The sixth man of Conan's police academy

Chapter 189
an hour ago.

Gin, who was sitting in his car, lit a cigarette. The thick dark circles under his eyes betrayed that he had not been able to sleep for more than 24 hours. The nicotine cheered him up and continued to the location of the next mission.

Slowly blowing out a smoke ring, Gin sat in the passenger seat, took off the black leather glove on his left hand, and slid his fingertips on the screen of his mobile phone. The page stayed on the email he had sent half an hour ago and had not yet received a reply. .

"Vodka, is the phone still unable to reach you?"

Swallowing the sandwich in his mouth, Vodka raised his hand to wipe the mayonnaise from the corner of his mouth and nodded: "Yes, brother, I called again after buying the sandwich, but it still shows that it is turned off."

Members of the action team may have missions at any time. In addition to turning on flight mode on the plane, they are basically on call 24 hours a day and will not shut down their phones.

An inexplicable feeling of uneasiness came over me. Could it be that something happened to Macallan?
However, the task arranged yesterday was not difficult, and it was carried out together with Bourbon. Logically speaking, there would be no unexpected situations.As for Bourbon's mobile phone number, Gin deleted it after the last call.

Just when Gin was about to ask Vodka to retrieve Bourbon's mobile phone number from the organization's database, he unexpectedly received an email from Belmode.After reading the content of the email, a cold look flashed in his eyes. This look was caught by the vodka sitting beside him, and he was so frightened that he almost stuffed the wrapper of the sandwich into his mouth and ate it.

Who made Big Brother angry again? !Why is it that I am the only one beside my eldest brother at this time? !

"Toriyamachi 4-chome 14, head here immediately, be fast, Vodka!"

"yes, Sir!"

Vodka quickly clenched the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator to turn around to Toriya Town. He didn't know what happened, but it must be a very serious situation for his elder brother to lose his composure like this, and he dared not neglect it.

Arriving at the place mentioned by Gin, Vodka saw a woman with long curly light blond hair wearing a black motorcycle suit standing in front of this unremarkable building - it was Belmod. Shouldn't she be in the United States?Why did he appear in Toriya Town?
Gin directly pushed open the co-pilot's door, walked up to Belmod with a serious face, and asked, "Are you sure he's inside?"

"When I rushed to the scene, I saw Curacao bringing him here. Fortunately, I didn't lose him, otherwise... things might be difficult to control." Belmod changed his usual joking tone and said with a serious face.

The reason why she did not enter alone was because she was afraid that she would not be a match for Curacao. It would be terrible if the other party would do anything to get Macallan.When confronting that adult, a wrong move would give the opponent the initiative, so she had to be cautious.

"Huh, Vodka, go get the bomb in the trunk."

"yes, Sir!"

Vodka, who is full of question marks, has no idea who the "him" they are talking about is, so why is he still telling riddles at such a critical moment?I complained in my heart, but I acted quickly. I didn't forget to lock the door after putting the spare bomb in the trunk of the car.

"Brother, what do you say?"

"follow me."

Gin raised his foot and kicked open the double doors. His dark green eyes scanned the dim room. It was impossible to place the laboratory upstairs, so it had to be underground.

He walked around and observed the facilities in the house, and finally fixed his gaze on the large area carpet spread on the wooden floor of the living room.

"Vodka, move the rug."

"yes, Sir!"

Vodka's strength was so great that he easily moved the sofa and coffee table that was pressed against the carpet. Then he pulled hard to the side with his right hand, and the carpet weighing more than ten kilograms was completely lifted by him, revealing the pine floor underneath.

Belmode, who knew what Gin was thinking, took out a lighter from his pocket and helped light the cigarette that Gin took out.The entrance to the basement was successfully determined by following the flow direction of cigarette smoke.

Gin took out a dagger and stuck it in the small gap in the floor to pry it open. Sure enough, it was relatively loose, and there was a button hidden underneath.At this time, he didn't have much patience anymore. After pressing the button, he moved the floor to a size large enough for an adult to pass and walked directly down. He also ordered Vodka to come down quickly.

Looking at the closed electronic door in the basement, Gin stood there with a blank expression and smoked a cigarette. Vodka, who trotted down, knew what to do without any prompting from his elder brother. He skillfully placed the bomb and blew up the electronic door.

After the thick smoke dissipated and the situation inside was clearly seen, Gin's face became even more ugly.

After Belmode saw clearly that the white-haired young man roaring like a beast in the transparent glass cabin was Macallan, he immediately shouted loudly: "Rum, stop your behavior immediately!"

"Macallan?!" Vodka exclaimed. He didn't expect that the man with a ferocious face and red eyes was actually Macallan!

"Vermouth? Even you, Gin, are here. It's really lively. What are you making such a fuss about, I'm just conducting an experiment. If the experiment is successful, the gentleman will definitely like it."

Rum was not in a hurry, as if he knew there was nothing they could do to him, and his tone was exceptionally calm.

Gin was naturally not a good-tempered person. He quickly took out his beloved Beretta and aimed at Curacao's head, threatening in a cold voice: "Stop, or I will kill her."

"Too much anger is not good for your health." There was a smile in Rum's tone, but he soon stopped laughing because he discovered that his program had been hacked. Who could it be?

A low and aged voice came from the empty underground laboratory. If Sasashima Ritsu had any sense at all now, he would be able to tell that it belonged to that gentleman.

"Macallan is mine. Are you prepared to go against my will? Rum."

"..."

After being silent for a long time, Rum chuckled and said: "It turns out he is yours. Sorry, I thought he was just an ordinary member of the action team. Curacao, stop the experiment immediately."

"Yes, sir."

Curacao reached out and pressed the red button. He could hear the sound of the instrument being turned off, and even the door of the transparent glass cabin was opened.Ritsu Sasashima, who was still growling, seemed to have been given a sedative. His whole body was limp and unable to lift himself up, and his whole body fell into a weak state.

The moment the shackles that imprisoned his limbs were released, he fell directly backwards. If Vodka hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have had a new wound on the back of his head.

"Macallan?! Brother, this..."

Gin looked at the unconscious McCarran with a sullen face. He thought for a few seconds and said, "Take him out of here first, take off your coat and put it on him."

"yes, Sir."

Rum asked: "BOSS, in order to express my apology, there is one thing I want to report to you. This is the information Curacao found by sneaking into the FBI investigation bureau."

"Oh? You talk about it."

"The real identity of Rye, the code-named member of the Japanese action group, is the FBI investigator. He shot and seriously injured Macallan. Curacao happened to be at the scene at the time. He wanted to chase the cunning FBI, but found that Macallan was not dead, so he planned to Bring him for experiments.”

"Hmm. Then what?"

"So it's just a misunderstanding. I'm sorry, BOSS. I didn't think carefully."

"Never again, it's time to withdraw, Vermouth, Gin."

"Okay, sir."

"Yes, Boss."

Belmode glanced meaningfully at Curaçao, who was standing there motionless, and left with Gin.

Curacao realized that her mission had failed, but she still didn't have much expression on her face. After waiting for Rum to exit the channel, she cleaned up the scene and set it on fire, burning it to the ground.

At the same time, in a manor in Reykjavik, Iceland.

The man in black robe stood in front of the window, playing with a shogi in his hand, and said slowly.

"It's getting more and more interesting."

(End of this chapter)