Chapter 96: Coindo Chapter·Sounding

The sea breeze was howling.

Tsukiyama Asari was hung in the air by his wrist. His slightly long hair, which had not been trimmed since he returned to Japan, was blown by the wind, blocking a small part of his vision. He squinted his eyes and suddenly felt like a piece of dried bacon hanging on the wall.

No, now it was one person and one system hanging here like bacon.

His mind was twisted into a mess, and all kinds of strange ideas popped up like bamboo shoots after rain, scrambling to throw out, until a cold male voice sounded deep in his head, with a somewhat helpless smile.

[......What are you thinking about? ]

'Dried bacon. '

Tsukiyama Asari still didn't react. He subconsciously repeated the amazing thoughts that just occurred to him before he realized that the guy knew exactly what he was thinking, and that this was just a helpless teasing, and he didn't need to answer.

He was now being held in the air by the other party's wrist. He felt a slight pain in his wrist, and could only see 003's legs. He stuttered as he spoke, 'You, this... the forum will explode...'

[How could such an unscientific thing be drawn in that comic? ! You'd better shut up... be prepared. ]

...Prepare for what?

[Hold me tight. 】

003's strength was so great that it was beyond the human range. He directly pulled his wrist and lifted him up a little bit. Tsukiyama Asari then realized what the other party meant. Following the other party's actions, he took the initiative to stretch his hand upwards, circled 003's neck, and hung himself on him.

It was so cold.

There was fire all around, and Tsukiyama Asari's skin was slightly hot from the smoke, but 003 seemed to be completely unaffected. His skin was still an inhumanly cold temperature, but it had the same touch as human skin.

He silently put his palm, which was still numb, on the back of the other party's neck and rubbed it a few times, and then couldn't help squinting his eyes. It

was much more comfortable, and it felt like applying an ice pack.

In this position, he could easily put his face against the other's neck. His brain, which was a little dizzy from the fire, gradually cooled down. Tsukiyama Asari tried to "apply ice packs" while looking down. The ship had just tilted so fast, but now it slowed down and slowly fell to the sea. If he wanted to fall directly into the water, he would have to wait for a while.

Tsukiyama Asari opened the comics again to check on Edogawa Conan, fearing that 003, the guy who suddenly appeared, would be seen by the two people who found this place.

[No mother can't recognize her own child (deep affection.jpg) Who would just throw the phone away , cover their face, scream, roll around on the bed

, sob sob sob sob] [Brother - be my brother, brother - sob sob sob So ... Conan, how come you can even repair engines... Tsukiyama Asari couldn't help but feel jealous of this little hexagonal warrior. The comic in front of him continued to update, and the repair process seemed to have progressed to two-thirds. Hiss... It feels like I'll still be hanging here when they come to repair it. How about trying to jump into the sea? He looked down and found that no matter how he used the force, he couldn't fall into the sea. 003, who had been motionless, raised the arm that was not holding the pipe at this time, grabbed Tsukiyama Asari's waist and pulled him up a little. The place where his arm was circled just coincided with the place where the retractable belt had just been tightened. The black-haired man frowned and took a breath in a low voice. The arm moved down a little. After confirming that he had contained the other person, 003 directly stepped on the outside of the cabin, using the force to push himself backwards, and at the same time loosened his hands that were tightly holding the pipe. This action without any warning made Yueshan Chaoli's eyes widen instantly, and the familiar feeling of weightlessness surged over his body again. He looked up in disbelief, and met a pair of oversaturated blue eyes. Those eyes were almost the same color as the sea and the sky, but purer, brighter, and even faintly glowing. There was no emotion in them, beautiful, but unreal. When he fell about one-third of the way, the system accurately calculated the power and angle required for the next step, pushed the person in his arms above the sea, and then fell straight into the cabin that was blazing with fire. Yueshan Chaoli fell into the sea. The sound of falling into the water attracted two people who had just repaired the speedboat on the other side of the ship. Gravity made the man fall down for a distance before he floated up again. Next to him was a deck that was blown away. He subconsciously grabbed the deck with his hands and placed his upper body on it. The time they looked at each other when they fell was too short. He didn't see the other person's face clearly. He only remembered those eyes. Inorganic eyes, completely different from those of humans, and now the body with those eyes has been engulfed in flames. "003?" Tsukiyama Asari murmured. [I'm here.] The system's voice rang in his mind again, and the voice was rare and serious, but he still couldn't help cursing at the end of the sentence. [We are at the back of the ship, and the people in front can't see us. The speedboat that Edogawa and Okiya Subaru found in the comics has a problem. It has just been repaired and is heading here... Could I be the one you wrote in your previous life? Otherwise, why would I be tortured by you every day? ! !] Tsukiyama Asari blinked his eyes, still a little dazed, until Edogawa Conan's anxious call came. "Asari--" "Here, I'm fine." He waved over there, then took Okiya Subaru's hand and came out of the sea, throwing himself into the boat. Kasugawa Shugo, Asuka Kiri, and Hato Mia can all rest over there, so I should be able to do it too. Tsukiyama Asari rubbed his wrist, which still had a circle of red marks left on it from being pinched when the system dragged him in the air. I'm so tired, my waist will probably hurt for a few days. I'll go back and have a good sleep after Suemitsu is done. The black-haired man was drowsy sitting on the speedboat, but he still kept his eyes wide open and put on a serious expression, pretending to be concerned about Matsuo Kazushi's situation like the two people next to him.

