Chapter 173 Twenty-nine Vigilantes
The car carrying the kidnappers and hostages drove away at full speed for a while, and now there were only two people still awake in the car.
The chairman calmly stepped over the kidnapper boss who was casually stranded in the aisle, supported himself with his hands on the back of the chair and nimbly flipped to the driver's seat. He quickly took control of the poor hijacker and prevented the three of them from dying on the spot.
Asa sat comfortably in the back seat. "Oh my god, I'm lucky enough to have Chairman Chijiang as my driver. I can't afford your appearance fee."
The chairman rolled his eyes at him in the rearview mirror and said bluntly: "Give me the stuff and you can leave."
"How heartless." Asa sighed, and without knowing when, he leaned against the back of the driver's seat again. His arms softly went around the front and wrapped around the chairman's neck affectionately. He smiled darkly in that ear, "Of course the things have been prepared a long time ago. Don't you know where I put it? We finally get to be alone together again. Can you talk about something interesting~?"
In name, the undercover agents that Akagi Nayue has currently planted in the [Parliament] are actually divided into two groups. One group thinks they are serving the big villain Asa, and the other group thinks they are working for the vigilantes. Apparently, they don't know that their boss is the same person.
In this case, even if the doll and the original share memories, Akae Nazuki needs to use actual data to dispel Furuya Rei's doubts.
Well, it’s not that he doesn’t trust his friend, he just doesn’t want his friend to know that he is acting and deceiving people outside.
In short, Asa and Wuming need an opportunity to meet openly and exchange some dispensable information that cannot be transmitted through memory because it has a physical body.
Therefore, when faced with the Council's plot this time, Akajenna Tsuki simply played along, taking advantage of Asa's fun-loving mentality and creating the current situation that seems like a split personality.
Speaking of split personality, Akae Nazuki is no stranger to it. He once taught at Teiko Junior High School, and there happened to be a typical example of split personality among his students.
So he pondered Akashi Seijuro's performance and mental state at the time, compared it with his own, and was satisfied to find that there were still differences between them.
But it must be said that it was not that he was bored to the point of talking to himself, but that Chi Jiang Na Yue discovered the benefits of this way of communication.
When he was alone, he talked to himself of course. But when he divided his consciousness into two halves and let the two halves talk to each other to sort out the intelligence in his hands, his efficiency was much higher.
Besides, isn't this fun?
"The little detective has noticed something's wrong with you." The chairman thought for a moment and spoke.
"It's not that funny." Asa's mouth twitched, and the smile on his face fell. He rubbed the chairman's head like a large dog, "You are really listless, Xiaoyue, but I like you when you are listless like this!"
He is deliberately being malicious towards the entity.
As soon as they finished speaking, they both paused, then covered their faces in sync.
Shit, is he/Assa out of his mind? Why is he hating himself?
Chijiang Nayue took a deep breath, controlled the puppet Asa to step back a few steps, sat back in the back seat obediently, lowered his head and began to sleep.
This is the trouble with controlling two bodies at the same time. Sometimes you forget which body you are in, and you speak so naturally that you can't realize that the other person in front of you is also someone you separated from... From Asa's perspective, he subconsciously thought the chairman was just a subordinate that he usually played with like a bully.
How could he make such a stupid mistake!
The chairman's mouth curled down in disapproval, and he had switched to vigilante mode. He said solemnly: "... Let's not meet for the next two days."
"I agree." Asa, who was sleeping in the back seat, nodded like a little chicken pecking at rice.
[Shu] still said nothing, but secretly put "urging Xiaohong to see a psychiatrist" at the top of his schedule after returning to the main world.
The stolen car carrying the two giant Buddha statues finally stopped at the end of the navigation. Akajang Nayue looked out of the window and recognized that this was a private pier in the port area. She immediately understood what the group of people from the [Parliament] were trying to do.
Let these foreign robbers kidnap the chairman, and use the chairman to lure out Wuming here. If Asa can show up because of this behavior, then everything will be fine. If Asa does not come, the [Parliament] can also collect more information about Wuming.
Asa also wanted to know why the [Parliament] wanted to do so they left a kidnapper boss to "guide" them.
"You really picked a suitable place." The black-haired boy muttered in the driver's seat, "In that case, I have no reason to refuse, right?"
Minato Ward is a severely affected area in the current Tokyo firefight, and the Metropolitan Police Department cannot intervene here. This means that if the [Parliament] takes action against Wuming and the Chairman here, no one can save them.
Chijiang Nayue touched her chin and smiled with her eyebrows curved.
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Not long after kidnapper No. 2 ran away with the chairman, the police also came up. Conan looked at Jinpei Matsuda who was in the front, quickly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and rushed down with his skateboard.
