Conan Rick's Investigator

At this moment, Dr. Agasa's voice sounded in Qin Zhibo's ears.

"Mr. Qin, your phone is ringing, I picked it up..."

"The content is that there was a fire at the police hospital, and it was suspected to be caused by an organization."

This is a private message sent by Dr. Agasa in the real world, and Conan next to him can also hear it.

The expressions of the two changed at the same time and they looked at each other.

Qin Zhibo knew that he should speed up the persuasion process.

"Now that we've come to this, I won't beat around the bush."

"The organization's people are currently attacking the hospital with the goal of taking you back. After all, you know so many important secrets about the organization. There is no way they will let you leave the organization like this."

"The only way now is for you to return to the organization."

"However, this time you will no longer be alone, but will become our undercover agent."

"I'm a practical person and don't like to play the emotional card. Besides, we haven't known each other for a long time, so there's no emotional connection..."

"And what I mean by 'real' is that the organization is about to perish, and you don't have to be buried with it."

"I can't reveal too much about the details, but as long as you choose to join our camp now, I can guarantee that all the crimes you committed in the past will be forgiven."

"After the organization is destroyed, you can live openly in the sun, just like today..."

"This dream is no longer a dream, but a real reality."

Qin Zhibo spoke in a very official tone, because this was also a guarantee made to her on behalf of the official.

"Finally, I want to say that what kind of person you want to be is not decided by the organization or me."

"Your destiny can only be determined by yourself."

Listening to Qin Zhibo's words, a gleam flashed in Curacao's pair of heterochromatic eyes.

She glanced at Huibara Ai who was standing opposite her, then turned her gaze to Qin Zhibo and said seriously.

"I choose..."

……

Police Hospital, 5th floor.

Yuya Kazami held the pistol in both hands, leaning against the edge of the wall at the door, with his ear as close to the door as possible.

There was complete silence outside the door.

After the initial noise, all the patients and nurses on this floor had been evacuated.

Yuya Kazami could imagine the empty corridor outside.

It seems that my plan has worked...

Yuya Kazami felt a little relieved in his heart, relieved that he had a clear mind at the critical moment and did not be frightened by the fire and retreat rashly.

The next step is to wait for the firefighters to arrive.

But just when Yuya Kazami relaxed his vigilance, footsteps suddenly were heard in the originally quiet corridor.

clatter……

clatter……

clatter……

The sound of unhurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, not at all like someone trying to escape from the fire scene.

Even the man's footsteps were getting louder and closer!

Yuya Kazami quickly picked up the gun again, took a step back, and pointed the gun at the ward door in front of him.

A drop of nervous cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes behind the glasses were fixed on the door in front of him.

Behind him, without him noticing, the lid of the "Cocoon" cabin was slowly rising...

Chapter 1448 FBI, here we go!

clatter……

clatter……

The footsteps in the corridor were slowly approaching until they stopped at the door of the ward.

The ward was dim, and the shadows of a pair of feet were reflected on the floor through the gap under the door, just like a common scene in horror movies.

The only difference is that Yuya Kazami has a gun in his hand.

All fear comes from insufficient firepower.

But even with sufficient firepower, Yuya Kazami was still very nervous.

He was not sure whether the person standing at the door was his colleague, a nurse from the hospital, or an enemy.

This hesitation made him feel uncertain, and his finger on the trigger was unable to press.

However, he was so nervous that he did not notice that a slender figure in a hospital gown had stepped out of the opened "cocoon" behind him.

Suddenly, a sharp palm knife hit the back of Yuya Kazami's neck from behind.

Yuya Kazami was unable to react in time and fainted on the ground.

Curacao stepped barefoot over Yuya Kazami's body, glanced at his shadow on the ground, then reached out to unlock the door and opened it.

Outside the room, a man with black hair and a black windbreaker was standing there, holding a silenced pistol in his right hand, pointing it straight at the center of the eyebrows where Yuya Kazami had just stood.

At this moment, Curacao pushed open the door and walked out, with the muzzle of the gun pointed right at Curacao's forehead.

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun in front of him, Curacao's face remained unmoved.

"Scotch……"

"Curaçao, how did you get out?"

Curacao calmly explained: "I recovered my memory a long time ago, and have been waiting for a chance to escape from that..."

Scotch glanced into the ward and saw a large cocoon-shaped device in the dimness.

"what is that?"

"I don't know... maybe it's an electric shock therapy device to help restore memory."

Before Scotch Whiskey could continue to ask questions, Curacao directly avoided the gun pointed at his forehead, came to the corridor, and asked: "How did you find this place?"

“Thermal imager.”

Curacao glanced at the empty corridor and immediately understood.