Fortunately, the two reliable teammates focused all their attention on the helicopter and did not notice that he was seriously trying to fish in troubled waters.

Okiya Subaru stood on the speedboat, his dark green eyes locked on the black helicopter hovering in the sky like an eagle, and the voices of several people on the plane were in his ears.

In front of him, Edogawa Conan pressed a switch on the frame of his glasses, and the sound from the headphones was played out. It was not loud, but it was loud enough for the three people present to hear.

"Mr. Suemitsu, don't worry. With our two hostages here, the police will not let this helicopter leave."

"We... two hostages?" Suemitsu Sosuke emphasized the quantifier, as if he was a little surprised that the other party was still pretending.

"Of course, Mr. Suemitsu seems to be wary of me all the time? I am really just an innocent collector who was affected."

"Will an innocent collector who was affected insert viruses into the communication devices of all passengers during the security check on board?" He frowned, his tone a little irritated.

"Sorry, that was also threatened by them. Maybe the police will find a threatening letter in my office drawer later?" Matsuo Kazushi said, and couldn't help showing a playful smile on his face, "A collector who had to let his bodyguard tamper with the passengers' equipment because of threats should not be questioned too much? And there is absolutely no other evidence."

Suemitsu Sosuke breathed out.

This is what he fears the most. Without any evidence, the exhibition box with the secret compartment is destined to sink into the sea with the ship. The guy is cunning as hell. As long as he catches a loophole, he will try his best to get out. Although he has the USB drive, he can't escape the crime on it.

But he doesn't want Matsuo Kazushi to get away with what is not on the USB drive, such as the illegal transaction of goods on the cruise ship.

"Matsuo Kazushi." He closed his eyes and said coldly, "Put away your hypocritical expression. There are no other spectators here. It's disgusting. I don't want to vomit in the cabin."

Matsuo Kazushi's gentle smile froze on his face.

"......Mr. Suemitsu, do you want to see what it's like outside?" He asked without giving the other party a chance to answer. He directly reached out and pulled open the helicopter's sunshade, revealing a transparent glass window. "You don't seem to know the situation of the ship." I

really don't want to pay attention to him.

The guy probably thought that he didn't know that the ship had exploded, and he was confident that no one had found the USB flash drive. He wanted to see his reaction after discovering that the USB flash drive and the ship were engulfed in fire.

However...

Suemitsu Sosuke raised the corner of his mouth under the cover of the light and quickly put it down. His other hand was hidden in his sleeve, and a recorder appeared in his palm, perfectly hidden in the black cloth.

The man took advantage of the obstruction of the loose clothes and put the already opened recorder in the secret pocket on the inside of his coat.

There aren't many ways to get this guy to talk, but he happens to know one of them.

Since he wants to see it, I'll show him.

Matsuo Kazushi watched with satisfaction as the man's pupils suddenly shrank after he saw the ship in flames.

He couldn't help but move closer, and even leaned his head against the glass window of the helicopter, feeling the cold and hard touch of the glass with his forehead. The

black coat was wrapped tighter by Suemikatsu Sosuke, as if it was very cold. The man's whole frail body was trembling slightly, and a hand slowly stretched out from the wide cuffs.

He was still wearing black gloves, the cloth that was close to his skin outlined the protruding bones of his hands, and his palms were pressed against the glass through this thin layer of cloth, his fingers moved slightly, rubbing the smooth surface of the glass.

The sky was gradually getting darker, and the heavy dark clouds blocked all the afterglow of the sunset. Before anyone could react, the night fell quietly. In the dimness, the huge cruise ship devoured by the flames was even more eye-catching.