If it's Officer Matsuda, there will be no problem handing the hostages here over to him!
Jinpei Matsuda wanted to stop the young detective and ask him about the matter, but the protective suit he was wearing halfway through defusing the bomb interfered with his movements, so in the end he could only watch in silence as the elementary school student rushed out to chase the kidnappers.
Matsuda Jinpei sighed in his heart, turned around and looked at his subordinates with a look of disappointment.
How come your mobility is not even as good as that of an elementary school student!
Conan doesn't care how the police officer dislikes his new subordinate in his heart. He is now speeding on the street on his solar skateboard.
The child reached out and pressed the glasses, and a red-glowing positioning dot immediately appeared on the lens. It was the positioning device that he had glued to the sole of the chairman's shoe during the chaos.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: the distance from the current position is not too far, he should be able to catch up.
I just hope they don't take action against the chairman so soon... Conan thought, if they go in this direction, the kidnappers will probably take the chairman back to their base. There might be so many people there, even if the chairman is a vigilante, he might not be able to handle it.
He squeezed into the interconnected alleys along the way, so his speed was actually a little faster than the positioning point on the lens, which gave Conan hope of catching up with the target.
The red dot stopped moving at this time - he realized that the kidnappers had reached their destination.
Conan also stopped on his skateboard for a few seconds.
He glanced at the clearly defined port area in front of him, gritted his teeth, put on his hood to cover his face, and rushed in.
Hurry up, we can’t let the chairman go into such a dangerous place alone!
The closer they got to the pier where the red dot was, the louder the sounds in Conan's ears became. He could hear the chaotic gunfire and screams mixed in, and his expression became more serious.
——Until Conan was mentally prepared, he quietly stuck half of his head out from behind the container, holding the football and shoes, and saw the real situation at the dock.
On the ground near the edge, the unconscious bandits had formed a small hill, and the center was divided into two groups of people fighting each other. Conan's vision allowed him to clearly distinguish the two groups of people, namely the other bandits who were barely standing, and the vigilantes in black uniforms who looked unharmed. Conan choked for a moment, and his heart finally fell to the ground, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
In the few seconds when he relaxed, two more people lay down where the fight was fierce, successfully adding to the gangsters' hill.
Conan has very good dynamic vision, but even so he cannot see most of the vigilante's movements. He can only watch the black cloak with a red background flying up and down in the crowd, and judge where Wuming is beating people based on this.
The sense of security brought by Wuming's powerful fighting ability is unparalleled. Even Conan couldn't help but be distracted for a second in this situation, and said to himself: "Could that cloak be designed for this purpose?"
For example, to prevent friendly forces from accidentally harming Wuming, etc.
Soon, the only ones still standing and conscious on the dock were the vigilante by the "corpse mountain" and the young detective behind the container.
Conan leaned out again, trying to see Wuming's expression clearly, but was shocked to find that Wuming was no longer there.
He looked around in confusion, and then he heard a low voice processed by a voice changer behind him.
"You shouldn't come here alone." The Wuming he was looking for was standing behind him, and pointed out calmly, "This place is very dangerous for you now."
Conan's eyebrows jumped, but he did not ignore Wuming's words.
Him 'now'?
"You... know?" He didn't know what he was nervous about. He looked up at Wuming and asked carefully, "When?"
Although he was ready to reveal his identity to Wuming, he didn't tell him it would happen so soon!
The black-haired and black-clad vigilante raised his eyebrows, a faint smile visible between his brows: "Before we first met?"
……?
Conan was shocked: "Why?...Wait, you mean you have dealt with the organization?!"
That's right, the only possibility is that Wuming has also dealt with the organization, so he learned from the organization about the existence of this detective who should have died!
The young detective's eyes lit up visibly.
"You know I'm a vigilante, right?" Wuming asked subtly.
The young detective, who had brought himself to this state for various reasons but would never regret it, sighed maturely and asked, "You know this is Tokyo, right?"*
Wuming looked at him a little longer this time, and Conan caught a glimpse of a relaxed and happy smile that flashed across that expressionless face.
Afterwards, Conan heard Wuming speak again.
"I'll only ask this question once," the vigilante said seriously.
Conan couldn't help but prick up his ears and prepare to listen seriously.
"——Are you hungry?"*
What?
Conan, who had just eaten delicious curry rice before leaving Akae's house, hadn't given a surprised answer before his stomach growled first, and the little detective's entire body turned red from his ears to his fingertips.
Damn it. I was so nervous about the kidnappers in the afternoon and chased them all the way to the port on a skateboard. I had already digested the curry rice.
That is to say.
...He is really hungry now.