Chapter 854 Bei Jiang is not obedient at all
Behrfinger was silent for a moment, then tilted his head slightly, his voice deep and somber, “This kind of thing is not fun at all.”
Bertrand laughed, his smile innocent, but his words were unusually malicious.
"You're not going to play with me? Then I'll kill them!"
Before he finished speaking, two men approached Conan and Ai Haibara, pointing their guns at their heads.
Behrfinger fell silent again, and after a long while, he slowly asked, "What...do you want to play?"
Bertrand tilted his head, pretending to be thinking, and his smile gradually brightened.
Actually, I didn't really want to play anything~
There was a hint of danger in his tone.
The two people who were pretending to be unconscious suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.
Bertrand waved his hand and ordered the man pointing a gun at the two men, "Wake them both up."
They responded, put away their guns, took out a needle, pricked the two children in the neck, and then returned to Bertrand's back.
The two trembled slightly, then slowly opened their eyes, a hint of confusion still lingering in them.
Behrfinger thought to himself: He acted quite convincingly.
Bertrand hummed twice, then looked at them with a smile. "How about I give you a choice?"
The two remained silent, feeling that the options he offered were not good, and that even if they refused, he would not listen; he had no intention of giving them the right to refuse.
He began to speak to himself:
"Are you planning to stay and give Asti a chance, or are you going to leave and leave Asti to face it alone?"
Bertrand took two steps forward, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and stared at them expectantly, as if eagerly awaiting their answer.
Conan stared at him, his face grave, and did not answer.
After waiting a while without receiving a reply, Bertrand shrugged, then turned to look at Behringer with a half-smile, "So, Behringer, what about you? Are you going to choose them or me?"
Upon hearing this, Conan's expression shifted slightly.
This was the second time he had heard Bertrand ask him this question.
Last time it was Vermouth, this time it's Bechfenger.
He hadn't seen Vermouth since their last encounter on the street. He was certain she'd been sent abroad.
Conan's eyes flickered, and he turned to look at Behringer, trying to suggest that he choose Bertrand directly.
But Behrfinger was still wearing his hood, so his expression was not visible.
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"I..." he said hesitantly.
Bertrand leaned back slightly, crossed his arms and rested against Scotland, his expression relaxed, and he didn't urge him on, seemingly unconcerned about his choice.
But Afra, standing next to him, smiled gently, calmly pulled out a pistol, cocked it, and aimed it at Conan and Ai Haibara not far away.
"......"
Suddenly, someone's speechless exclamation popped up.
Is this forcing Bechfinger to make a choice?
That doesn't seem to be entirely true.
Conan and his friends only felt a dark shadow flash by, and at the same time, a gunshot rang out!
Behrfinger dodged the bullet while holding one in each arm.
Bertrand whistled, completely unsurprised, and instead teased with a grin, "Wow, Bertrand is so devoted to everyone~ so open and honest~"
Behfinger seemed to ignore him, and after moving a little further away with the two men in his hands, he took out a knife and cut the hemp ropes on their hands and feet, urging them in a low voice.
"You should find a secluded place to hide first, so that you don't get discovered. Bertrand brought more than just those ten people."
"And what about you?"
The two men kept their eyes fixed on him, unwilling to leave just like that.
Behringer paused, then slowly shook his head. "Don't worry about me."
His voice was normal and warm. I didn't know if it was because he wasn't afraid of what was going to happen, or if he was just pretending to be calm so as not to make us worry.
"But......"
Before Ai Haibara could finish speaking, Bertrand's smiling voice drifted over.
"Are you finished talking? Should I have someone bring you some chairs so you can sit down and have a long talk?"
The three of them silently shut their mouths.
Behrfinger turned around, shielding the two men behind him, and waved one hand at them, signaling them to leave quickly.
Bertrand pretended not to see it, crossed his arms and sighed deeply. His gaze toward Behringer seemed complicated, but mostly it was one of incomprehension.
"I don't understand, Bei-chan, why did you betray me? We've spent more time together."
"Are you going to go back on your word?" The boy tilted his head in confusion. "Were all those things you said just to deceive me? Am I not as good as them in your eyes? Do you think they are better than me? Why did you choose them instead of me?"
He paused here, seemingly waiting for Bechfinger's reply.
But Behrfinger seemed stunned by his barrage of questions and fell silent.
Bertrand clicked his tongue, his expression gradually turning cold, and his tone becoming somber, "Fine, that's how it is anyway."
He lowered his head slightly, his eyes seemingly glistening with tears. After a moment, he raised his head again, looking at Behringer with a cold tone:
"Bei-chan is so disobedient, I don't like you anymore."
He looked down and rummaged through his bag, pulling out a remote control shaped like a cat's paw.
Immediately, not only Conan and Ai Haibara, as well as Shuichi Akai who was hiding in the shadows, sensed something was wrong, but also Tooru Amuro and Hiromitsu Morofushi, who had been secretly following Behefinger because they had noticed something was amiss, also had a bad feeling.
Bertrand played with the remote control in his hand, even raising it and waving it, as if showing it to them.
He gave Behringer and the two heads that popped out from behind him a bright smile, and pressed the button on the remote control.
For a moment, it seemed as if nothing had happened.
But the two people closest to Bechfinger noticed that he seemed to be trembling.
"Behrfinger!"
The two were startled and reached out to help him.
But the moment they reached out their hands, Behffiner suddenly leaned forward, knelt on one knee, supported himself on the ground with one hand, and covered his head with the other.
The two could even clearly hear his painful, suppressed breathing.
Water droplets fell and hit the ground, forming a small puddle.
"Behrfinger!"
The three people hiding in the shadows were startled and almost couldn't help but jump out.
Bertrand watched leisurely, then suddenly burst out laughing happily.
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