Conan: Another Famous Detective

Dongdu Iron Tower, top.

Ireland climbed all the way up to a narrow platform at the top of the tower.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed Gin's number: "Hey! I'm here!"

"Yeah! We'll be there soon," Gin replied calmly.

As Gin replied, a helicopter appeared in Ireland's sight.

"Did you see us?" Gin's voice sounded.

"It's that helicopter, right? You saw it!" Ireland replied.

Gin stopped replying, and the helicopter flew towards Ireland.

About half a minute later, the helicopter hovered in the sky not far from Ireland. The bright searchlight made Ireland squint his eyes in discomfort.

"Oh? Are you still wearing this skin?" Gin's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Yes, Ireland still looks like Matsumoto Kiyonaga.

It's not that Ireland is reluctant to take off his disguise, it's just that under the current circumstances, he doesn't want to waste time by doing unnecessary things.

Hearing Gin's slightly joking words, Ireland said "cut~": "Stop talking nonsense, the police will come up to check soon when they see the helicopter coming, so leave quickly!"

"No, before that, I have to confirm that your mission has been completed." Gin said lightly: "Where is the memory card?"

"What a troublesome thing!" Ireland muttered unhappily, took out the memory card from his arms, held it in his hand and showed it under the searchlight.

On the other side, Gin was observing Ireland on the top of the tower through the electronic imaging screen on the plane.

He zoomed in and focused on the memory card in Ireland's hand.

The format of the memory card is correct and the number on the card is correct.

Gin nodded secretly in his mind, put a cruel smile on his lips, and said, "I can't see clearly, please stretch out your hand a little."

Ireland snorted and stretched out his hands.

At the same time, under the cover of the strong light of the searchlight, a sniper rifle stretched out from the helicopter's open window.

"Stretch out a little more." Gin continued to order.

Ireland's hand continued to reach out.

"Do it." Gin's voice suddenly turned cold.

Before Ireland could react...

boom!

A bullet broke through the air, penetrated the memory card, and broke it in half. Then it continued unabated and penetrated Ireland's abdomen!

"Uh!" Ireland suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his abdomen.

"Well done Tequila." Gin nodded approvingly towards Tequila who was in charge of sniping, and then finally sneered into the communicator: "Thank you for your hard work, Tequila."

"Boss?" Vodka, who was in charge of flying the plane, hesitated to speak. Didn't he say he was here to pick someone up? Why are you suddenly silenced?

"Look here." Gin adjusted the screen image.

Vodka took a look and saw two figures running up the stairs not far from the top of the tower, panting.

"The police are about to arrive. We have no time to pick him up. The result will be the same if we dispose of him together with the memory card." Gin said coldly.

"Yes! Brother!" Vodka nodded and accepted this statement.

Gin sneered in his heart, this was just an excuse to excuse Vodka.

If he really wanted to take Ireland over, he wouldn't have spent so much time with Ireland to confirm the status of the memory card.

From the moment Ireland accepted this mission, Gin had no intention of letting Ireland come back alive.

This is not only his intention, but also an order from above.

Because the memory card had been in the traitor's hands for some time, the organization's encryption measures on it were no longer safe.

Then Ireland, which handles this memory card, is also likely to obtain information about the undercover organization in the card.

And this information is definitely not something that Ireland can know.

Therefore, even though Gin speculated that Ireland had just received the memory card and would not have time to obtain the information in it, to be on the safe side, he decided to send Ireland on the road as originally planned.

The losses suffered by the organization some time ago have almost left him with a psychological shadow, and he will never allow the organization's key information to be leaked again.

No matter how small the risk is, he won't accept it!

Although this may be slightly different from the above command.

But what does it matter? At that time, all we have to do is say that the police were too fast and had no time to respond.

To a certain extent, this is true, isn’t it?

Anyway, the effect of silence is the same.

After Gin finished talking about the vodka, he looked at Ireland lying on the ground in the picture and said coldly: "Okay, let's send him on his way."

"Yes!" Tequila heard this and pointed the gun at the head of the fallen Ireland.

Ireland seemed to be aware of the crisis. He endured the pain and tried to move his body, trying to move to a nearby load-bearing pillar as a bunker.

However, it was inconvenient for him to move in this position, and with his abdominal injury, the movement became even more difficult.

Tequila's gun turned slightly and aimed again at Ireland's head.

He pulled the trigger.

boom!

Almost at the same time he pulled the trigger, Ireland's body suddenly moved quickly.

Ding!

The bullet quickly passed over Ireland's head, and the scorching air flow directly scraped off a layer of Ireland's scalp.

Fortunately, this layer of scalp was also part of the camouflage. Although it was shaved off, Ireland itself was fine, except that the ends of her hair were a little burnt.

Seeing this, Gin frowned and adjusted the picture.

A figure flashed across the screen quickly.

"Still hiding from others!" Gin's face turned gloomy instantly.

The police will arrive soon. Once Ireland falls into the hands of the police alive, there is a high probability that Ireland will rebel based on the black gun just shot!

Gin's eyes flashed coldly: "Use that one!"

"Yes!" Ford nodded and pressed a button.

Two machine guns slowly poked out from under the helicopter!

On the other side, Ireland turned his head with some difficulty and looked at the person who just helped him.

He was dressed in black, wearing a peaked cap, sunglasses and a mask on his face. He couldn't see his face at all. He could only judge from his body shape that he was probably a man.

"You...who are you?" Ireland asked with some difficulty.

"Those who think you are still valuable, move quickly if you want to survive!" A male-female voice sounded, and the man in black helped Ireland up.

He glanced in the direction of the helicopter, and his pupils suddenly shrank!

He used both hands to throw Ireland to the ground, and at the same time used his strength to roll!

The two of them just rolled upright behind a load-bearing pillar.

The sudden movement pulled at the wound, causing Ireland to let out a cry of pain.

But the man in black had no time to care about Ireland's feelings now. After hiding behind the load-bearing pillar, he rushed in one direction again and picked up something from the ground.

A blast shield!

The man in black did not hesitate and dragged the explosion-proof shield directly to the load-bearing pillar, and then stood in front of himself and Ireland.

Almost at the same time he set up the explosion shield...

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

Continuous gunfire sounded!