Human eyes are indeed more suitable for reflecting firelight than any other reflective objects. The original color of Suemitsu Sosuke's eyes had long been unclear, and was stained into a deeper black by the night, while the fire burning on the sea surface was jumping in his eyes, as if it was about to jump out of his eyes and swallow the man together.

The explosion would give him some very bad associations, and later in countless midnight dreams, it transformed into a switch for rebellion. As long as this switch was turned on, everything would fall apart.

The next second after seeing the fire, the sound of wind and crying brought by the whizzing bullets came together. The continuous explosions made people's ears hurt. Suemitsu Sosuke tilted his head slightly, and his black hair brushed against his ears, which made him feel a slight itch. He then realized that the severe pain in his eardrum was probably psychological, not traumatic.

Trauma can be repaired, but psychological pain is endless. The man frowned and shrank a little into his chair because of the auditory hallucinations that came from watching the explosion scene.

The memories of the past were like a thick and dense black tide, which was pushed ashore again and again by the storms at sea. He, a bird with broken wings, could only lie on the beach, being caught by the tide that would surge again at any time, suffocating in the airtight mucus.

However, the tide always left when the bird finally saw the dawn of death, playing a cheap and mean joke.

The voices in his ears gradually faded away, and Suemitsu Sosuke vaguely saw his reflection in the glass window. He slowly exhaled, spitting out the black emotions that had been surging in his chest since he saw the explosion, leaving a small piece of mist on the glass.

The mist blurred the reflection on the window, and he finally noticed belatedly that Matsuo Kazushi was still waiting for a reply.

The black-haired man's back slumped slightly, as if he had lost all his strength. He subconsciously took a defensive posture, folding his arms and curling up in the seat. His clothes rippled because of his body shaking constantly. He bit his lower lip tightly, as if he was trying desperately to control his body shaking, but it was useless.

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The killing index card, which would expire in half an hour, was still working diligently. There

was a pungent smell of cigarettes coming from the side. Suemitsu frowned and told the other party to get out of the way in his usual tone of dissatisfaction, but he was interrupted by a cough before he could finish the last word.

The violent coughing caused an abnormal blush to appear above the man's cheeks, which was not clear in the dark.

"Sorry." Matsuo Kazushi, who was holding a cigarette, smiled and waved his hands, apologizing insincerely. He put out the cigarette in his hand and threw it on the ground.

"Fire is really a wonderful work of art." Matsuo Kazushi was sitting next to him. After throwing the extinguished cigarette on the ground, he walked over and pretended to take a look at the burning ship outside. There was

a smile in his voice, "Isn't it?" Suemitsu Sosuke chuckled, "Yes, no matter what kind of secrets can be hidden."

"Those dirty, filthy, disgusting things..." His hand was still pressed against the glass window, and his eyes were covered with a layer of light. From Matsuo Kazushi's perspective, it looked like he was covered with tears.

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Suemitsu Sosuke gritted his teeth, and the end of his words was accompanied by an unconcealed tremor, as if something in his soul that supported him to live disappeared along with the fire. He turned his head to the side, unwilling to look out again.

"Don't you want to look anymore? Mr. Suemitsu seems to be afraid of the explosion?"

The person huddled in the seat was shrouded in a heavier shadow. He raised his head in a daze, only to find that Matsuo Kazushi had already gotten down from his seat and stood in front of him.

Matsuo Kazushi pressed the button, and the sunshade fell again, blocking the fire outside, and the helicopter returned to darkness. Only the cockpit controlled by the short-haired woman and another person was still glowing faintly.

"Get out of the way!"

Suemitsu Sosuke turned his head, as if he wanted to retreat, but the back of the chair blocked all his escape routes. He knitted his eyebrows together, trying to show a very ferocious expression, but the other party suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward.

The man did not intend to pull him down from the chair, but said in a smiling voice, "You are shaking."

The man with dark red eyes was indeed shaking all over. It was obvious that the impact of the explosion just now had not completely subsided. His body was covered by loose clothes, and it could not be seen without careful observation, but after his wrist was grabbed by the man and pulled in front of him, the shaking of his hand could not be hidden.

"Why is Mr. Suemitsu afraid of explosions..." Matsuo Kazushi laughed a few times in a joyful and strange way, "Because of this?"

"Let go!" Suemitsu Sosuke struggled in vain, trying to get rid of the other party's restraint. At the end of the words, he couldn't help but swear, and the tone of his voice changed slightly, "Get away!"

