I'm in Mihua, and all the ladies like me.

"This is Cat F, and the kitchen is under control."

This is an absolutely terrible situation. To be honest, Kuroba Chikage is starting to get a little excited.

That's right, excitement.

Who is she?

She is a famous phantom thief lady who once caused a sensation in France. She has never been in a scene full of bullets.

Now that the first comeback is so exciting, how can she not be excited?

But in the next second, whether it was the kitchen or the cab, a dull and inorganic voice was heard coming from the mercenaries' walkie-talkies.

"Thank you for your hard work. This is Masuo. Now put down your weapons and gather at the sightseeing hall."

"Who is this... Masuo? Can I use a code name?" Maoer F frowned.

Then the voice on the other end of the intercom came again.

"It's Jerry's cousin, you have no childhood."?

Chapter 220 What does your kidnapping them have to do with me?

"Naive, you actually tried to use this method to stop our actions."

In the sightseeing hall, the mercenary leader immediately laughed loudly after hearing what Serabel said.

"We are mercenaries with swords licking blood, not regular soldiers who usually value loyalty and friendship but are dragged down by these messes at critical moments. You don't think you can stop them just by taking me as a hostage, do you?"

"Don't worry, I've never felt that way."

Before he could finish his words, Serabel raised the walkie-talkie in her hand that was still on the line.

"It is true that you are mercenaries who lick blood with their blades. As long as you are given money, you will do anything to save your life, but the prerequisite is that the money is enough. In other words, the first lesson for you to become mercenaries is to know how to weigh your efforts, assess the situation, and save your life. While you are saving your own life, you will never make a loss-making business."

"Hmm? So even so, do you still think that just by using me as a threat, you can make all my subordinates surrender? Although it may be a bit embarrassing to say so, but to be honest, I really don't think they will do it for me as the leader. Surrender to life or death."

Hearing the young man in front of him analyze so neatly, the mercenary leader, who looked disheveled, had messy hair, and had blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, raised his eyebrows.

"After all, in the final analysis, we are just working together to perform tasks. When disaster strikes, we should fly separately. The dead will be buried in the soil, and the survivors will share the money and enjoy life. That's all... not to mention the hostages. There are them here too, and they are much more numerous than yours.”

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the Nakamori Police Department, Suzuki Jirokichi, Conan and others beside them tightened.

They knew very well what the mercenary leader meant by hostages.

That's right, those are the Suzuki Foundation staff currently in the airship's cockpit and kitchen.

In terms of the number of people, the other party does have more. Even if the hostages are exchanged at a ratio of one to ten, they can only exchange for less than one third.

However, Serabel just lightly picked out her ears with her little fingers and blew away the debris between her nails.

"Oh, so don't be anxious."

As he spoke, he touched his pocket and took out a pair of black tactical gloves.

The walkie-talkie was turned on and put on the side, and the gloves were put on.

Seeing this action, the mercenary leader remained calm on the surface, but his heart was filled with fear.

I don't know if it was his imagination, but I always felt that the action of the young man putting on gloves in front of him was a bit like... the way the doctor made preparations before surgery.

Of course, it turns out that this was no illusion.

I saw the young man clasping his hands together and patting them lightly. When he separated his palms, there was a silver thread between his palms that flashed with a cold light and appeared in the air.

Serabel raised her head and looked around: "Hmm~ Let me see if there is anywhere convenient for hanging things... Oh yes, let's do it here."

He seemed to be doing it on purpose, not forgetting to provide commentary while performing the action.

"Anyway, let's wrap it around each finger first... Oh, I accidentally cut it into the flesh and broke the skin and caused bleeding. After all, the thread is very sharp..."

"Wait a minute, what do you want to do... No, no, no!"

Before the mercenary leader finished speaking, his mouth seemed to be blocked by something, and he could only let out a desperate whine.

And Serabel's voice continued to come clearly.

"Don't worry, it shouldn't hurt. I've soaked these silk threads with high-concentration anesthetic... and the position I strangled is always in the middle of the knuckles. Even if it hits the bone, it won't fall into the knuckles, and the fingers won't fall into it." Broken..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooootttt...ssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!

"Look, it really doesn't hurt...although the amount of bleeding is a little large, it shouldn't be a big problem. This amount of bleeding still won't kill anyone, it just looks scary..."

