Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 1490 Trap
In the cold submarine control room, Gin, Vodka, Bourbon, Kir, Curacao, and Vermouth were staring at the sonar screen at the same time.

When the torpedo signal response disappeared from the screen, but the Pacific buoy still existed, the murderous look in Gin's eyes became visibly colder.

"Lurked away by the bait bomb?" Vodka asked.

However, when he asked the question, no one in the control room responded.

The atmosphere in the air is somewhat solemn.

"Vermouth, what's going on?"

"Aren't all the decoy bombs unable to be launched?"

Gin turned his head and glanced at Vermouth behind him with cold eyes.

Vermouth glanced at the laptop in front of her and tried to operate it a few times, but the screen showed that it was locked.

"That should be the case, but it seems that they have regained control and cut off the backdoor..."

The unexpected situation made Gin's eyes narrow slightly, and his look became even more cold and terrifying.

Now all they can do is use torpedoes to consume the decoy bombs on the Pacific buoys and see which side uses them up first.

However, there is another surefire way to destroy Pacific buoys…

At this moment, the phone in Gin's pocket suddenly vibrated.

He took out his phone and looked at the text message on it. His dark green pupils suddenly shrank.

The next second, he turned around and suddenly pulled out a pistol, pointing the muzzle at Bourbon's head.

"Bourbon, you are the mole!"

"what?!"

Everyone in the control room was shocked and looked at Gin in surprise as he pointed the gun at Bourbon.

"Gin, what are you doing?" Vermouth asked in surprise.

Kiel, Curacao, and Vodka also stood there in a daze for a moment.

Gin explained expressionlessly, "I just received information from Binga. He said that someone on the Pacific buoy suddenly asked to check the sonar system."

"This means there is a mole among you who has leaked our plan."

"Among you, only Bourbon left my sight for a few seconds just now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gin's finger on the trigger gradually exerted force.

Bourbon stared at the black muzzle of the gun, and a few drops of nervous cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

At such a close distance, it would be impossible to dodge even if you wanted to.

At this critical moment, the lights on the ceiling suddenly went out, and the only light left in the entire control room was the faint light from the indicator light on the control panel.

The sudden change in the lighting environment gave Bourbon the opportunity to run out of the control room.

Gin also reacted quickly and swung the gun away, but after a few shots, it only hit the steel inner shell of the control room, making a "clang clang" sound.

"Bourbon..."

Gin gritted his teeth, and the low sound coming out of his throat did not hide his hatred at all.

Immediately afterwards, the submarine's emergency power supply system began to operate and light returned to the control room.

"There are his accomplices in the submarine!"

"Vodka, Kir, Curacao, Vermouth, come with me to take care of them!"

Gin was the first to chase out of the control room with a pistol in hand.

Vodka followed closely behind.

Kiel and Curacao secretly exchanged glances.

Even though Curacao only had one eye left, Kiel understood what she meant, which was to obey Gin first.

Vermouth walked at the back and also left the control room. Inside the submarine, Bourbon kept running forward along the dark and narrow passage.

He didn't expect that there was an undercover agent of the organization hiding inside the Pacific buoy, and he had realized that someone on the submarine had tipped off.

Now his identity has been exposed and there is no room for redemption.

The only way is to try to play the role of a "lone wolf spy" struggling desperately before death, so as to avoid dragging down Kiel and Curacao, whose identities have not been exposed yet, to the greatest extent.

Bourbon held a pistol in his right hand, ready to confront and exchange fire with the organization's people at any time. He struggled until the last moment and then shot himself with a "glory bullet".

Just as Bourbon was thinking this, a pair of big hands suddenly reached out from the side and pulled him into the corner.

He tried to struggle, but the force was incredibly strong.

"Shh...it's me..."

Bourbon glanced to the side and saw a familiar face.

"Qin?"

Bourbon's pupils dilated, and he lowered his voice in shock and asked, "How did you get on this ship?"

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"Sneaked in..."

Qin Zhibo responded with some useless nonsense, and then asked Bourbon if anyone else besides him came to check the power supply.

This confused Bourbon because he thought Qin Zhibo had created the power outage just to save him.

The two of them briefly compared intelligence, and Qin Zhibo learned that there was an organized spy organization in the Pacific buoy, which led to the exposure of Bourbon's tip-off.

"is that so……"

Qin Zhibo narrowed his eyes slightly and thought quickly in his mind.

Just now, Gin attacked the Pacific buoy without hesitation.

This shows that the "Binga" himself was either a assassin, or he became Gin's victim without knowing it.

And Gin's mission is to destroy the Pacific buoy, which should be a very simple task. Why did he have to bring so many organizational cadres with him in person?

Moreover, to destroy a fixed target, why aren't submarines equipped with straight-flying torpedoes that are more effective?

Suddenly, Qin Zhibo thought of a possibility.

"Go back with me quickly!"

Qin Zhibo quickly left the corner and ran along the corridor into the control room.

Bourbon was instinctively stunned for a moment and was about to ask why, but Qin Zhibo had already run several meters away.

The two ran back to the control room along the passage, only to find that the submarine soldiers in the control room had been killed and the submarine had been set to automatic navigation mode.

The ultimate goal of navigation is the Pacific buoy!
"Damn it! This is indeed his purpose!"

Qin Zhibo cursed, walked forward and pulled the bodies of the submarine soldiers off the seats one by one.

Bourbon looked at the situation in the control room and stood there in shock.

"How is this going……"

"It's a trap."

Qin Zhibo operated the submarine skillfully with both hands and said, "The boss of the organization wants to use this submarine to get rid of the Pacific buoy and you at the same time..."

"Hurry up and send a message to Kiel and Curacao. If they are alone together, it will prove that my guess is correct."

Qin Zhibo's hands operated the complex control interface like an elegant pianist.

Originally he didn't know how to drive a submarine.

However, by investigating the bodies of these submarine soldiers, he quickly mastered the basic skills of driving a submarine.

The skill that the dead submarine soldiers revealed was ship driving, including submarines.

With the addition of general proficiency points, Qin Zhibo was almost a novice in ship driving one second, and grew into a veteran crew member with at least 20 years of ship driving experience the next second.