Chapter 818 Selective Strike of Memory
The two men who got out of the car behind them were Chianti and Cohen, both of them holding pistols.
The vehicles ahead are Bourbon and Kiel.
Hmm... two undercover agents in one car.
Ai Haibara: "......."
The organization actually mobilized so many members just to kill me?
Those who got out of the car on the left were naturally Gin and Vodka, and even Vermouth was there.
Perhaps considering that the other party would crash into him, Gin did not drive his beloved Porsche.
Vermouth raised an eyebrow and clicked her tongue with a charming smirk, "I never expected that you, Gin, would secretly investigate Sherry, and even manage to find out."
Gin glanced at her coldly, then cocked his gun, pointed it at the trapped car, and said in a cold, unyielding voice, "Get out."
Upon seeing Gin, Ai Haibara trembled instantly, causing the little white dove to coo.
Everyone remained silent, but they all got out of the car anyway.
Conan glanced at the car and didn't see Bertrand and Behringer inside.
It was impossible to tell whether he was relieved or worried.
Gin ignored the other four and focused his gaze on Ai Haibara. He pointed his gun at her, his deep voice filled with a cold killing intent, "Look up."
Ai Haibara clenched her fist to suppress the trembling in her body. Just as she was about to look up at him, she was suddenly hugged.
She paused for a moment, then looked up at Qianzhu, whose expression was slightly cold.
He looked calmly at Gin and said in a low voice, "Sir, you've frightened him. Also, could you please move the gun you're holding?"
Conan: !
Upon hearing this, Gin paused slightly, his cold gaze instantly falling on him.
Conan and Ai Haibara both felt a pang of anxiety for him.
Bourbon and Kiel were also somewhat surprised, seemingly not expecting him to have the courage to confront Gin directly.
Liu Qingyao walked up to Qianzhu and blocked him slightly, then smiled and said to Qin Jiu, "What are you doing? Stopping us with a gun in the middle of the night, it won't sound good if word gets out."
"Enough with the nonsense! Just shoot them all!" Chianti shouted arrogantly. "My gun is itching for a shot!"
Cohen: "I agree."
Bourbon's eyes flickered slightly, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Vermouth's voice rang out first.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Are you planning to kill Sherry? If you kill the others, won't Sherry break down and commit suicide? If you don't bring anyone back alive, Seeker's side will definitely cause trouble."
A platinum-haired woman leaned against the car door, holding a cigarette in her hand, exhaling a wisp of smoke as she spoke softly.
"Then just throw them all away and use them as test subjects for Sext." Gin was completely unaffected by her words, his cold gaze fixed on Liu Qingyao, and he raised his pistol and fired a bullet at him.
Liu Qingyao dodged to the side, the bullet hitting the car, and took advantage of the brief moment to attack Gin, knowing that he was the one who held the power among them.
Conan: !
No wonder Behrfinger recommended bringing Liu along!
Seemingly not expecting that one of them would confront Gin so bluntly, the driver and the shooting squad were momentarily stunned.
They were stunned for a moment when they saw Gin's gun fly away, and then they were stunned again when they saw that the young man was evenly matched with Gin.
ah?
The last person I saw who could go toe-to-toe with Gin was Afra.
Oh, Afra isn't human.
Two current undercover agents and one former undercover agent were slightly taken aback.
Until a gunshot suddenly rang out!
Liu Qingyao gasped, clutching her stomach, and cursed without hesitation, "Holy crap! You actually attacked me with a pistol! You have no sportsmanship!"
Gin didn't quite understand, but he knew that the man was insulting him, and he was about to fire another shot at him.
Liu Qingyao quickly dodged, cursing under her breath, "Damn it, the outside world is really this dangerous! How am I supposed to handle someone who's never even touched a gun before!"
Here's a joke: Liu Qingyao said he had never touched a gun.
Liu Qingyao cursed and hid in the car, leaving the other four with a message: "I'm injured, so I'll hide for a while, but if you die, I won't live alone! Mainly because I can't beat them either."
Everyone except Qianzhu: "..."
Gin straightened his coat and walked back to them, his gaze filled with threat and murderous intent.
Ai Haibara gritted her teeth and immediately tried to break free from Chizuki's embrace to negotiate with them, saying, "I'll go with you, you let them go."
Qianzhu didn't let go, but whispered in her ear, "Wait a little longer."
He seemed very calm, and Ai Haibara also calmed down a bit.
She was no longer of any use to the organization, and no matter what she said, they would not let her go!
Even so, she gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred for Gin and the others.
Conan and Subaru Okiya remained silent, subtly observing their surroundings. Despite their immense tension and worry, they chose to believe what Berthefung had told them—
"Trust me, everything will be fine."
Although he addressed them via text message, they could almost imagine the seriousness in his tone.
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet for some reason.
As for Gin, it wasn't that he wouldn't fire, but he felt that the boy protecting Sherry was somewhat...familiar.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, subtly observing Qianzhu.
However, his memory selectively shuts down when it comes to things other than missions, organizations, and undercover work.
Everyone was puzzled by Gin's silence and inaction.
For the Black team members, all they could do was wait quietly for his instructions. For Vermouth, the two undercover agents, and the Red team members, they could stall for as long as possible.
A considerable amount of time passed, and just as Gin's finger pressed the trigger, the sound of a helicopter approached them from afar, and his phone received a message at that moment.
He took it out and looked at it:
[I'm here!]
Gin: "......"
Conan, who had been secretly observing him, tensed up when he saw Conan's hand on the trigger. Now, though he didn't know what Conan had seen and that Conan had released the trigger, Conan's heart eased slightly.
The helicopter stopped overhead, and something fell from it.
A sound that was neither too loud nor too soft landed on the roof of Subaru Okiya's car.
Liu Qingyao, who was tending to her wounds in the car: "..."
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