"Woooooooooo!!! (Help me)"

"Short of oil? I didn't expect that the leader of the team also brought an unopened bottle of murderous bacteria with him. Although I personally want to open it directly and pour it into your mouth, but this may cause a new source of infection on the airship. Besides, After all, this is a precious sample. If I just drink it for you, it might not be good for the development of the vaccine..."

"Ah, by the way, how about just stuffing the whole bottle in together? Although it's a bit forced, if you want to take it out then you can just cut open the throat and take it out. It's not a big problem."

"Woo-!"

Here, Serabel was performing a few operations at random, which made Cat D and Cat F in the cab and kitchen on the other end of the intercom sweat.

They listened to the entire process through the walkie-talkie, including how their team leader struggled from the beginning to howling in pain, and finally couldn't even make a sound.

Especially when mixed with the young man's explanation and the sound of thick blood dripping on the floor, as well as the collision of props being picked up and put down, they were able to conjure up a bloody torture scene in their minds.

As the saying goes, the unknown is the scariest thing.

Human imagination is endless, especially when it comes to scaring ourselves.

The movement on the other end of the intercom stopped for ten seconds. The boy's voice no longer sounded, and the leader stopped wailing.

Cat D, who was in the cab, bravely picked up the walkie-talkie, his voice a little weak.

"I warn you not to act rashly. We have hostages on our hands. If we don't want anything to happen to them..."

"Huh? It seems that you still don't understand after I've been talking for so long."

The young man seemed to let out a helpless sigh through the intercom.

"What I mean is, if you are robbers, you should at least figure out who you should kidnap. I am not from the Japanese Police Agency. What does your kidnapping them have to do with me? I don't know them. Now I give you two choices-"

"Either you, honestly disarm and surrender yourself to the tourist office within one minute. Don't worry about anything else. At least the police will not mistreat you."

"Either you refuse to surrender and resolutely choose to resist, but in that case I will come to you personally and let you experience the same treatment as your team leader, whether you take the hostages as a threat or directly shoot and kill the hostages. It doesn’t matter to me.”

Serabel paused.

"Ah, one more thing. Although the space of the airship is large, its structure is very simple, and there are still three full hours before the airship lands. In other words, during these three hours, the airship will be an absolute island in the sky. state, we have plenty of time to play a happy little game of ghost hunting.”

"What do you mean, do you want to try it if you don't believe in evil?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't answer. I will only give you one minute. If you don't disarm and show up at the entrance of the tourist hall after one minute, I will take the initiative to come to you. This is your last chance. You can decide whether to take it or not."

After saying the last words, Serabel cut off the call.

Half a minute later, there were messy footsteps in the corridor outside the sightseeing hall door, as if they were running for their lives.

The young man who was leaning against the doorframe breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound.

Okay, now only the final step of catching the mole is left...?

Chapter 221

The perspective changed, and the location was on the upper level of the airship.

In fact, strictly speaking, this place no longer belongs to the airship, because it has reached the outside of the airship.

Under the blue sky and white clouds in the afternoon, the huge white whale with the Suzuki logo on it was bathed in the slightly dazzling golden sunlight. The cold air from high altitude brushed the man's red and rash arms, causing the hem of his short-sleeved shirt to fly.

Fujioka Ryūdō, who should have been isolated in the smoking room, is now standing on the head of the entire airship, with his gaze stretched out and overlooking the blue sea in the distance. He always gives the impression of a hint of smile. The wheat-colored face looked somewhat gloomy at the moment.

He took out his phone from his body again and looked at it, but there was still no new message sent.

Is there any accident...

Fujioka Ryūdō thought irritably.

At the same time, the wind blowing by my ears carried the voice of a young man.

"Are you still waiting for your accomplices to report the situation to you? Don't worry, they are already here and it is impossible to send you a message."

Um! ?

Hearing this familiar voice, Fujioka Ryūdō tensed up for a moment and turned around to look back.

I saw Serabel appearing about ten meters behind him. It seemed that he had just climbed up from the roof of the nearest airship. The roof of the opening at the top of the airship was raised at his feet. He hid his hands behind his back so that no one could see them. Clear trends.

"Oh, it's you, little brother." Fujioka Takamichi's false smile reappeared on his face, "I thanked you so much when we were at the tourist hall before, but I really don't understand what kind of accomplice you are talking about. I just I just thought it was too stuffy in the airship, so I tried to come out for some air."

An unconvincing excuse.

Not to mention the need for ventilation, there is a sky observatory on the airship for ventilation. It is amazing that a person who was almost frightened and went insane after learning that he was infected with a murderous bacteria still had time to run around.

