Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"What are you laughing at!"

The cat head pressed the gun against Suzuki Jiroki's chest harder. He frowned, slowly put his hand on the trigger, and pretended to shoot.

"Nothing." Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, Suzuki Jiroki waved to Officer Nakamori, motioning him to communicate with the cat head, and stepped aside.

"What do you want?"

Holding someone's cell phone, Officer Nakamori pulled Suzuki Jiroki away from the muzzle of the gun, and watched the cat head take out an ampoule filled with green liquid and with a red Siamese cat logo from his pocket.

"The airship will continue to fly to Osaka, but remember to make it clear to the police that we are full of bombs here, so they should not act rashly."

He shook the ampoule, suddenly let go of his hand, and grabbed the bottle again at the moment when the ampoule was about to fall to the ground and break.

"And this killer bacteria, if you don't think about it, it's not just in the smoking room."

Looking at the nervous crowd, Cathead smiled at Officer Nakamori, then left two people behind and walked out.

In the vigilant eyes of the two gangsters, Officer Nakamori looked at the same mobile phone in his hand as his daughter's with a complicated look, glanced at the crowd behind, and started unlocking without asking for the password.

Sure enough, it was the same password as Aoko's...

Looking at the number of his own mobile phone in the address book, Officer Nakamori smiled faintly, but thinking of the current situation, he entered the number of his boss, Inspector Chaki.

"Hello, Inspector Chaki, this is Nakamori..."

………

Stopped the car in front of the organization's No. 3 base, unbuckled the seat belt and opened the car door, Vermouth looked at Bourbon with disdain who covered his mouth.

"You are so useless. I just took a shortcut."

You finished the half-hour journey in ten minutes, and you flew up and down in various ways. This is considered a shortcut...

Amuro Toru took a breath, took out a bottle of water from the car and drank two sips, and then he slowly felt better.

"Thanks to you, I learned a lot of driving skills." Amuro Toru gritted his teeth and held the front of the car with his hand: "For example, running on the train track, and how to turn the car sideways."

"Really? It seems that I am still a good teacher..."

Smoothing her hair, Miss Chris thought of her children who were still suffering on the Suzuki Group's airship, and threw the car keys to Amuro Toru and walked in quickly.

Looking at the car keys at his feet, he sighed, picked them up and put them in his pocket. Although he felt sorry for his car that was about to fall apart, he was also worried about Kudo Yuji and chased after him.

"What is the big treasure you talked about with Gin before?"

Watching Vermouth aim her eyes at a camera, Amuro Toru looked around and found that the equipment of this base was much better than that of the public security.

The mechanical door in front of him slowly opened, and following Vermouth, Amuro Toru opened his mouth wide and looked at the huge warehouse in disbelief.

"Those three are AH-64 Apache armed helicopters?!"

Bourbon turned his head and looked at the other side. Five neatly arranged OH-1 armed reconnaissance helicopters and eight Type 96 armored vehicles were also showing him the hidden power of the organization.

"This is our goal."

Walking to the end of the warehouse, Miss Chris patted the giant covered with waterproof cloth and pressed a few buttons on the wall.

"This is a Black Hawk helicopter."

"Yes, Gin spent a lot of money." Vermouth shouted coldly, hugging her chest and looking at the back of the warehouse.

"Come here quickly!"

Looking in the direction she was talking, Amuro Toru found Calvados.

Miss Chris instructed Bourbon and Calvados to throw the tarpaulin aside, and then pressed twice on the control panel in the warehouse, and returned to the helicopter. The ground under the three people and the Black Hawk helicopter slowly rose, and the ceiling above their heads also split to both sides.

………

"Ah, Mr. Mizukawa, your hands are swollen too!"

The female intern saw Mizukawa scratching his palms constantly, and deliberately shouted loudly, attracting the two gunmen in the lounge.

One of them hung the gun behind his back, and after confirming that Mizukawa's hands were really swollen, he knocked him out, then threw the man into the corner and looked at his companion.

"Boss, there seems to be a person here who is infected with "murder bacteria", what should we do?"

Sitting in the cockpit, Cathead looked at the clouds under the airship and pressed a button on the headset.

"Then throw him to the smoking room."

Walking out of the cockpit, Cathead asked a subordinate to go in and look at the driver, leaning against the wall to think.

"But if we go, there will be no one in the lounge!"

There are only seven people in this operation, including the cat head, one in the cab, two in the exhibition hall, and one in the corridor.

"It doesn't matter, they dare not do anything anyway, we have installed the bomb." The cat head hesitated: "Cat E in the corridor, you should pay attention to the lounge."

"Understood."

Anyway, there are still our people in the lounge, so there should be no problem. The most urgent thing is to find that guy.

After the gunman in the lounge carried Mizukawa out, there was finally no one else in the room. Sitting on the chair, Officer Nakamori looked at everyone.

"Mr. Suzuki, why did you do that just now? What if you angered the gangsters of the Red Siamese Cat and they impulsively blew up the airship?"

Glancing at Officer Nakamori, Suzuki Jiroji walked to the window, looked at the clouds under the airship, and put his hands behind his back.

"They won't do that. It's not worthwhile to risk your life for money."

"Why are you so sure that they are here for money? Didn't that man just say that he has a deep grudge against your Suzuki Consortium?" Officer Nakamori clenched his fists.

"Officer Nakamori, this is not something you, the Metropolitan Police Department's Intelligent Criminal Investigation Department, should know."

Suzuki Jiroji hugged his chest and stared at the people over there seriously.

"Compared with this, I think we should rule out that the gangsters lurking here are responsible."

"An internal agent?" Officer Zhongmori suddenly realized: "No wonder they can keep up with the airship. It turns out there is an internal agent."

"Indeed." Yuji coughed twice, pulled all the girls behind him, and together with Kaito and Xiaolan, separated the two people from the Japanese TV station over there.

"What...what are you doing!" The female intern stood up holding on to the wall and looked at the people in front of her: "Don't you think we are their agents?"

"Really? It's hard to say." Yuji pointed at the female intern's hand: "Then can you explain that the calluses on your hands, which are obvious marks caused by holding a gun, are not cleaned. one time."

His face suddenly turned ugly, and the man and woman looked at the mustache ferociously.

"Now that you all know, we won't perform this drama."

They took out their pistols from their pockets, walked slowly to the left side of the room, and pointed their guns at the people across from them.

"We are the internal agents of the Red Siamese cats, codenamed Cat H and Cat L!"