Chapter 2614 2626 [Live Ammunition Shooting] Ask for monthly votes ()
The held hostage Vodka was sweating profusely, and behind him, the fake policeman was just as panicked.
"Didn't you hear me?" The robber held the vodka tightly, the muzzle of the gun seemed to grind into the hostage's temple. He shouted at the curly-haired man with amazing shooting skills, "I told you to put the gun down!"
Vodka's head hurt from being pressed by him, and he was just trying to calm this guy down, but at this moment, the guy on the bench in the hall suddenly sighed.
Vodka: “?”
Under his vigilant gaze, the curly-haired man said in a low voice: "'If I can truly destroy you, then for the benefit of society, even if I perish with you, I am willing.'
"——Mr. Yamada, I remember you said that you are a fan of Jiang Xia and Sherlock Holmes, so you must also believe in this famous saying, right?"
Vodka was immediately alert: "..." Of course it's wrong! This is all some kind of unlucky nonsense, I don't know, and I don't want to know... Wait, what do you want to do? !
Conan understood immediately: Isn't this what Holmes said to Moriarty? But in this situation...
His heart skipped a beat and he quickly stepped forward to stop them: "Wait..."
Bang——!
Another unexpected gunshot rang out. "Pulling the trigger", something that had troubled Ryofu Sekiguchi for the entire afternoon, was as easy and casual to the curly-haired man as breathing and drinking water.
Conan looked in the direction of the gun in shock. At the end of his sight, a large amount of blood was spurting out from Vodka's heart.
Blood splashed all over the fake policeman's head and face. He wiped the blood off his face in a daze, completely stunned. He admitted that in the absence of knowing anything about the curly-haired man's background, he did take Mr. Yamada hostage for the sake of gambling... But he never expected that this hostage was as useless as he said.
In front of him, the despised Vodka raised his hand to cover his heart. He first looked at Situ in disbelief, and then his eyes lost focus and fell into the air, as if he was looking in a certain direction of Beika Town and saw a shadow floating above Tokyo.
Vodka: “…” Wow, he actually dared to let his subordinates shoot!
"The thing I was most worried about has finally happened. Damn lackey, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!!" An organization cadre howled in his heart, "Is this what death feels like? Apart from anger and reluctance, it doesn't seem to be as painful as I imagined... But then again, this spurting blood looks a little familiar."
He waited for death to come, but it never came. After a few seconds, Vodka came to his senses and touched the place where he was shot.
——The chest was flat as usual, without any holes caused by bullets.
"Oops, I missed." The curly-haired man in the hall put away his gun apologetically and smiled at Vodka reassuringly, "But fortunately, the bullet this time is also fake."
Conan: “…”
Vodka: “…”
The fake policeman was confused for a moment, and finally understood the situation. He said angrily: "How dare you play tricks on me?!"
"How could that be? I just have a bad memory and always put things in the wrong place." Amid the sweet aroma of ice cream, the curly-haired man took out a magazine and replaced it with astonishing speed.
Before the robber could come to his senses, he pointed his gun at him again and said with a smile: "Mature people shouldn't always dwell on past mistakes - why don't you guess, will it be true or false next time?"
"?" The veins on the robber's forehead jumped, and his anger reached its peak. "I guess you...Pfft!"
A heavy elbow hit his chest, interrupting his words. Vodka, who had escaped death, grabbed his gun-holding wrist and threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.
Vodka: "..." He was mistaken. He had thought that armed robbers were very dangerous. But if you think about it carefully, compared with the Uzo's subordinate who pointed a gun at him... these robbers are nothing!
"If I had been told that only by defeating the robbers could I escape the fate of being pointed at by that short-lived lunatic, I should have done it a long time ago!"
Vodka thought of the black muzzle that was raised for the third time, and a cold sweat of fear fell down: "And do we need to guess? It happened once and for all. According to Wuzo's bad habit of disappointing people's expectations, the next shot must be real!"
As his thoughts raced, Vodka knocked down the gangster behind him.
There was no time to pose or bask in the admiring gazes of the onlookers. The next moment, the brave Mr. Yamada held his head and rolled over, rolling behind the counter and finding a shelter for himself.
At the same time, he prayed in his heart: The fake policeman seems to have two accomplices? - Don't hesitate, shoot quickly! Be brave like me and shoot the curly-haired bastard and the glasses elementary school bastard next to him into a sieve!
…
In the hall.
Seeing the fake policeman being knocked down, the other two robbers who were scattered in different directions looked at each other and showed a desperate determination, as if they were determined to fight to the end with the guy who suddenly appeared.
The next moment, they took a deep breath...then turned around at the same time and ran away.
Because their actions were so coordinated, they didn't even notice that the other party was running away like them.
"So what if you have good marksmanship? You can only shoot one person at a time!" The bald man sneered and ran faster and faster. "You can't shoot me after you've shot my accomplice."
On the other side, the robber who looked like a social animal pushed his glasses and muttered rationally: "It's not that I'm afraid of death, but I believe that with our marksmanship, even if we shoot at the same time, it will be difficult to hit at that distance.
“Rather than having our weapons miss at the same time and then being killed by that curly-haired man with two shots, it’s better for me to leave alone while he’s busy confronting Shimada. Don’t worry, everyone. After I’m out of this storm, I’ll definitely come back to help you get revenge!”
As he was thinking, he stopped and suddenly found that a checkpoint had been set up at the side door of the hospital in front of him. Several policemen were stationed there, evacuating the patients who were scared away by the gunshots.
The office worker robber's heart skipped a beat and he instinctively wanted to turn around and walk to the other side, but suddenly, he stopped walking.
"After a closer look, the police at the door didn't seriously search the patients who wanted to go out. There are probably checkpoints in other directions. Instead of running around, it's better to take advantage of the lax inspection and leave among the patients."
Thinking of this, he adjusted his expression, mixed in with the other patients, and rushed towards the door.
…Then, when he passed through the side door, he was tackled and pinned to the ground by a group of strong men with shining eyes.
"This man has a paint mark on his chest!" the policemen said happily, "He must be the robber that the enthusiastic gentleman mentioned!"
The robber, who was so shocked by the series of events that he forgot the first three shots, said: "?!!"
(End of this chapter)
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