The Conan World's Contribution Transcript

Chapter 127 A big gamble
"That's enough. Since she can't tell me, why don't you ask someone else?"

It was Amuro who spoke. He subconsciously rushed forward, but this only made the wounds on his body worse. Drops of blood fell, staining his entire arm red.

"It's different." Binga gave him a mocking look, "You are different from Brandy. If you betrayed the organization, you can just kill him. But Brandy is different."

Where is it different?
This was the third time they had made such ambiguous remarks. Zhijing keenly captured this information in pain, but before she had time to think about it, her third nail had been pulled out and thrown at her feet.

Zhi Jing cherished her hands the most and usually spent a lot of money on maintenance every few days. She had never suffered such pain before, but Binga still stepped on her wrist with one foot and threatened her with a gun in the other hand, leaving her no room to fight back. Cold sweat dripped from her forehead and her face was pale.

Vermouth was extremely anxious, so of course she couldn't see Amuro who was restrained in his movements, and there was only a bloodshot color in her eyes.

Zhi Jing screamed in pain at first, but after her fourth fingernail was forcibly pulled out, her screams turned into groans. Her body continued to struggle on the ground. Finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer and looked at Amuro. The moment her eyes turned, the tears that had been locked in her eyes for her shattered self-esteem fell like beads and hit the ground just like the blood on Amuro's body.

I can't hold on any longer, Mr. Public Security.

Amuro looked into her eyes and seemed to understand what she meant in an instant. Without any hesitation, he just smiled firmly and nodded.

Tell me, I’ll pay it back to you on behalf of Ajing.

……

Zhi Jing withdrew her gaze. Her hands were already covered in blood. Where the fingernails of her four fingers used to be, there were only wounds that continued to ooze blood. Lying on the ground, the warm temperature of her nails, which were as beautiful as white jade, gradually dissipated.

"Still nothing to say? This is the last one." Binga asked patiently.

Zhi Jing raised her head, and at this moment, there was a sense of pride in her expression.

"I said—I don't know."

She, Hei Yu Zhi Jing, was born stubborn. If she didn't want to speak, no one could get any information out of her!

Vodka, who had been watching the show from behind, tutted twice and said impatiently:
"Are you sure? Brandy is a woman who can never stand pain. She has nothing to say about this. Is there something wrong with you?"

Vermouth also sneered: "If there is no definite evidence, I don't believe in such a conclusion that was forced to confess."

Although Binga was saved, his face looked very unhappy. He lowered his head and looked at the woven mirror lying on the broken wood box, feeling even more resentful in his heart.

Zhijing's hands began to twitch unconsciously due to the pain. She raised her head, looked through Binga, and inadvertently looked at the top of the warehouse.

The worn iron sheet already had obvious cracks and holes, and through the gaps shone the setting sun, dimly, the weaving mirror seemed to see a person.

Someone who shouldn't be here.

Shuichi Akai was on the roof, with his gun resting on the hole in the roof, and his dark rifle pointed at the only light in the warehouse.

He is waiting for an opportunity.

Zhijing's eyes fell on Binga, and she seemed to have made a great decision. Her eyes, which had been twitching due to pain, suddenly fell on Binga's collar, and her voice was extremely cold:
"Where did you get the blood?"

Binga was stunned, he looked down at the blood on his collar, and didn't react for a moment.

This must have been accidentally touched during the punishment just now, right?

Before Binga could speak, Zhijing somehow found the strength to pull her bruised hand out from Binga's shoe sole, and then she pushed Binga to the ground, her voice revealing a chilling chill:

"What did you do to him?"

Who?
Binga's brain stopped working. Vermouth stopped Vodka who was about to stop the two men and shook his head slightly.

Zhi Jing still refused to give in, her eyes seemed to be filled with bloodshot: "I ask you! What did you do to him!"

Binga finally remembered why he had tricked this woman into coming here, and now this woman probably thought that he had her brother's blood in him.

Why did this woman suddenly become so powerful when she encountered her brother's problem?
Binga felt that his neck was being strangled and he could hardly breathe. The suffocation made him fail to notice that the gun in his hand was moving to her right shoulder as Zhijing struggled. He just kept shouting:

"Are you crazy? I didn't find him, okay?"

No.

Zhijing's body leaned forward, and at the same time, Binga felt something pressing the trigger in his hand, and the next moment, the trigger was pulled.

The sound of gunfire was deafening in the warehouse.

If someone present could hear more clearly, they would have noticed that there were actually two sounds.

But now, after a gunshot, the only light source in the warehouse, the chandelier, went out. The glass on the light bulb fell to the ground, and the voice of Zhijing, who had suddenly become furious, suddenly stopped. The warehouse fell into a strange silence.

Vermouth had an uneasy feeling in her heart, and she shouted softly, "Brandy!"

The warehouse was dark for a few seconds. When Gin turned on the emergency flashlight, the already dilapidated iron door of the warehouse was kicked open by someone. Outside the warehouse, the afterglow of the setting sun shone in. One of the people who was originally tied to the pillar was gone, and Zhijing, who had been angrily strangling Binga's neck, fell to the ground, and blood kept oozing out of the bloody hole near his shoulder.

She was shot.

The person who fired the shot was...

Binga was being stared at by several people. Looking at the pistol still in his hand, he immediately understood and frowned to correct them: "Look carefully, I didn't..."

"Back off."

Vermouth coldly pushed him away, walked a few steps to the mirror, quickly squatted down, looked at the bloody hole on her right, and just as she reached out her hand, she found that the mirror was blocked by her, and her tightly closed eyes suddenly trembled.

She didn't faint.

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Zhijing has always had a doubt in her heart.

Curacao said that even if she was caught by the police, she could not die on that road.

Binga said that others could be killed if they were found to be undercover agents, but she was different.

Vermouth said she had no idea why the organization accepted her.

so.

Zhijing was gambling, betting that the organization would not dare to let her die.

Because she has something that the organization wants.

Can Binga, who destroyed her, face the doubts from the organization?