Corpse collector in Conan

In the chaos of the collapse, Shuichi Akai suddenly jumped back and kicked his feet on the edge of the car, barely avoiding a direct impact.

He held up a wall and rolled to the ground in a slightly embarrassed state. During this period, he felt something was wrong and raised his hand to wipe his face, only to find that his half-finished disguise had been shaved off, revealing his original appearance.

Akai Shuichi: "..." Not good.

Although his FBI status can prevent him from being arrested and jailed, it does not mean that the Tokyo police are willing to support him to cause trouble everywhere. If he continues like this, he will be on the other party's blacklist sooner or later. In addition, the organization lurking in the darkness is also staring at him, so he cannot be careless.

Although he was full of doubts about the car accident that occurred on the second floor, Shuichi Akai's extraordinary mobility prevented him from wasting too much time due to doubts.

He picked up the old man who was stunned by the car accident, ignored the kidnapper lying on the ground, and turned around to leave the dangerous building.

But at this moment, Akai Shuichi's eyes froze, and his solemn gaze fell on the door.

——A first-grade child stood there like a god of war, with the watch on his wrist turned open and a football under his feet. His sneakers seemed to glow with electric light and sizzled.

Instantly, a strong sense of crisis enveloped Akai Shuichi.

He followed his instinct and leaned over suddenly. At the same time, Conan had a villain-like sneer on his lips and kicked the football hard.

The strong football was almost flattened into a thin slice by the huge kick, and then rushed out with terrifying force, streaking towards Akai Shuichi like a meteor.

After kicking the ball, Conan breathed a sigh of relief. Countless experiences in the past told him that no prisoner could escape this blow of justice. Next, he would see the guy sent by the mastermind fall to the ground, and then...

The thought was just halfway through when Conan was suddenly stunned.

——In the flash of lightning, the tall man with a ferocious temperament suddenly bent his waist and used terrifying reflexes beyond ordinary people to avoid the roaring football.

The football drew an arc through the air, hit the ceiling, fell to the ground, then bounced up again, hitting a black figure that had just crawled out of the ruins with a thud. The black figure was knocked from the second floor with a squeal. Go down.

Conan's eyes were attracted by Akai Shuichi, and when he heard the noise, he realized that the football missed the ball and hit another person.

However, the person present was not only the kidnapper but also the mastermind behind the scenes. He didn't care. When the attack failed, he quickly raised his wrist and aimed at Akai Shuichi with the best sight of his wrist while sweating.

Akai Shuichi found that there was an inexplicable person behind him, and that person seemed to have climbed out of the flying car.

He originally wanted to take a look, but his attention was immediately attracted by Conan's strange watch with a crosshair.

The intuition brought about by countless life-and-death struggles told him that the danger came more from in front of him than from the outside, from this elementary school student.

Akai Shuichi made a prompt decision, put down the old man he was carrying, and rushed towards Conan. Although he wanted to explain that he was not a bad person, this very independent elementary school student probably wouldn't listen. In this case, he had to disarm the other party first, so as not to avoid the consequences of last night. After the bad experience, he continued to capsize on elementary school students.

…

When two silver bullets collided fiercely.

Outside the building.

Jiang Xia held the awning with his hands and looked up at the shabby second floor. He also looked at the vodka that rolled down to the ground after falling to the carport. He sighed with emotion: "It's really intense..."

He walked over and picked up a few strands of ice cream that Vodka had dropped during the critical moment. Then he straightened them out and put them away while poking his fallen colleague with a worried look on his face: "Are you okay? Can I call an ambulance for you?"

"*￥% # ..." The vodka fall caused his back and waist to ache, but what was even more injured was his spirit: and he thought he was going to escape from death soon, but he didn't expect that he would be "ascended to heaven"... This, this is contempt for the organization and Brother Gin!

He whispered angrily and angrily: "You actually don't take Brother Gin seriously!"

Uzo's face was full of "Don't make trouble unreasonably." He repeated the email: "'You must ensure that Vodka gets into the car and leaves without any serious problems, and leaves your sphere of influence safely'... Which one was not done? Or, Are you very dissatisfied with Gin's order? If so, I can convey it to you."

Vodka: "..."

...It's obviously you who took advantage of the loophole in Brother Gin's words and actually twisted it into saying that I am dissatisfied with him. Do you still have a conscience and martial ethics?

...well, he didn't.

Vodka dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. After the pain of falling from the second floor just now, his rationality returned a little.

He took a deep breath and decided to be patient like a mature cadre. He gritted his teeth and said, "If nothing happens, I'll leave."

"Go." Jiang Xia waved to him, "Goodbye."

Vodka: "..." Who wants to meet you next time?

He originally wanted to say "Farewell!" in an aggressive manner, but he was worried that Uzo would suddenly be kind enough to help him realize his wish.

In the end, the experienced Wu scholar decided to say less and make less mistakes. He pretended to be mute, picked up the briefcase he had just pulled out before falling from the building, and trotted away in pain.

On the way, Vodka belatedly remembered something.

"Why do I feel that the tall man in the room with his back to me looks familiar?"

Vodka touched his chin and suddenly realized the problem: "If what just happened was a stage, then I seem to be just an unlucky tool who was dragged to be a big pendulum... I am a cadre who is only qualified to be a tool? What Uzo was targeting today Who is that unlucky guy?"

His intuition told him that this matter was very important - it might be related to how he should go back and complain to his elder brother.

…

After the vodka is gone.

Jiang Xia took a look at the dilapidated old building in front of him, found the stairs and walked up without any further delay.

As soon as they reached the stairs, a figure appeared in the smoke and dust in the corridor.

Jiang Xia put on a vigilant look, turned around and saw Akai Shuichi walking towards here carrying the fainted old man in one hand and Conan, who was struggling but to no avail, in the other hand.

Jiang Xia: "..." It seems that the large "Silver Bullet" is still better at the moment.

Conan's short short legs were unable to kick anyone, and the anesthesia needle in his anesthesia watch was empty. At this time, he returned to the state that a weak primary school student should have.

While struggling, Conan looked up and saw Jiang Xia. Conan was shocked, as if he had foreseen his fate of becoming a hostage. He immediately said seriously: "Leave me alone, run! This guy is very dangerous!"

Hearing this, Jiang Xia looked at Akai Shuichi, who had lost his disguise, and his expression suddenly became solemn. He muttered something secretly: "Why is it you..."

Then his eyes fell to the office behind him, as if looking for someone, "Where is Mr. Green Light?"

Akai Shuichi: "..." Green light? My pseudonym is clearly Midoriyama...