Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

"Brother, if you hold on a little longer, I'll drive very fast."

At the back door of the institute, Vodka was driving a Porsche 356a. His hands holding the steering wheel were trembling as he pushed open the iron door and wanted to go to the organization's hospital.

The hospital is not far from the research institute. With his driving skills, it can only take 10 minutes at most.

Gin lay silently on the passenger seat. The blood had completely stained his coat. The rich smell of blood filled the car, and even the long silver-white hair lost its luster.

There was a violent explosion behind him, followed by flames shooting into the sky. Vodka glanced in the rearview mirror and knew that the research institute had been breached, but he still ignored it and stepped on the accelerator crazily, making the classic car underneath him roar again.

"Brother, please say something. You must not fall asleep. Everything will be over if you fall asleep."

Vodka's eyes were red and he shouted crazily:

"Gin, open your eyes!!!"

Gin still didn't respond. He closed his eyes peacefully, as quiet as a dead doll.

A patch of lights suddenly appeared in front of them. At the end of the narrow road, police cars stood across the road, their lights shining brightly, blocking their way.

"Haha. Hahaha. Brother, have you seen it? Even the police officers dare to bully us now."

Seeing this scene, Vodka's heart was completely cold. He gritted his teeth. Instead of having any intention of stopping, he speeded up again:

"Come on!!!"

There was no complicated strategy or additional planning. Like a hungry wolf forced to the edge of a cliff, Vodka took the most reckless and crazy action.

He resolutely rushed towards the blockade, trying to break through the thick barrier composed of dozens of police cars. He had no time to waste. Once he stopped, he would never reach the hospital within 10 minutes.

The Porsche 356a crashed into the police car at the front with desperate momentum, but...

With a pop, a spike spanning the entire road punctured four of the Porsche 356a's tires. The car instantly lost its balance, twisted and hit a large tree nearby, and broke down instantly.

The classic car failed to turn the tide at the joint moment. Amidst the exploding airbag, Vodka was confused and his ears were ringing. He vaguely saw countless gun-toting figures surrounding the Porsche 356a. He pulled out the gun and pointed it at it without even turning on the safety. The figure pulled the trigger.

Click. Click.

The hammer would not fall at all, and the bullet would not be fired, but Vodka still continued this action mechanically. The police officers surrounding the car looked at each other, stepped forward, grabbed his pistol, and dragged him out of the car. .

"Vodka"

Perhaps because of the vibration of the air bag, or perhaps because of the flashback, Gin opened his eyes, with the reflection of red and blue police lights flashing in his pupils. He subconsciously pulled out the Beretta M92F from his waist and shot down a police officer. , shouted loudly:

"Vodka! Vodka! Where's your bomb?!"

The familiar call seemed to awaken Vodka's remaining consciousness. He had suffered a severe concussion and could not recognize external sounds at all. All actions were almost muscle reactions controlled by the subconscious. He broke away from the policeman's restraints and took out the The last plastic bomb, just waiting for the big brother's order, he will detonate it without hesitation.

But Gin suddenly fell silent. He did not continue to convey the order, and could not convey the order.

A bullet was shot from a distance and accurately hit the center of his eyebrow. Gin took a few steps back and hit the car with a thud. Looking at the figure walking towards him, his eyes gradually lost their luster.

Subaru Okiya approached with a warm pistol and tested Gin's breath:

"Target, Gin is confirmed dead."

The police officers breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense bodies finally relaxed. Regarding Gin, their number one enemy, they did not know the inside story at first. It was not until the FBI accused Gin that he was the mastermind of many unsolved cases that they realized that Gin was the mastermind. How terrible.

Now that Gin is dead, they can finally sleep well at night.

"Mr. Okiya, what should he do?"

At the reminder, Okiya Subaru turned around and saw Vodka holding a plastic bomb, standing dully on the spot, his eyes dull, and he kept mumbling something.

Raising his hand to signal the policeman to calm down, Okiya Subaru walked over and got closer to listen.

"Brother. Brother, you go first. I'll stop the note."

"Although you are loyal, you are also full of evil, Vodka."

Subaru Okiya raised his pistol and pointed it at Vodka's chest. Just as he was about to shoot, a voice suddenly came from behind:

"It is not the behavior of a gentleman to shoot an unarmed man."

"Miss Yukiko, he is not unarmed."

"It's just an explosive without a detonator. How did he detonate it? Did he use his teeth?"

Kudo Yukiko pulled a little girl shrouded in a black raincoat forward and held down the muzzle of Okiya Subaru's gun:

"He's unconscious, so what if we let him live?"

Okiya Subaru hesitated for a moment and put away the gun. Kudo Yukiko was right. Once Gin died, vodka was useless. With his wisdom, he couldn't even defeat Megure Thirteen. What did the FBI have to fear?

"They should have escaped from the research institute. We are too late."

Okiya Subaru said with a solemn expression:

"There must be enemies in the institute now. They have taken over all the information. Once we launch an attack, it will be a fierce battle, and the probability of obtaining the information is not high. It is likely to cause them to jump over the wall and have a head-on conflict. It is not worth it."

The above words were all told by Subaru Okiya to the Metropolitan Police. The real reason for not attacking the research institute was very simple. He knew that the only one who could capture the research institute quickly was Sakaki Makoto, so there was a high probability that Conan and Miyano would be there. Shiho and others, if he really leads a group of policemen to surround the research institute

How to deal with Miyano Shiho?

Will Miyano Akemi agree?

"Let's go. The rest of you will follow me to Yokosuka. I'll leave this place to you, Miss Yukiko."

"Well, be careful on the road."

Kudo Yukiko watched Okiya Subaru lead the large group of people away, and the remaining police officers also began to contact the headquarters to prepare for cleaning up the mess at the scene.

The little girl in a black raincoat walked up to Gin's body, stared at it for a while, sighed softly, climbed on the front hood of the Porsche 356a, raised her hand and slapped Vodka hard on the face.

Snap!

"Brother!"

Vodka regained consciousness a little, and his cheeks were burning with pain, but when he saw Gin's body, he screamed and his emotions collapsed instantly.

Belmode had never seen Vodka crying, his back was so sad, and his voice was full of pain, just like...

She back then.

"No use crying, vodka."

She jumped off the hood of the car, came to Vodka's side, looked at Gin who was held in his arms and said:

"He always gave his all for the organization, and he didn't care about killing people. Now the retribution has come, and he deserves this shot."

"However, you should know that the body's functions will continue to operate autonomously for a period of time after death."

"This is...your last chance."

Belmod leaned forward and whispered next to Vodka.

Vodka's body trembled and he looked at her in disbelief. Then he hurriedly searched Gin's body, and finally...

A box of red and white pills was found in his coat pocket.

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