Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

At some point, Sakaki had arrived in the wine cellar, leaning against the door with a dying cigarette in his mouth, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Susuz!"

Pisk's pupils shrank, and he put down the half-dialed cell phone with a thick and bright smile on his face:

"I'm so happy to see you!"

"Where's the FBI?"

"They didn't follow you!"

Sakaki glanced faintly at Conan sitting on the ground.

"By the way, you came just in time!"

Pisk changed the subject:

"This kid is Kudo Shinichi!"

"As long as he is handed over to the Boss, Belmode will be severely punished whether he is alive or dead!"

"At that time, your father's revenge will be avenged."

“Don’t believe what he says!!!”

Conan on the ground yelled:

"Kill him quickly. Ugh!"

The red wine bottle hit him hard on the back of the head and shattered!

The bright red liquid slid down his face. Conan rolled his eyes and fell on the spot, lying on the floor and passed out.

With a fierce aura, Pisk threw away the remaining half of the bottle in his hand and hummed:

"This boy is not honest even when death is imminent!"

"Suzi, you have to believe me, I'm doing this for your own good!"

"Pisk"

Shaking his head, Sakaki sighed:

"Should I call you stupid, or just plain old?"

"What do you mean?"

Pisk took two steps back and suddenly remembered that maybe Sakaki heard what he just said to Conan and had a 'misunderstanding'.

So, he hurriedly explained:

"I know there must be a reason why you let Kudo Shinichi go!"

"You can't be an undercover agent sent by the FBI!"

"As long as you don't betray the organization, Boss will definitely forgive you!"

"That Boss is so tolerant."

Sakaki smiled, took out the MK23 from his arms, and pointed it at Pisk:

"pity."

"There are some things I hope you can keep secret."

"no problem!"

Pisk's body was shaking like chaff and he stammered:

"Based on your father's relationship with me, I will definitely keep it a secret for you!"

"When the time comes, let's hand Kudo Shinichi over to the boss and kill Belmod. If you and I cooperate, I guarantee that we can do something big!"

"Spare my life. It will only be good for you, not bad!"

Facing Sakaki, who was able to dodge bullets, Pisk didn't think he could reverse the situation at all.

Since Sakaki can challenge 18 elite members of the institute, wouldn't it be easy to kill him?

A smart person will never do useless work.

"Only dead people."

Sakaki turned off the safety and loaded the bullet:

"He can't speak."

"Wait a moment!"

Pisk leaned against the table, his eyes bloodshot, and he broke into a cold sweat.

He didn't expect

Sakaki Cheng is so murderous!

"I am the veteran of the organization. If you kill me, the boss will not let you go!"

With no choice but to move out, Pisk had no choice but to move out:

"I've been working for him for so many years, you have no right to kill me!"

"And Shirley!"

"Don't you want to know what happened 17 years ago?"

"Kill me and no one will tell you!"

Miss Miyano's smile appeared in his mind. Sakaki's eyes turned cold, he moved the gun down, pointed it at Pisk's thigh, and pulled the trigger!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The severe pain from his legs caused Pisk to lose his support and slide down the table to the floor. The wine glass was smashed to pieces. After the laptop beeped twice, the screen went black and became unresponsive.

"How dare you mention her!"

Sakaki grabbed his collar, lifted him up forcefully, and roared:

"The person who killed her parents was you, filthy beast!"

"Boss?"

"Let me tell you, the order to kill you will be sent to my mobile phone in three minutes at the latest!"

"impossible!"

Pisk, who was already heartbroken and ready to accept his fate, burst out with a force that cannot be underestimated. He roared:

"I am loyal to the organization, what did I do wrong?"

"Boss has no reason to kill me!"

"It didn't happen before, but now it does."

Sakaki sneered:

"While the slideshow was playing, you shot the overhead light with your handgun, and I took a photo of you shooting."

"I'm afraid that Mumu Thirteen and others are coming this way."

Ding dong!

[You have a new text message. 】

Letting go of Pisk, Sakaki took out his phone and took a look.

【Kill Pisk】

The sender is Gin.

"Time is up."

He picked up the phone and, under Piske's astonishing gaze, pressed the cold muzzle of the gun against his forehead.

Sakaki's eyes were deep, his face was as cold as a piece of black ice, and his lips moved slightly:

"In"

"the bleak mid winter"

"Farewell."

Bang!

The brass bullet case engraved with the letter P clinked to the ground.

Sakaki bent down, lifted Conan, who was as soft as mud, with one hand, kicked the wooden box on the cabinet with Spirytus Vodka on it, stepped forward, put away the MK23, and threw out the cigarette butt with his backhand.

boom!

The blazing fire, with its burning feeling, was like the claws of a criminal in hell, stretching out their hands to the back of Sakaki Makoto, trying to drag him back to hell, but just when they were about to touch him.

Bang!

The door of the wine cellar closed, and all the noise faded away.

There were hurried footsteps coming from the safety passage, getting closer and closer, as if someone was running.

Sakaki Makoto carried Conan, like carrying a travel bag, humming a song, and walked into the darkness on the other side.

"The wine cellar is on fire!"

"Hurry up and get the fire extinguisher!"

On the first floor of the Beido Hotel, the waiters were in a mess, grabbing the phone to call the fire truck, and rushing into the smoke-filled safety passage with fire extinguishers in a hurry.

The whole hall was filled with a pungent smell of burning, and light gray smoke lingered around the ceiling lights, and visibility was extremely low.

Ding!

The elevator door opened, and Sakaki Makoto carried Conan and strode out of the elevator.

He leaned Conan against the counter and walked towards the door.

The moment he went out, a blonde woman with a European and American face hurriedly passed by him.

Suddenly, the blonde woman paused, turned back abruptly, and looked at the familiar figure in confusion.

But just as she was distracted.

Sakaki Makoto had already walked away.

The Volga GAZ was parked at the corner of the street. Inside the car, Gin put his legs on the center console and looked at the Haido Hotel. The ashtray next to him was filled with cigarette butts, one after another.

Until Sakaki Makoto appeared at the corner, his frown relaxed, grabbed the intercom, and said:

"Chianti, Cohen, retreat."

"Got it."

After a burst of electric sound, the intercom fell silent, and Chianti and Cohen left the channel.

This is a precautionary measure.

If the person coming out of the hotel is Pisco.

The sniper rifle will shoot through the opponent's chest in an instant.

The car door opened, and Sakaki Makoto sat in the main driver's seat. He was choked by the smoke in the car and quickly rolled down the window:

"Ahem!"

"Boss Qin, mission accomplished."