The other party obviously ignored him.

The black gloves that had been worn on his hands were slowly taken off by the other party.

The glove was given too much meaning by the wearer. More than a month of struggle in the ward, countless awakenings in the middle of the night, continuous nightmares, various psychotropic drugs with strange smells... All the pain was covered by this thin layer of cloth.

When this fig leaf was pulled off, Suemitsu Sosuke even had the shudder of someone peeling off his outer shell, exposing his sensitive and twisted soul, and being looked at closely with malicious intent.

The man's left hand was just a little thin, with obvious blue blood vessels distributed on the lifeless pale skin, but the right hand whose wrist was pinched by Matsuo Kazushi was obviously different.

The large area of ​​horrible burns made this hand look completely different from the left hand. The skin showed a strange reddish-brown color, as if the skin was directly peeled off to reveal the flesh inside. There was a long and narrow scar across the palm of the hand, and it was not difficult to see that the old wound was very deep, as if the entire palm was about to be cut off.

"Can you still shoot?" Matsuo Kazushi stroked the scar, his eyes crushing the terrifying skin of his right hand inch by inch, wanting to crush the dignity and the appearance that the man in front of him was trying hard to maintain. "No, you will tremble when you see a gun now, right?"

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He pulled out a pitch-black pistol from his waist, pointed it at the man's forehead, and was satisfied to see the other's pupils shrink and the trembling getting more and more intense.

The man's finger was on the trigger, and he exerted a little force.

His eyes never left the other's eyes, almost greedily absorbing the pain and struggle surging inside.

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Just before the bullet was about to be fired from the muzzle, Suemitsu Sosuke's eyes dimmed a little bit, he squeezed out a laugh from his throat, and all the tremors in his body disappeared.

"Shoot." He said, and the sound was squeezed out of his throat together with the laugh, very light. "That's it, let's end it."

In the dark red eyes, the storm caused by Matsuo Kazushi's words just now disappeared completely, and it became a calm dark red sea again, even darker than before, dull and suffocating.

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Matsuo Kazushi looked unhappy.

His finger moved off the trigger.

At the same time, on the sea surface hundreds of meters below, when the voice of "Let's end it" with the crackling sound of electricity came from the earphone, the man wearing glasses suddenly opened his eyes, his dark green pupils full of astonishment, "It's him?"

Edogawa Conan was probably jumping in a hurry because of the movement above, his heart was in his throat, fearing that the man who had met him a few times and whom he had suspected for a long time was really shot through the forehead. After hearing what Okiya Subaru said, the little boy turned around and asked, "What?"

"Have you, Mr. Subaru, met Mr. Suemitsu?" Tsukiyama Asari was also stunned for a moment like Edogawa Conan before asking.

"I've met him before. He was the captain of SAT's second team in a transnational cooperation case." Subaru Okiya said succinctly, as if he had not yet recovered from the shock, "He... has changed a lot."

In fact, it's better to say that he has become a different person rather than a lot.

Before Akai Shuichi went undercover in the Black Organization, he participated in a crackdown on a transnational criminal organization. One of the parties sent by Japan was SAT. He met with the other party several times at the training ground and meetings at the headquarters.

At that time, Suemitsu Sosuke had short hair that could not even touch his eyes for the convenience of movement, and wore formal suits in meetings. When it was his turn, he could always quickly plan a battle strategy, and looked like the most boring and serious leader.

The headquarters' only beverage vending machine is located in the training ground on the underground floor. Every afternoon when Shuichi Akai goes to buy coffee, he can see the man who was pretending to be serious in the morning training with his teammates in the middle of the training ground.

It's called training, but in fact it's just a few people fighting in the middle. Whoever wins can order others to serve him food. The man took off his formal suit and put on sportswear that is easy to move, revealing his tight and explosive muscles.

He is always the last one to stand up. He lifted his clothes to wipe the sweat off his face amid the others' scolding with laughter, and laughed while being hugged by the neck by the others who finally got up from the ground. Several close-knit special police gathered together and laughed loudly.

The deputy captain with a buzz cut was his partner. They were the only ones to go on missions that couldn't be assigned to too many people. Shuichi Akai had seen the deputy captain put on the black coat after training countless times. He was full of

energy and spirit.

If he had to describe it, these four words would probably be the only ones that could summarize the impression that man left on him.

It had been so long, and that man was so dazzling at that time, that when Okiya Subaru saw Suemitsu Sosuke again, he just felt that he looked familiar.