"I see……"

Although Yuya Kazami had a good idea, he overlooked the fact that once all the doctors, nurses and patients in the hospital were evacuated, the people who remained in the hospital could simply use a thermal imager to scan outside and clearly identify their exact location.

At this moment, Yuya Kazami, who was lying on the ground, regained some consciousness. He struggled to straighten his head and looked out the door.

But as soon as he looked, he saw a familiar face.

"Mr. Zhufu..."

Scotch turned his head immediately as if in response to stress, his eyes slightly wrinkled.

The next second, he raised the pistol and pointed it at Yuya Kazami's head.

Seeing this, Curacao quickly asked, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Scotch Whiskey did not answer, but continued to exert force with his fingers, and the angle of the pistol trigger gradually decreased.

Just as the bullet was about to be fired from the muzzle of the silenced rifle, a large number of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the other end of the corridor.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time and saw a large group of people in suits appearing at the corner of the stairs.

"Hey! There!"

The men in suits were obviously police officers who came to provide support.

Without saying a word, Curacao ran towards another staircase.

Scotch Whiskey turned the gun around and fired several shots in the direction of several public security police officers.

Several police officers quickly hid in the adjacent ward and fired back while drawing their guns.

Pia!

Pia!

For a moment, the originally quiet corridor turned into a battlefield filled with gunfire and bullets.

Scotch followed Curacao to the corner of the stairs on this side, and the latter quickly asked where to escape next.

"above."

The two quickly rushed to the 7th floor, the top floor of the hospital, and came to the rooftop.

And in the sky, a black helicopter was hovering.

A rope ladder descended from the air and landed directly in front of the two men.

Curacao was not polite at all. He grabbed the horizontal bar of the rope ladder first and climbed up a distance barefoot, reserving a place for Scotch Whisky.

Scotch Whiskey below used firepower to suppress the police who chased to the attic, while jogging to the edge of the roof following the rope ladder.

When the rope ladder was already two meters away from the rooftop, Scotch Whiskey leaped into the air, and with his open black windbreaker, he grasped the bottom of the rope ladder firmly like a bat.

Without fire suppression, several public security police immediately rushed to the rooftop.

However, looking at the helicopter that was gradually flying away, several police officers raised their pistols and wanted to aim, but in the end they could only put their pistols down and "sigh" at the sight of the helicopter.

However, on a skyscraper under construction near the hospital, a stern-faced man stood by the wall, holding an AWM sniper rifle and aiming at the person hanging on the rope ladder under the helicopter.

The crosshairs of the scope continued to lock on Curacao's head like a padlock.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a sound suddenly came from the earphones in his ears.

"Xuichi, the operation is canceled!"

"Curacao is ours now!"

The man's eyes were startled, but he immediately adjusted the muzzle of the gun slightly downwards and locked it on the head of the man at the bottom of the rope ladder.

The black windbreaker expanded in the air currents in the air, making the target more obvious than the Curacao hanging above it.

When the helicopter flew over a building, the man suddenly pulled the trigger.

An 8.6mm Magnum bullet shot out from the muzzle and flew towards the man at the bottom of the rope ladder in a high-speed spiral.

Under the influence of the wind, the bullet's flight trajectory shifted slightly, and a crimson arc seemed to appear in the air.

And the focus of this arc is the Scotch whiskey hanging below the rope ladder, his head!

But just as the bullet was about to hit, Scotch's head suddenly shifted an inch to the side.

It was this inch of distance that caused the bullet to pass by Scotch Whiskey's ear with a whistling sound.

Scotch Whiskey just glanced at the dark skyscrapers in the distance, then raised his pistol, aimed the muzzle towards this side, and pulled the trigger.

At this moment, the man sensed the danger and immediately hid behind the concrete wall.

Two seconds later, several pistol bullets hit the wall next to the window and the concrete floor inside the window, making "crackling" sounds of bullets hitting each other.

The man's sharp brows drooped slightly, his eyes were extremely serious, staring at the bullet hitting the ground in front of him.

On the other side, when the helicopter moved away from the vicinity of the police hospital and gradually slowed down its flight speed, Curacao and Scotch were able to climb back into the helicopter cabin.

Curacao took a headset handed to him by the driver, looked at Scotch sitting opposite him and asked, "What were you shooting at?"

"A person who hides in the dark and attacks secretly."

Scotch brushed it off lightly, then looked Curacao in the eye and asked, "The text message you sent earlier wasn't fully edited. It only said the undercover agents were Stout, Aquavit, and Riesling..." "And Bourbon and Kil. Lord Rum wants to know how they're doing."

Curacao also looked Scotch in the eye and said without hesitation: "They are not undercover. At least their names are not on the list..."

Curacao didn't say anything definite, which would have made it seem suspicious.

"That's right..."