Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 1450 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 Whiskey brushed it off lightly, then looked into Curacao's eyes and asked, "The text message you sent earlier was not edited. It only said that the undercover agents were Stout, Aquavit, and Wesley..." "And Bourbon and Kil. Lord Rum wants to know how they are 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..."

Scotch immediately pulled out his phone and typed a text message.

Curacao stared at Scotch's movements and asked, "Are you sending a message to Lord Rum?"

"Do not……"

Scotch put away the phone and said coldly, "Just ask them to release Bourbon and Kiel."

"But Lord Rum has previously ordered that once you are rescued, you will be sent to him immediately."

Hearing this, Curacao's face trembled slightly.

I had just escaped and was summoned by Rum. What does this mean?
Curacao suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Because his special memory control switch ability was trained by Rum.

What if Rum secretly left a backdoor in his brain that could be opened to query the memories in his brain? Wouldn't his meeting with Shirley and others in the virtual world just now be exposed?
Not only will Rum know that he has turned from evil to good, he will also know Shirley's current identity and Bourbon and Kiel's undercover identities.

Must resolve myself before this!

Thinking of this, Curacao glanced at the plane door next to him and the sky outside the door glass.

In her mind, she had already rehearsed the scene of opening the cabin door and jumping from a high altitude.

This is the only way to save everyone!
Although everyone fears death, under the indoctrination of Rum's extreme ideas, Curacao will not be afraid of death.

It’s the same death, the only difference is whether you die for the organization’s mission or for the yearning for that bright future in your heart.

Between the two, Curacao would rather choose the latter.

But before she raised her hand to pull the handle of the cabin door, Scotch Whiskey, who was sitting opposite her, suddenly approached Curacao and inserted a needle into her fair neck.

Curacao's pupils contracted instantly, veins on his neck bulged, and a strong feeling of dizziness invaded his brain.

"you……"

Curacao tried to speak, but the handsome face of Scotch Whiskey became increasingly blurred in his field of vision.

The next second, she tilted her head and closed her eyes.

……

Tokyo Police Hospital.

As the fire was completely extinguished, police and firefighters entered the scene one after another and transferred the injured Yuya Kazami out.

Qin Zhibo and Conan also took a taxi from the Suzuki Building to the Police Hospital.

Looking at the hospital on the second and third floors that had been burned black, their faces became serious at the same time.

The organization's methods of action are becoming more and more unscrupulous.

The last time a helicopter strafed Tokyo Tower, this time the police hospital was set on fire.

This is in stark contrast to the cautious style of the early organizations.

This only shows one thing, the organization is getting closer and closer to their goal, so there is no need to care about these details.

As the two were standing on the side of the road looking up at the hospital, a car on the side of the road honked twice.

Beep! Beep!
Conan and Qin Zhibo looked back and saw a Mercedes-Benz CLK.

"Let's go."

Qin Zhibo greeted Conan and then walked straight towards the car.

Conan trotted after them and looked up to ask, "Where are you going?"

"You will know when you go."

Conan's eyes changed slightly, but he still chose to catch up quickly.

Qin Zhibo came to the back seat, opened the door and got in.

Conan also sat in the back row. Just as he was about to look forward to see who was sitting in the front row, a blonde woman suddenly turned around from the gap in the seats and greeted Conan with a smile.

"Hello~ Cool Kid!"

Conan stared at the woman's face and immediately felt that she looked familiar.

The next moment, a light bulb went off in his head and he suddenly realized the woman's identity.

"Teacher Judy!"

"Yes!"

Judy looked at Conan with a smile, her rosy lips glowing even in the dim carriage.

An old man with a goatee in the driver's seat also glanced at Conan through the rearview mirror.

"Little detective, we meet again."

Conan turned to look at the old man and recognized that he was the old man who was kidnapped after performing at Randy Hawke's circus and was mistaken for Randy Hawke himself.

"You are……"

Conan looked at the two of them in confusion, wondering how these two got together.

Qin Zhibo, who was sitting next to him, explained, "They are my former colleagues who worked with me in the FBI, Agent James and Agent Judy."

"Former...colleague?"

Conan's eyes widened in shock, and he turned his gaze to Qin Zhibo.

He had already learned from the Full Moon incident that Judy was an FBI agent, but he didn't know James' identity.

They didn’t even know that Qin Zhibo knew them.

Looking at Qin Zhibo's serious eyes, he knew that this was not a joke.

"So you two...actually knew each other before?"

"Both the bus kidnapping case and the circus kidnapping case?"

Qin Zhibo nodded without comment, "Of course I know them, but they are carrying out a secret mission, and I can't expose the identity of my former colleague, right?"

When Conan heard this, he immediately recalled the scene during the Full Moon Incident when Judy took him to capture Vermouth.

At that time, he asked Judy in the car whether she had known Qin Zhibo before, and Judy denied it.

As a result, he actually believed that Qin Zhibo and this group of FBI were not in the same group.

Looking at Conan who was crossing his arms and looking out the window with a dissatisfied look on his face, Qin Zhibo felt helpless.

He didn't know at the time that he was working with James and Judy.

Even if I knew, I didn't want the appearance of these two to disturb my originally peaceful life.

"Okay, if you have anything to say, let's wait until we get to our base."

James stepped on the accelerator, and the Mercedes-Benz on the side of the road started slowly and drove away into the distance.

……

Half an hour later, Qin Zhibo and Conan took James' car and arrived at a building similar to a private club.

The overall decoration style of the building is that of a European church, with flags of many countries hanging outside, but the most eye-catching are the American flags on both sides of the door.