Serabel was too lazy to argue with him: "You think so, that's right. The reason why I came up here is just to confirm one thing with you, that is, you led people to break into the biological research institute in Nishitama City, but in the end, you were even together. None of the murderous germs were taken away, right?"

"Hmm? Are you talking about the news that has been broadcast on TV in the past two days? I have also heard about that matter, but unfortunately it has nothing to do with me..."

"Think clearly before speaking."

Before Fujioka Ryūdō could finish speaking, the boy's hands behind his back naturally dropped.

Without the cover of the torso, two black matte weapons with a faint cold sheen appeared in the former's field of vision.

That was the submachine gun that Serabel had confiscated from Mao'er B and Mao'er C, whose heads were shattered by two pistol bullets as soon as they came up.

"Does it look familiar? These are all picked up from your accomplices."

Serabel held up two MP5s with both hands and pointed the black muzzle at the freelance reporter who was still trying to defend himself.

"To be honest, my marksmanship isn't particularly good, but at this distance it's not a problem to sweep you into a hornet's nest."

"..."

Fujioka Ryūdō's hands spread out in the air suddenly froze.

He was brutally killed. Although he also had a small pistol hidden on his body, compared with the opponent's dual-wielding submachine guns, his firepower was like using urine to fight against the fire brigade's high-pressure water cannon.

What's more important is that the young man in front of him is obviously different from those police officers who pay attention to the rules and have solid evidence. He only believes in what he believes. In other words, no matter how eloquent and invincible he is, he cannot avoid exhausting the other party's patience. Being pulled the trigger brings a fate of change.

call……

Slowly exhaling, the expression on Fujioka Ryūdō's face instantly changed from a false smile to a sophisticated composure.

"Okay, okay, I admit that you are indeed very powerful, and you can actually deduce it to this point, but if you want to say that the murderous bacteria are fake, how can you prove it?"

"Also...there is no inference."

Serabel rubbed the muzzle of her right pistol against her forehead.

"I should say that I noticed it when the murderous bacteria were found from your mercenary leader. Normally, if it is such a highly dangerous biological weapon, it must be refrigerated even if it is placed in a special container. This is used to reduce the activity of bacteria, but they carry it with them without any problem, let alone carry it close to their body.”

"I don't doubt that there are mercenaries who want money rather than their lives, but judging from the performance of at least the few subordinates you brought... they can't do it."

Serabel said as she stepped forward, pointing the submachine gun in her hand and approaching Fujioka Takamichi step by step.

"I think that ampoule should contain something like raw lacquer, including the ones you made in the smoking room. You found an excuse to smoke in advance, went to the smoking room, and then licked the door handle or sofa inside. Spray raw paint on the door handle, so that everyone who enters the smoking room will touch the raw paint on the door handle and become allergic and develop red rash and itching symptoms. At first glance, it looks like they are really infected with killer bacteria.”

"Although this is a newly built airship, and it is normal to have the smell of raw paint not long after it was renovated, the problem is that other places near the smoking room smelled of disinfectant because they had been sprayed with disinfectant. Only the smell of disinfectant at the door of the smoking room is mixed with the pungent smell of raw lacquer, which is very strange."

Pop, pop, pop.

After hearing the young man's inference, Fujioka Ryūdō actually clapped his hands. The corners of his mouth raised as if he was extremely appreciative, and then he raised his hands in the air.

"No more fun, no more~ I admit that I lost. Although I had vaguely noticed that you were different from the others in the tourist hall at that time, I didn't expect that I still underestimated the enemy. I originally thought that it was just in the hands of a few of them. And since we have guns, it shouldn’t be a problem to deal with you. It seems like I should have sent a message to them earlier.”

He walked towards Serabel step by step as if nothing was wrong, maintaining a surrendering posture. Hearing that tone seemed to be sincerely admitting that he had lost.

"Okay, so what are you going to do next, hand me over to Mr. Police?"

"No, I won't hand you over to the police..."

Ok?

The unexpected words suddenly interrupted Fujioka Ryūdō's thoughts. The experience he had accumulated over the years made him instinctively aware that something was wrong.

He suddenly raised his head, and the next moment, brilliant flames burst out from the muzzles of the two submachine guns directly in front of him at an extremely high frequency, and a torrent of metal formed by nine-millimeter-caliber brass bullets hit him head-on.

The first bullet accurately hit the center of the eyebrow, and the second and third bullets blew out the eyeballs on both sides...