Violence supervision in Conan

Chapter 588 Binga: Kill them and prove your loyalty to the BOSS!

An hour later, the car arrived at a pier by the sea and stopped in front of a secluded warehouse.

No one was around.

"The target is inside."

Binga gestured to the warehouse ahead.

"How many people?"

"Three."

Curaçao nodded; killing no longer aroused any tension in her.

At most, she was a little surprised by the target's identity, which required both her and Binga to work together.

But this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, so I didn't think much of it.

As Rum's subordinate, carrying out his orders is the only thing to do.

Similarly, she never imagined that Rum would harbor murderous intent towards her, nor did she have any doubts.

Binga pulled a pistol directly from under the car seat and tossed it to Curaçao.

"You take action, I'll keep watch."

Curaçao took the gun, opened the car door, and got out.

With a slight bend, he moved with practiced agility and stealth, approaching the warehouse silently.

As she observed her surroundings along the way, she was surprised to find nothing unusual.

Soon, Curaçao arrived outside the warehouse, pressed his back against the wall, and listened intently to what was happening inside.

Still, no sound came out.

A fleeting look of doubt crossed his eyes.

But Curaçao didn't think much of it. For her, this kind of experience of not valuing other people's lives or her own was already commonplace.

Isn't that how organizations work?
Darkness, cruelty, indifference...

Gathering his thoughts, Curaçao tightened his grip on the gun, then leaped up and smashed through the window!

Wow!

Amid the sound of shattering glass, Curaçao nimbly rolled to the ground, and when she got up, the muzzle of her gun was already pointed forward.

Without saying anything like "Don't move," he immediately prepared to pull the trigger.

Since we're here to kill, there's no need to dawdle; being decisive and efficient is the best approach!

It's all about professionalism!
However, just as Curaçao was about to pull the trigger, he finally saw who his target was...

boom!
Gunshots ring out!

Phew!

The bullet grazed the three young faces and embedded itself in the ground behind them.

Just a hair’s breadth!

Curaçao's eyes widened, and his arm holding the gun trembled slightly.

It was so close! Luckily, she reacted quickly and slightly shifted the gun's muzzle at the last moment, otherwise...

Looking at those three familiar faces, Curaçao's face was filled with disbelief.

"Why……"

"Why...why are they here?!"

pat!

Footsteps sounded behind him.

"Are you surprised?"

Binga's calm voice came through.

Curaçao whirled around, her expression fierce as she demanded, "Binga, what the hell are you up to?!"

"what happened?"

Binga shrugged nonchalantly. "Aren't we just completing the BOSS's mission?"

"Then why are they here?!"

Curaçao pointed at Ayumi and the other two on the ground, her gaze coldly fixed on Binga, her eyes filled with anger and murderous intent.

"Because they are our target!"

However, Binga's next words struck like a bolt from the blue, leaving Curaçao stunned in place.

"impossible!"

"Why is it impossible?" Binga's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Just because you know them?"

Curaçao snapped out of her shock, barely managing to regain her composure, and said, "But they're still children."

"so what!"

Binga scoffed, "You, Curaçao, are you going to be soft-hearted towards children?"

His expression immediately turned cold.

"The BOSS's order is to kill them. Do you intend to disobey?"

Curaçao finally sensed that something was wrong.

Glancing at the three unconscious children on the ground, Binga never expected that he would have brought them here by kidnapping, and that Rum's order was to kill them.

How could an organization kill three unimportant children for no reason?
Their only connection to the organization was... themselves!
Curaçao suddenly realized that it was all because of him!
It seems that Rum eventually found out about what happened and aroused his suspicion. Binga did this to test him.

Everything was Rum's order!

I should have thought of it earlier!
"Understood?"

Seeing the shocked look on Curaçao's face, Binga sneered.

"I don't know what you did to get the BOSS to give such an order, but as someone who is also the BOSS, I'm giving you some advice: your best option right now is to shoot these brats and prove your loyalty to the BOSS!"

Curaçao fell silent.

She understood Binga's meaning. Rum had clearly become suspicious of her, which was why he had Binga tie up the three little ones to test her loyalty.

As long as he obeys orders and kills the three little ones without hesitation, he will prove that he is still Rum's loyal lackey and will be able to regain his trust.

On the contrary...

Looking at Binga's indifferent expression, Curaçao's heart sank to the bottom.

She hadn't expected Rum to be so perceptive; before she could even show any disloyalty, Rum had already used this tactic to force her to make a choice.

Curaçao was suddenly caught in a dilemma.

She has now been forced to the edge of a cliff, and one wrong move will result in her being shattered to pieces.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't have hesitated at all, and the original her wouldn't have either.

Killing someone was nothing to her; she felt no guilt whatsoever, even though the victims were three innocent children.

She used to take Rum's orders as gospel.

however……

Curaçao couldn't help but recall that day, the time she had happily played with the children.

Those innocent, lovely faces with genuine smiles appeared before my eyes.

Looking back at the three unconscious little ones on the ground, Curaçao's face showed a struggling expression.

Binga urged her like a demon, "Curaçao, what are you still hesitating for! Do you really want to disobey the BOSS's orders?!"

Upon hearing Rum's name, Curaçao reflexively raised his gun.

With slightly trembling hands, he pointed the gun at the three little ones on the ground.

Binga's lips curled up slightly, a hint of mockery in his eyes, as if he were watching a wonderful show.

He admired the hesitation and struggle on the other person's face.

"Curaçao, don't let the BOSS down..."

The struggle in Curaçao's eyes intensified, and finally, she gritted her teeth, her gaze suddenly hardening.

Click!

Bullet loaded!

Curaçao took a deep breath and moved the gun to the area above Ayumi's forehead in the middle.

The child's innocent smile from that day resurfaced in my mind:

"Sister Orange, it's a promise, right? Let Baby Dolphin be our witness!"

Curaçao felt as if his arm was filled with cement, so heavy that he couldn't lift it. Looking at the girl's small face, her breathing was even, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep, completely unaware that her life was hanging by a thread.

My fingers were so hard they turned white and dug into my flesh.

Curaçao seemed oblivious to the pain; she turned her eyes away, as if she couldn't bear to look at the gruesome sight of Ayumi's death.

"shot!"

Binga suddenly shouted coldly!

With a heavy heart, Curaçao slammed the trigger.

boom!
(End of this chapter)