Chapter 2613 2625 [Kind Xitu]
The two were startled by the sudden connection and turned their heads at the same time, only to find that on the other side of the bench, there was a curly-haired man in black clothes and sunglasses.
The man smiled at them, and under the dazed gaze of Conan and Sekiguchi Yoshio, he very naturally opened the lid of the puff box, took out the gun inside... and then suddenly fired a shot back.
With a loud bang, Conan jumped up from his stool in shock. He turned back in the direction the gun was pointing and saw a policeman in the corridor holding his chest in disbelief, with blood splattering from his palm.
In front of the honest-looking policeman, Mr. Yamada, who was wearing a hospital gown, had his eyes wide open. The bullet had grazed him and hit the policeman’s chest. If it had been less than half a meter away…
Vodka was still in shock and fell to the ground with his head in his hands.
Meanwhile, in the hospital lobby.
The gunshot startled the others, who were also stunned. The quick ones quickly came to their senses and fell to the ground like Vodka, while the slow ones were still looking around, trying to see who was setting off firecrackers in the hospital.
"You..." Conan looked at the "Mr. Kurosawa" in shock and was about to say something, but suddenly saw the other party raise his hand again.
Two more gunshots, and two more splashes of blood.
After firing the three shots, the curly-haired man blew gently on the muzzle of the gun like a cowboy in a TV show. Then he looked at the stunned Yoshio Sekiguchi, and like a patient mentor, he smiled and put the gun back into the victim's hand: "Being too weak will only make the other party take advantage of you. As a Tokyo resident, you must learn to show your claws when necessary."
Yoshio Sekiguchi was stunned. He looked at the palm of his hand, gritted his teeth, suddenly jumped up, went out and rushed to the roof of the opposite building.
"Wait!" Conan tried to pull him but failed. Seeing that he could not catch up with the running father, he had to rush back to Mr. Kurosawa who suddenly appeared. "There are so many people in the hall. What if I accidentally hurt a passerby? How could you...?!"
Halfway through his words, he saw something and suddenly froze.
…
When there was chaos in the hospital lobby.
The corridor entrance on the side.
"... Shooting in front of so many people, is this Xitu crazy?!" Vodka was furious at first, and then ecstatic:
"Wait, think about it carefully, this is a good thing - I will report it to Brother Gin right away, and have him kill him immediately and ruthlessly cut off this hateful minion of Uzo!
"But there must be more than one bullet in a gun. Before that, I have to find a way to survive this sudden shooting, lest that kid Situ takes revenge on his own, carries out Uzo's will, and shoots me in the chaos...
"By the way, why did this guy suddenly shoot the kidnappers? Could it be that he and the kid with glasses represent two different factions among Uzo's brothers, and what is happening in front of me now is a head-on conflict between the conspiracy faction and the force faction?
"...No matter what, let's fight, fight quickly! It's best to shoot that little kid with glasses first, before he grows up and causes trouble for Tokyo - I will always stand by your side in the matter of eliminating Conan!"
While daydreaming, Vodka pricked up his ears and listened to the movements around him.
When the gunfire stopped, he looked up stealthily, trying to observe his surroundings.
Just then, a figure staggered and stood up from behind him.
Vodka looked back in confusion and was nearly ejected in shock: the fake policeman who was shot dead by Situ was actually holding his chest and crawling up from the ground!
...What's going on?? A fake corpse?!
In the hall, Conan was also stunned by this strange scene.
However, as a staunch materialist detective, he looked at the curly-haired man, then at the robber who had come back from the dead, and then at the other two robbers who had also "resurrected from the dead", and soon realized: "You just used... a fake gun?"
The fake policeman was shocked and angry. He cursed and pulled out the pistol from his waist and was about to step forward. However, at this moment, a gun was pointed at his forehead.
"Don't move." The curly-haired man turned around with a gentle expression, but the gun in his hand was shining coldly, "This time it's a real gun."
“…”
The fake policeman thought about his shooting skills, then looked at the blood-red paint exploding in the center of his chest, and cold sweat quickly fell.
And it was obviously not the other party's luck - looking closely, his other two accomplices were also shot in the same position. If you shoot at this kind of person...
He suspected that even if the three of them emptied their magazines, they would not be able to kill the guy on the opposite side, and it would only give the other side a reason for self-defense.
We have to think of a different way...
Suddenly, the fake policeman had an idea and looked down at his feet.
…
Vodka was still shocked at how lucky these robbers were, when suddenly, a huge force came from behind and pulled him up from the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the muzzle of a gun was pressed heavily against his temple.
Vodka: “???”
"Put down your gun!" The fake policeman said to the scary curly-haired man, holding the heavy hostage in his hand, "Otherwise I will blow his head off immediately!"
Vodka: "..." Stupid! How did you choose the hostages! You will only make him shoot more happily!
He was sweating profusely, and whispered to save his life: "It's useless to threaten me, I don't even know him."
"Heh, Mr. Yamada, it's time to be honest with each other." The fake police sneered, "You are Conan's friend, and Conan obviously knows the curly-haired man. Threatening you will definitely work."
Vodka: "..." Who is that little Yinbi's friend! Don't slander him!
But speaking of blood...
Vodka looked down and saw that the fake policeman's cuffs were also stained with a lot of "blood".
Now, looking at it up close, it is obvious that this thing is just paint, both in terms of smell and texture - in that brief moment just now, Situ actually replaced the real gun in the box with a fake gun, and gave each of the robbers a "bullet".
"Is this guy an outlaw or a magician? His hands are so quick!... But speaking of this, it seems that he really comes from a circus."
At this critical moment of life and death, Vodka could not control the chaotic thoughts in his mind at all: "What should I do now? If Situ is one of us, I can still expect him to shoot the robber in the head and save me as a hostage... But in fact, this guy is Uzo's subordinate. Let alone saving people, it would be good if he doesn't pretend to slip and shoot me in the head.
"Of course, compared to this, he is more likely to find a way to anger the robbers and use them to murder me... No, I can't die here! I have to think of a way..."
(End of this chapter)
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