Rebirth from Conan

Chapter 162 Disguised as "Fake Wine"

"Here's a piece of news. A landslide occurred on a mountain road near Beihu Town in our city. According to police investigation, it is most likely caused by human factors. Firefighters are still extinguishing the fire. We will follow up with reports on the follow-up situation..."

Evening news, this interrupted news was broadcast on television in every household.

When the citizens heard that female anchor Rena Mizunashi had unfortunately died, their expressions became filled with shock.

"Rena Mizunashi? Is she the host of the Nichimi TV station?"

"I saw a news report earlier. Didn't it say that she had a car accident and was in a coma?"

"Then how did she run to the mountain and get crushed to death by rocks?"

Everyone expressed great confusion.

same moment.

Rena Mizunoshi, with gauze wrapped around her head, and her younger brother Eisuke Hondou are being protected by the FBI.

"By the way, where are your CIA people?" Andre sat on the chair and looked at the two siblings with a fierce look on his face.

But in fact, he was born like this, and his heart can even be considered very kind.

"The CIA... probably doesn't know about my current situation yet."

Mizunashi Reina coughed.

Although her undercover identity has not been exposed, she has been forced to fake her death, and it is obviously impossible for her to return to the organization.

"But Rye... Is Shuichi Akai really dead?" Mizunashi Rena couldn't help but ask.

"Nonsense, you're not dead, how could he die? Everything is just for the future plan."

"Plan, what plan?"

When Andrei heard this question, he just opened his mouth, but Judy, who pushed the door open, interrupted him immediately and said, "Sorry, it seems that we at the FBI don't have the obligation to report to your CIA, right?"

"I just wanted to see if I could help."

In order to stay in the Black Organization, she even killed her own father with her own hands. After that, she finally managed to get to a position where she could face the "number two man" directly. If it ended like this... she would be unwilling to accept it no matter what.

However, Judy couldn't understand her mood at the moment.

"You? Forget it. You even need someone to take care of you. I think you should stay here honestly and don't run around, so as not to expose our plan."

"You didn't even tell me the plan, so how should I know what to do to avoid being exposed?" Mizunashi Rena continued to refute.

This time, before Judy could reply, James leaned half of his body out of the door and said, "Well, regarding this operation, I still need your cooperation..."

……

Cold, but not shaking.

Curacao woke up from her coma and found herself still lying on the helicopter. She was struggling to get up when Gin suddenly appeared beside her, holding a cigarette in his mouth. He looked at her coldly and said, "Have you slept enough? If you have, go get a car here."

"Ah good."

Curacao nodded dazedly and staggered off the plane. After seeing that there was a plain around him, he came to his senses and asked, "Mr. Gin, where are we now?"

"How should I know? It should be on the outskirts of some town."

outskirts?

So where can I find a car?

Curacao scratched his forehead awkwardly. "But, Mr. Gin, where did the man on the helicopter go?"

"I killed that guy with a hidden pocket pistol."

Gin... no, it should be Xiahe.

As Xia He spoke, he pulled out a pocket pistol from his coat and waved it in front of Curacao.

Curacao heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing this, but he was still a little shaken by what had just happened.

"I think this place is most likely in the countryside, Mr. Gin. How about you call Mr. Rum or someone else in the organization and ask them to send a car over?"

Her cell phone had already fallen off the helicopter when she was fighting with Xia He. However, Xia He said, "My cell phone is out of battery. If it had power, I would have asked someone to come over. Why would I have to sit here and wait for you to wake up?"

He didn't lie, but after sending the email, his phone really turned off automatically.

Hearing this, Curacao blinked subconsciously.

She thought to herself, why don’t you just go to the nearby village and find a way to borrow a phone while I’m unconscious? Why do you have to sit here and wait for me?

Just as he was wondering, the next second, he caught a glimpse of blood on Xia He's abdomen out of the corner of his eye.

"You are hurt?"

"Well, he stabbed me with a dagger." Xia He answered expressionlessly.

However, his pale face and the sweat that kept coming out of his forehead showed how weak he was at the moment.

"Are you okay? Can you hold on?"

"It can probably hold out for a while... So, can you go help find a car now?"

"Uh, okay."

That’s right, that man was so fierce, how could Gin not be injured?
Thinking of this, Curacao immediately quickened his pace and rushed towards the village at the end of the plain.

Xia He was left behind, watching Curacao's running back, and muttered to himself: "How can I get information about Karasuma Renye from Rum?"

As the second in command of the Black Organization, that guy...

He should know the true identity of Karasuma Renya, right?

……

Three o'clock in the morning.

Curacao stole a farm vehicle and took Xia He all the way back to Tokyo.

Afterwards, she used the only cash she had to rent a room in a motel, and then borrowed a charger, which allowed Xia He to call Rum.

"I'm in Okuho-cho now..."

"Well, the rye whiskey and the kil have been dealt with..."

"But I'm injured now and can't go to the hospital for treatment for the time being..."

"Okay, I'll take care of it myself."

After hanging up the phone, Xia He looked at Curacao and said, "Go to the front desk and ask me for some gauze, needles and thread, and disinfectant alcohol..."

Upon hearing this, Curacao immediately did as he was told.

After a while, Xia He used the tools and medicines brought from Curacao to start bandaging his own wounds.

As for how the wound came about...

Of course he really cut it with a knife.

Putting aside his strong physical fitness, he had already fully adapted to this pain when he simulated various battles in the cocoon cabin.

Nowadays, even if you are hit by a bullet, the pain is no different from cutting your finger.

This shows how perverted he is.

Soon, after bandaging the wound, Xia He went to the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel.

After eating two bowls of ramen and a plate of teppanyaki, he felt that the wound on his abdomen had healed almost immediately.

“Is this what they call a sit-up physique?”

He raised his eyebrows in a mysterious way.

Now if I just get some more sleep, I'll probably be back to normal.