
Because the helicopter had American symbols printed on it, Amuro Tooru did not immediately associate it with the Black Organization.
On Tokyo Tower, Conan, unable to hide below because Ran Mouri was below, could only continue upwards. However, seeing that there was nowhere left to hide, he glanced at the retractable harness on his body.
Looks like I have no choice but to take a gamble.
Just as he was about to remove the retractable sling, a figure rushed over quickly, muttering a few curses at him.
Bechfenger hid Conan in his trench coat, then ran forward quickly and jumped off the top of the Eiffel Tower!
"He actually jumped down?"
As a sniper, Chianti's eyesight was exceptional; he immediately spotted an adult male jumping off the tower.
Bertrand glanced at her.
With such good eyesight, how did Conan go blind when he was jumping around inside the Eiffel Tower?
Noticing his slightly displeased gaze, Chianti, though unsure of what she had done, silently shut her mouth.
Anyone would think that someone jumping from such a height would not survive, and with more and more police cars gathering below, Gin ordered Vodka to stop and retreat.
A smile flickered across Bertrand's eyes as he glanced at Tokyo Tower.
Hey ho, we managed to prevent this helicopter from being destroyed~ He can sneak out and play around now, hehe.
It seemed like she used a prop, but she actually used magic. In her haste to save her, Behefinger closed her eyes and fainted.
That's right, the impact of falling from such a height was too great; he couldn't withstand it and immediately 'fainted'.
Conan, who was completely unharmed, got up and the first thing he did was check if he was alright. He breathed a sigh of relief after finding that he had just fainted and collapsed on the air mattress, panting.
Amuro Tooru, who ran over to check the situation after following the police officers, glanced at Conan, then his gaze fell on another person on the air cushion.
Turning his head, he exchanged a glance with Morofushi Kagemitsu, and they quietly went over to check.
After discovering that Behffiner had a disguise on his face, he calmly communicated with the police and then carried him away.
Conan: ? ? ?
He had barely begun to wonder when his phone rang in his pocket.
"Hi~ Conan-kun~"
As soon as he answered the phone, Bertrand's voice came through to his ears.
Conan's pupils contracted, and he was about to speak when he realized that the other end seemed to be recording.
"I've planted a bomb in the tower, you'd better get everyone still up there to evacuate quickly~ Hehe~"
As soon as he finished speaking, the call was disconnected, and a 15-minute countdown appeared on the screen, giving Conan no extra time to react.
Bertrand, who had actually planted a bomb at Tokyo Tower, began to haggle with Gin with satisfaction.
"I want to fly a helicopter too!"
"No, minors are not allowed to fly helicopters."
Gin calmly left amidst the silver-haired boy's resentful gaze.
As for Ireland, he said nothing, treated his wounds, and rushed back to the United States overnight.
I can't stay in this place for even a second longer!
Bertrand is not worried that he will tell Gin that Conan Edogawa is Shinichi Kudo.
After all, he's a smart man.
While one side is trying to personally fly the helicopter, another side is speeding up the evacuation of people from Tokyo Tower, and yet another side is rushing back to the hotel with the 'unconscious' person.
"Is he still not awake?" Amuro Tooru, who was driving, asked, taking a moment to pause and reflect.
"No."
Morofushi Kagemitsu glanced at Behffiner, who had gone from being unconscious to sleeping.
It's normal for a young child to be sleepy.
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