The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

In the cold submarine control room, gin, vodka, bourbon, Kiel, Curacao, and Belmode stared at the sonar screen at the same time.

When the torpedo signal response disappeared from the screen, but the Pacific buoy still existed, the murderous look in Gin's eyes became visibly colder.

"Lured away by a decoy bomb?" Vodka asked.

However, when he asked, no one in the control room answered.

The atmosphere in the air is somewhat solemn.

"Belmod, what's going on?"

"Aren't the decoy bombs unable to be fired?"

Gin turned his head and glanced at Belmode behind him with cold eyes.

Belmod glanced at the laptop in front of him and tried to control it a few times, but the screen display was locked.

"It should be like this, but it seems that the other side took back control and cut off the back door..."

The unexpected situation caused Gin's eyes to narrow slightly, and his gaze became even colder and more terrifying.

Now we can only use torpedoes to consume the bait bombs on the Pacific buoy and see which side consumes them first.

But there's another surefire way to destroy a Pacific buoy...

At this time, the phone in Gin's pocket suddenly vibrated.

He took out his phone and looked at the text message on it, his dark green pupils suddenly narrowing.

The next second, he turned around and suddenly took out his pistol, pointing the gun at Bourbon's head.

"Bourbon, you are the mole!"

"What?!"

Everyone in the control room looked shocked, looking at Gin with his gun pointed at Bourbon in surprise.

"Gin, what are you doing?" Belmode asked in surprise.

Kiel, Curacao, and Vodka were also stunned for a while.

Gin explained expressionlessly: "I just received intelligence from Binga. He said that someone on the Pacific buoy suddenly asked to check the sonar system."

"This shows that there is a traitor among you who has leaked our plan."

"And among you, only Bourbon left my sight for a few seconds just now..."

As the words fell, Gin's finger on the trigger gradually became stronger.

Bourbon's eyes were fixed on the black muzzle of the gun, and a few drops of nervous sweat flowed from his forehead.

At such a close distance, even if you want to avoid it, it is impossible.

At this critical moment, the lights on the ceiling suddenly went dark, leaving only the faint light from the indicator light on the console in the entire control room.

The sudden change in the light environment allowed Bourbon to seize the opportunity and run towards the control room in a flash.

Gin also reacted quickly and threw away the muzzle of the gun, but several shots only hit the inner steel shell of the control room, making a "clang" sound.

"Bourbon..."

Gin gritted his teeth, the deep sound coming from his throat not hiding any hint of hatred.

Immediately afterwards, the submarine's emergency power supply system began to operate, and the light returned to the control room.

"There are still his accomplices in the submarine!"

"Vodka, Kir, Curaçao, Belmode, follow me to deal with them!"

Gin took the lead and chased out of the control room with a pistol in hand.

Vodka is a close second.

Kiel and Curacao secretly exchanged glances.

Although Curaçao only had one eye left, Kil also understood what she meant, which was to obey Gin first.

Belmode walked at the back and also left the control room.

Inside the submarine, Bourbon ran forward along the dark and cramped passage.

He did not expect that there was an undercover agent of the organization hidden inside the Pacific buoy, and he had insight into the fact that someone on the submarine was tipping off the information.

Now that his identity has been exposed, there is no room for redemption.

The only way is to try to play a "lone wolf spy" who struggles desperately before death, so as not to hinder Gere and Curacao who have not yet exposed their identities to the greatest extent.

Bourbon held a pistol in his right hand, ready to confront and exchange fire with the people of the organization at any time. He struggled until the last moment and then shot himself with a "glory bomb."

Just when Bourbon was thinking this, a pair of big hands suddenly stretched out from beside him and pulled him into the corner.

He wanted to struggle, but the force was surprisingly strong.

"Shh...it's me..."

Bourbon glanced to the side and behind, and saw a familiar face.

"Qin?"

Bourbon's pupils dilated, and he lowered his voice and asked in shock: "How did you get on this ship?"

"Sneaked in..."

Qin Zhibo replied with useless nonsense, and then asked Bourbon if anyone besides him came to check the power supply.

This confused Bourbon because he thought Qin Zhibo had just created a power outage specifically to save him.

The two briefly exchanged information, and Qin Zhibo learned that there were organized spies in the Pacific buoy, which led to the revelation of Bourbon's tip.

"is that so……"

Qin Zhibo squinted his eyes slightly and thought quickly in his mind.

Gin just launched an attack on the Pacific buoy without hesitation.

This shows that the "Binga" himself was either a dead soldier, or he became the victim of Gin without knowing it.

And Gin's mission is to destroy the Pacific buoy. This should be a very simple mission. Why do he have to bring so many organizational cadres with him personally?

And to destroy a fixed target, why isn't the submarine equipped with a direct-sail torpedo that is easier to succeed?

Suddenly, Qin Zhibo thought of a possibility.

"Go back with me quickly!"

Qin Zhibo ducked out of the corner and ran along the passage to the control room.

Bourbon instinctively froze for a moment, and just when he wanted to ask why, Qin Zhibo had already run several meters away.

The two ran back to the control room along the passage, only to find that the submarine soldiers in the control room had been killed, and the submarine had been set to automatic navigation mode.

And the ultimate goal of navigation was the Pacific buoy!

"Damn it! Sure enough, this is his goal!"

Qin Zhibo cursed, walked forward and pulled the bodies of the submarine soldiers on the seats one by one.

Bourbon looked at the situation in the control room and was shocked and stunned.

"What's going on..."

"This is a trap."

Qin Zhibo operated with both hands skillfully, and said: "The boss of the organization wants to use this submarine to get rid of the Pacific buoy and you at the same time..."

"Send a message to Kiel and Curacao quickly. If only the two of them are together, it can prove that my guess is correct."

Qin Zhibo's hands operated on the complex control interface, like an elegant pianist.

Originally, he didn't know how to drive a submarine.

But through the investigation of the bodies of these submarine soldiers, he quickly mastered the basic skills of driving a submarine.

The skill that the dead submariner revealed was ship driving, including submarines.

Coupled with the bonus of general proficiency points, Qin Zhibo was almost a novice in ship driving in the last second, and the next second he grew into an old sailor with at least 20 years of ship driving experience.