Violence supervision in Conan

Chapter 589 The Final Choice: Is Curaçao Dead?

Gunshots echoed through the warehouse.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

A moment.

When time resumes its flow...

Tick-tock! Tick-tock!

Bright red blood dripped continuously, instantly turning the ground mottled.

The muzzle was still shrouded in lingering smoke, and the red-hot barrel proved that a deadly bullet had just been fired from there!
A muffled groan was heard, followed by the sound of something hitting the ground.

Curaçao clutched his bleeding right hand, the gun in his hand already fallen to the side.

Across from him, Binga held up his gun, a cold smile playing on his lips, as if he had expected this: "Is this your choice, Curaçao!"

"Choose to betray the BOSS!"

"It seems the boss was right to suspect you!"

Curaçao looked grim.

Just at the critical moment, she suddenly turned the gun around.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Curaçao finally understood his true feelings and chose to follow his heart.

Therefore, she did not shoot Ayumi, but instead prepared to shoot Binga to rescue the three little ones.

Unexpectedly, Binga seemed to have been prepared, and before she could pull the trigger, he raised his gun and fired first. The bullet grazed her palm and accurately knocked the pistol out of her hand.

Although Curaçao had only suffered minor injuries, she was immediately put on the defensive by Binga, who was aiming at her, and was unarmed.

Faced with Binga's questioning, Curaçao gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Now that she has made her choice, there is nothing more to argue about.

"Actually, I'm glad you made such a stupid choice."

Binga sneered at Curaçao, "Because this way, I'll have a reason to kill you!"

"The boss's probing was completely unnecessary. I'd rather just kill you!"

Curaçao gritted his teeth and said, "Binga, let those three children go, and I'll let you do whatever you want with them!"

"Tsk tsk tsk~"

Binga looked Curaçao up and down and said in a teasing tone, "This isn't like you, Curaçao. It seems you really have changed."

"Becoming indecisive and soft-hearted!"

Binga's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Someone like you is no longer fit to stay in the organization, no longer fit to be the BOSS's weapon. Today is your death day!"

"I've had enough of this life of depravity, darkness, and inhumanity!"

Curaçao clutched her wound and suddenly raised her voice, as if venting all her inner emotions.

He stared directly at Binga, his gaze showing no fear, and spoke each word clearly and deliberately.

"Haven't you had enough, Binga?!"

"Stupid woman!"

Binga sneered, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Since you're so stubborn, then die along with these three brats!"

After saying that, he pulled the trigger again without hesitation.

boom!
Flames erupted!

When Binga spoke, Curaçao had already anticipated it and quickly rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the bullet.

The bullet grazed her body and entered the wall behind her.

Binga was not surprised by this either, and continued firing without stopping.

boom!
boom!
boom!
boom!
The bullets were like the scythe of death, constantly slashing towards Curaçao.

But Curaçao was extremely agile, and almost every time he narrowly escaped death.

Seeing that the other party had repeatedly escaped, Binga's face immediately darkened.

In terms of skill, Curaçao was superior to Binga, but unfortunately, Binga had a gun, and Curaçao also had to worry about the three little ones on the ground, so he could only dodge awkwardly. For a moment, his life hung by a thread!
Seeing that Curaçao dodged several shots in a row, Binga's eyes flashed with a chilling coldness, and he instantly pointed his gun at the three little ones on the ground.

He sneered, "Since you want to protect them, then I'll kill these brats right in front of you!"

Curaçao, who was hiding behind the cover, tensed up immediately, and his face turned extremely ugly.

She understood, of course, that Binga was forcing her out, but even knowing that, she couldn't just stand by and watch the three little ones be killed.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at Genta's big head. The next second, the chubby boy who always shouted about eel rice had his head blown open and died!

A cruel smirk played on Binga's lips as he glanced out of the corner of his eye at where Curaçao was hiding.

What would you choose? That's interesting...

Binga's eyes were cold and indifferent, without the slightest pity or hesitation.

The next moment, he pulled the trigger.

Almost at the same time, a sharp wooden stick suddenly pierced the air and aimed straight at Binga's neck.

If he continues to shoot, the wooden stick will pierce his neck.

Binga, of course, wouldn't risk his life for a brat, and immediately made a dodging motion.

In that split second, a figure arrived and delivered a vicious, sharp whip kick to Binga's lower back.

Snapped!
Binga raised his hand to block it.

With a sharp shout, Curaçao twisted his hips to the side, his arm bent like a drum, and his elbow, accompanied by a whistling wind, slammed directly into Binga's temple.

Binga had to dodge and defend himself once again.

Curaçao's attack was swift as lightning, without the slightest pause. He pressed forward again, causing Binga to lose his composure for a moment, holding his gun but having no chance to fire.

In close combat, Curaçao could easily defeat Binga, since the latter couldn't even beat Ran Mouri.

Having finally seized the opportunity to get close, Curaçao was not about to let it slip by, unleashing a combo that forced Binga into a desperate retreat.

Feeling the strong winds coming at him, Binga's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

I was clearly in control of the situation, so how did I suddenly become the one getting beaten up?
boom!
Binga blocked Curaçao's kick again, shook his numb arm, and his eyes instantly turned fierce.

Taking a step back, and seizing the opportunity to dodge, Binga reached up and slashed at his waist, revealing a gleaming dagger in his hand.

Swish!
Without saying a word, Binga raised his hand and shot the dagger out.

However, the target wasn't Curaçao, which was right in front of them, but rather... the three little ones in the distance!

"mean!"

Curaçao was shocked to see this and instinctively dropped Binga and lunged forward to try and stop the dagger.

Phew!

The dagger grazed Curaçao's cheek, splattering blood.

However, with her selflessly blocking the way, the dagger lost its direction and failed to hit the three little ones.

However, Curaçao's heart sank to the bottom.

Ignoring his bleeding wound, he turned around and, sure enough, saw that Binga had already raised his gun and aimed it at him.

"Sayonara!"

Binga mouthed goodbye, his eyes filled with a mocking smugness, and then fired without hesitation.

In an instant, Curaçao had no time to dodge.

At that moment, many memories flooded her mind, some happy, some sad.

But what is more common is numbness and indifference.

Curaçao suddenly realized that since joining the organization, she had never seemed to be truly happy.

The only exception was the time I spent with the children that day.

Curaçao closed her eyes, but a relieved smile quietly bloomed on her lips.

Perhaps... it's not so bad to be free like this.

boom!
Gunshots suddenly rang out!

Blood splattered on the spot!
(End of this chapter)