His appearance and clothes were familiar, but he was completely different from the person who appeared in his memory.

This captain always liked to say "over" to the intercom after the mission was over. His hoarse voice due to the intense movement during the mission was very similar to the voice of that person in the helicopter just now. Shuichi Akai suddenly pulled out the captain's name from his too long memory.

Suemitsu Sosuke.

The special police who was once so dazzling has become like this, no wonder he has never recognized him.

"SAT?!" Conan Edogawa raised his voice, and his expression looked even more shocked than him.

The Special Assault Unit of the First Security Division, responsible for counter-terrorism and hostage rescue.

"But he...why did he come alone to see Matsuo...is Matsuo related to that and him?"

Akai Shuichi frowned and did not answer his question directly. He just took out his mobile phone. It was much easier to deal with after knowing that the signal could not be received because of the virus. In less than a moment, the man restored the communicator to normal. His fingers tapped quickly on the screen. When he finally found what he was looking for, his brows locked even tighter.

"...probably because of this."

Edogawa Conan looked over and saw an excerpt from an official news in July.

[On the early morning of July 12, all 148 workers trapped in the pharmaceutical factory were rescued. There were 14 criminal gang members in total, 3 of whom were killed on the spot, and the rest have been captured... Six of the seven members of the second team died, and one was seriously injured. We express our condolences.]

The little boy looked up at Subaru Okiya in a daze.

The latter did not reply, but slid his finger down, pulled the page to the bottom, and motioned him to continue reading.

There was a photo of Kazushi Matsuo there.

[Mr. Matsuo was visiting the pharmaceutical factory for business investment when the incident happened. He expressed his gratitude to the special police who risked their lives to save the hostages. If it weren't for them, there would be no peace and tranquility in Japan.

]

The famous collector in the photo, who was mourning with his head bowed in grief, had a completely different look. The mental pleasure of forcing the proud policeman into that state suddenly came to an abrupt end when it was about to reach its peak because of Suemitsu Sosuke's sudden change of attitude. The man's face was distorted by the overwhelming anger and dissatisfaction.

"Mad man." Suemitsu Sosuke stared at him with his dead eyes and commented calmly.

"Is this the end?" Matsuo Kazushi repeated the man's words in a twisted voice, like a real madman, grabbing the man's hair, which was even darker in the dark, and forcing him to move closer to him, "It seems that you have completely let go of these things, Mr. Suemitsu."

Malice surged in his chest, and the collector couldn't help but want to say more vicious curses, open the man's bloody wound again, watch him scream and ask him to shut up, and strangle his throat with his own hands when he was most painful and unwilling.

Why can you be so calm?

Matsuo Kazushi questioned the other party fiercely in his heart, staring into the quiet dark eyes, wishing to tear Suemitsu Sosuke's face, which had returned to peace, into pieces.

He dragged the man off the table and chair, threw him to the ground, and then opened the door of the helicopter.

The cold wind instantly poured into the cabin from outside, blowing up Suemitsu Sosuke's slightly long black hair.

"Hey--" The short-haired woman who was controlling the helicopter turned her head because of the continuous movement behind her and shouted loudly, trying to stop the man's behavior. "

Shut up!" Matsuo Kazushi's roar blocked her unfinished words in her throat. She could only turn her head angrily and change the direction of the helicopter, facing the door towards the burning cruise ship, so as to prevent the search and rescue boat full of police from peeking into the movement inside through the wide-open door.

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"Watch it for me!" He squatted beside Suemitsu Sosuke, holding the handrail of the helicopter door with one hand to prevent himself from falling, and grabbed the other's hair with the other hand, forcing him to stick most of his head out of the door and look at the blazing flames on the sea. "Did you see it? The USB drive is gone. The things you spent half a year looking for are a joke!"

The man turned his head and looked at him, ignoring the dense pain on his scalp, his eyes bursting with almost boiling hatred and pain.

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"Waste." The man's painful expression obviously brought unexpected satisfaction to Matsuo Kazushi. He forced a smile, "How does it feel to be unable to walk?"

Because the other party was lying on the ground, he easily touched the middle of the other party's lower back with his fingertips. "I shot the bullet that penetrated your spinal nerves and turned you into a waste that even had difficulty living. As for the dust explosion, I had people prepare in advance...

The person who killed his companion disguised himself as my bodyguard and mixed in with the rescued people. How does it feel to be at large until now? After all, the final investigation result is that there are only 14 members in the criminal gang."

