Chapter 1616161624 [Uzo has a sense of propriety]
When Conan woke up, on the other side.
After all, they used the same anesthetic, albeit in different dosages, but the two people had very different physiques.
Soon, Ireland woke up as well.
The cadre from the dark organization was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the neat ceiling of the ward. He was briefly dazed, yet in his subconscious there was a sense of peace as if he had reached heaven.
After several seconds, the events that happened before he was knocked out, as well as the two terrifying shadows that fell from the sky, suddenly jumped out of his mind.
“?!”
Ireland sat up and tried to reach for his gun, but found nothing.
He looked down and found that someone had changed him into a hospital gown.
There was another person standing next to the bed. The confidant had been standing by the bed. At this time, this senior peripheral member understood his boss's actions and immediately secretly winked at Ireland, telling him that he had hidden the gun somewhere else. Of course, the ambulance did not take them to the organization's medical institution, but found a nearby hospital. The doctors and nurses here were not members of the organization, and they might call the police if they saw the gun.
The nurse in the ward was startled when she heard Ireland stand up.
She looked up and found that it was just the patient who sat up in shock in his sleep, not someone coming in and overturning the bed to make trouble. She breathed a sigh of relief and asked casually, "How do you feel?"
"Much better." Ireland tried not to look gloomy. "Thank you."
He asked a few simple questions, waited for the nurse to leave, and then looked at his subordinates beside him: "Bring my coat here and leave here first!"
…
The two men left the hospital, and Ireland asked coldly, "What happened before?"
The confidant was being stared at by him, so he couldn't pretend to be silent and invisible, so he had to report: "I drove out as you said before, ready to chase Kidd, but you didn't show up. I didn't receive a reply, which felt a little strange, so I went to look near the theater building. Then, I saw..."
Thinking of the boss who was lying on his back in the busy street with no face at all, the confidant didn't know whether he should tell the following story or not.
And this pause seemed to have caused Ireland to misunderstand something.
Ireland looked as if he had suddenly realized something, and continued, "You saw me falling on the street, and I was almost hit by two people, so you pulled me away at the last moment?"
Confidant: “……?”
Were you almost hit again?
And there are two of them this time?
...It's a pity that there is no shrine in London, otherwise I would really like to pass by and secretly let the sacred power inside drive away the bad luck on my boss.
But he changed his mind and thought that this "bad luck" was probably not formed naturally, but was deliberately created by Uzo. Even if he really went to the shrine, he would probably bring bad luck to the shrine as well... He immediately gave up the idea.
Compared to this...
The confidant suddenly discovered that Ireland seemed to regard him as a savior?
For a moment, he wanted to nod and take credit.
But remembering that Uzo was in London at the moment and might be attacking him, his confidant suddenly became alert.
Finally, he didn't dare to lie, and told the truth: "No, no one fell from the upstairs. Besides, when I arrived at the theater building, there were already, uh, quite a few people around you. All I did was squeeze into the crowd to check on you, and then got into the ambulance that had just arrived with you."
After saying that, he took the initiative to take the blame: "I'm so sorry, I'm late!"
Ireland:"……"
There were a lot of people around? So many that they had to squeeze in?
Ireland understood his previous embarrassing situation from his subordinates' few words. The mineral water bottle in his hand burst with a bang, and the water dripped down. Ireland's face was uglier than the wet mud.
However, as a pragmatic cadre, although losing face was unbearable, he still forced himself to focus on another important matter: "No one fell from the building?"
The confidant nodded: "That should be the case. Because you fell... ahem, because of some unexpected incident, there were a lot of people gathered there tonight. If someone really fell to their death or was seriously injured, it would definitely not escape the eyes of the onlookers."
"Impossible, I clearly saw someone falling, and I saw it more than once..."
Ireland pinched his brows hard, trying to sort out the mess. "Is it Uzo who is causing trouble again? He clearly had the opportunity to kill me just now, but he didn't do it... Is this bastard arrogantly telling me in this way that my life is in his hands?"
Although the confidant had long guessed that Ireland might have offended Uzo, when he heard his superior whisper the name, he was still startled and wished he could plug his ears and not get involved in this mess.
However, no matter how much you want to escape, you have heard it.
The confidant had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue the conversation according to his boss's words: "We, the members, have actually heard some rumors about Uzo. It is said that he cares more about the fun of killing than killing people. So he often does not simply kill his targets, but likes to toy with them while forcing them into desperate situations."
Ireland touched the needle hole on his arm and sneered: "No matter if it's a hobby or lack of strength, as long as you can't defeat the enemy with one blow, you must be prepared for the opponent's counterattack. A smooth battle is meaningless. The most exciting thing is the comeback when you are at a disadvantage. The more arrogant Uzo is now, the more people look forward to his expression before his death. Being at a disadvantage now doesn't mean that I will never find an opportunity."
Confidant: "..." Oh, if that's true, that would be great. But he always felt that according to those rumors, Wu Zuo must have a big move in the future, and these few times of jumping off the building and hitting people might just be a prelude, like an appetizer before a sumptuous banquet.
At this time, the confident boss next to him had other ideas.
Ireland wiped the water off his hands and thought slowly: "However, he may not do this just for simple 'liking' - Boss is not a good-tempered saint. He can tolerate Wu Zo ignoring the ban on 'internal fighting' and repeatedly plotting against other backbones, which shows that he actually approves of Wu Zo in his heart. On the other hand, if Wu Zo had always been against the boss, there would not be the current situation at all."
The confidant had followed him for more than ten years and quickly understood what Ireland wanted to say: "You mean, Uzo didn't want to kill you, but he was concerned about the boss's mood and couldn't do it directly?"
Ireland nodded.
But I still feel that something doesn't make sense: "But if that's the case, why did he let that woman show up and push me back to the point where I fell from the building? It can't be just to embarrass me, there must be a deeper purpose behind this."
(End of this chapter)
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