He let out a smile from his throat, "And they, your teammates, were blown to pieces? Captain Suemitsu?"

Suemitsu Sosuke's dark red eyes widened in vain, as if he saw something else and was slightly absent-minded. He finally broke free from the other's hand, raised his head and gasped for breath. He tore out a barely audible curse from his throat, and his eyes finally became wet.

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Matsuo Kazushi laughed heartily, "Captain. Last time you didn't stop me and those 'bodyguards' from coming out of the Metropolitan Police Department. This time...

okay, okay. I hid the illegal drugs in the secret compartment under the gem box and let them pretend to be gem robbers to take them, but... Captain, you are almost dead."

"If you die in the sea with the secret in your heart like that USB flash drive, I will definitely mourn you in the media interviews." He leaned down, leaned close to the man's ear and whispered, "On the helicopter, the robbers threw the other hostage into the sea because of his vicious words, the poor Mr. Suemitsu Sosuke."

He was about to reach out and grab the man's clothes and throw the man out of the helicopter, but before his fingers touched the other's clothes, laughter was suddenly heard.

Suemitsu Sosuke lay on the ground on his side, his hair messed up by the sea breeze, half of his face blocked. He laughed muffledly, and waited until he finished laughing before speaking, "Matsuo, I never thought I would meet you in that banquet hall."

"...I also didn't expect that you still had the energy to recall this at this time." The distorted expression on Matsuo Kazushi's face froze, and he only said, "Is the next thing a will?" "

Ah, I guess so. I hope you can listen carefully."

He smiled and lifted his hair, his dark red eyes finally fully exposed, staring straight at the other person.

"That day I went to the Beika Hotel to find Officer Nagasawa and told him I was coming to this cruise ship, and to pay attention to check the mail." The dark red eyes were no longer painful, only a faint smile, "My recorder will automatically transfer every recorded file back to the computer for backup. Before I left, I also installed a small automatic email program on the computer...

Guess now, have you just said something that is lying in your mind? In his mailbox."

In the blank expression of astonishment on the other party's face, Suemitsu Sosuke pulled out a recorder hidden in his coat pocket and held it in front of the man, with a very sarcastic arc on his lips, and said word by word, "Idiot."

The moment the last word fell, he used his upper body to prop himself up from the ground, snatched the pistol from Matsuo Kazushi's hand, and accurately shot at the man who was not driving the helicopter next to the cockpit, and the bullet passed through the man's forehead.

"You seem to have some misunderstanding about my physical condition?"

He sneered, and with the force of his arms, he changed the posture of the two people just now, and slammed Matsuo Kazushi to the ground. He dodged all the bullets fired by the short-haired woman in the gap of the helicopter, but the collector lying on the ground was not so lucky. The bullets from his companions shot through his arms and hands, making him scream meaninglessly.

The blood instantly soaked the opponent's clothes.

The pain of being shot by bullets had not yet dissipated, and Matsuo Kazushi was hit hard on the face. The huge force directly knocked his nose crooked, and blood instantly overflowed from it. Before the man could catch his breath, the next fist swung over, as if to smash his face.

"What confidence do you have that you can beat me?" Suemitsu Sosuke sneered, grabbing the opponent's collar with his empty hand, and the reddish-brown burn marks on his clenched fist were quickly covered by the blood flowing from the opponent's nose and mouth.

He looked down at the man's face that was beaten to a mess, and his hands never stopped moving. Even when the short-haired woman fired another bullet at him that went off track, he grabbed Matsuo Kazushi's arm to catch

it. The man opened his mouth and screamed. His front teeth had been broken, and only blood could be seen. He showed an extremely angry and fearful look, as if he saw that the building he built with his own hands was fake from the foundation, and finally collapsed completely in the end.

Suemitsu Sosuke grabbed the opponent's hair with his other hand in revenge, and pulled his upper body up from the ground.

"You think I'm weak now? Even if my legs are paralyzed, I can still beat you, a perverted scum, into a cripple!"

After saying that, he punched Matsuo Kazushi in the eye viciously again, and knocked the man who had just been pulled up by the hair back to the ground.

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Suemitsu: You didn't expect it, I was pretending to be w

Conan/Shuiichi:...My fist is hard, scum, give me your life!

Asari (following): My fist is hard! (Actually secretly yawning)

The eavesdropping device turned the helicopter into Sumitsu's live broadcast room. The audience in the live broadcast room: Conan/Shuiichi/Forum/Asari (AFK)

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