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Chapter 701 Conan: Something's not right, where's the other air marshal? (2 updates)
With the three prisoners apprehended and the remaining potential threats in the cabin completely eliminated, the heavy burden on everyone's hearts finally lifted.

The tense, almost frozen air suddenly began to flow, replaced by a feeling of exhaustion from surviving a disaster and a sigh of relief.

After confirming that the cockpit was safe, the captain couldn't resist getting out of the cockpit himself.

He walked straight up to Shiraishi E and Conan. The experienced captain's face showed lingering fear and heartfelt gratitude. He gripped Shiraishi E's hand tightly, his voice trembling with emotion: "Mr. Kudo, and this little detective... thank you so much!"

"If it weren't for you today, the consequences would have been unimaginable! On behalf of the entire crew and all passengers, I extend my highest respect and gratitude to you!"

He inquired briefly about the situation and learned that all three armed prisoners had been subdued, which put his mind at ease.

The captain dared not leave the cockpit for too long. After thanking the crew again, he hurriedly returned to the cockpit, preparing to contact the ground immediately, change the flight path, and fly the plane back to the nearest alternate airport as soon as possible to hand over these dangerous criminals to the police for strict prosecution in accordance with the law.

Shiraishi E and Conan went to check on Air Marshal Bill's injuries.

Bill leaned against the bulkhead of the kitchen, his face pale from blood loss and pain, but his spirits were still good.

A flight attendant with emergency medical training skillfully used tools from the onboard first aid kit to remove the bullet from his shoulder and applied pressure bandages to stop the bleeding.

Fortunately, the bullet did not hit any vital organs, nor did it cause fatal bleeding.

When Bill saw the two of them approaching, he forced a smile, even with his characteristic roguish air, and said, "It's nothing... just a minor injury... I'll find a chance to have a couple of sips of whiskey later, it'll be better than any painkiller."

Although he himself was shot because of his alcoholism and slowed reaction time, it seems he can't break this habit.

His eyes were filled with sincere gratitude as he looked at Shiraishi E and Conan: "I really owe you both this time! If it weren't for you, I might be done for here."

"You all go back to your seats and rest. Leave the rest to our crew."

Seeing that Bill was indeed alright, Shiraishi E and Conan nodded.

After this thrilling and witty battle, both of them were indeed feeling somewhat exhausted.

They passed through the gradually quieting but still whispering economy class and returned to the relatively quiet and spacious business class.

Conan and Shiraishi E had just settled into their business class seats when Ran and Sonoko, still shaken, eagerly approached, their faces filled with worry and lingering fear.

Ran lowered her voice and asked anxiously, "Conan, Emi, what happened behind us just now? We thought we heard a loud noise, and... and we heard what sounded like gunshots! Has something terrible happened?"

Their question not only attracted the attention of Yukiko and Eri next to them, but also drew curious and nervous glances from the other passengers in business class who were resting or working. The entire cabin's attention was focused on the two of them.

Having just experienced a thrilling confrontation, Conan is currently in a state of mixed fatigue and extreme excitement.

When Ran and Sonoko asked him that question, his little vanity and desire to share immediately swelled up, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He immediately cleared his throat and vividly described what had just happened in the economy class galley area from beginning to end.

From how to identify the suspect through surveillance and passenger data, to how Shiraishi E decisively subdued the bespectacled man and found the handgun, to how to use the broadcast to lure the suspect out, and finally how the two cooperated so well, one taking down the knife-wielding female accomplice in close combat, and the other remotely tranquilizing and subduing the black gunman.

He spoke with great enthusiasm and rich detail, especially when he talked about the key moments, he didn't forget to highlight his own wit and Shiraishi E's bravery.

This story elicited occasional low gasps from Ran and Sonoko, and even Yukiko and Eri listened with grave expressions, secretly alarmed.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding business class passengers looked at the two with admiration and gratitude, and some even whispered things like "Heroes emerge from among the young" and "Thanks to them."

Conan was enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention, feeling extremely pleased with himself, and was just about to add some more exciting details...

Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly, and the smug look on his face froze instantly, replaced by a startled look of astonishment!

A detail he had overlooked, so utterly illogical, pierced his mind like an ice pick!
Something's wrong! Something is very wrong!
He clearly remembered seeing Bill and another white air marshal go into the restroom together for a private conversation while he was using the restroom!
In other words, this aircraft should be equipped with at least two air marshals!
However, from the emergence of the threat, the investigation of suspects, the gunfight, to the final subjugation of all the criminals, the whole process was chaotic. Why was Bill the only one handling it from beginning to end?
What about the other air marshal? Where did he go?

Why didn't he show up during such a major security incident?
An extremely ominous premonition surged into Conan's heart like an icy tide!
He abruptly turned to look at Shiraishi E, who appeared to be resting with her eyes closed. His face turned extremely pale, and his voice trembled with anxiety: "Shiraishi! Something's wrong! We might have been tricked!!"

Shiraishi E slowly opened her eyes, looked at Conan whose expression had changed drastically, and said calmly, gesturing for him to calm down: "Don't rush, speak slowly and carefully. What's wrong?"

Conan explained in a very fast voice, "It's another air marshal! There are clearly two air marshals on the plane!"

“Bill and another person! But since the incident, the other person hasn't shown up at all! Bill hasn't mentioned his partner either! This is very unusual! In such a serious incident, the air marshal, as the partner, couldn't possibly not show up! Unless…”

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi E fully understood Conan's concerns.

With the incident escalating to such an extent, the absence of the other air marshal suggests only two possibilities: First, he is cowardly and afraid of death, and has gone into hiding—but this is highly unlikely for a professionally trained air marshal.

Then, only the second, and even more terrifying, possibility remains—that air marshal is no longer there! He may have already met with misfortune.

Conan noticed the change in Shiraishi E's eyes and knew that she had also realized the seriousness of the situation. He could no longer sit still; he sprang up from his seat and, like an arrow released from a bow, dashed towards the economy class galley!

He had to find Bill immediately and get to the bottom of things, or... find the missing air marshal!

The passengers in business class were completely bewildered by Conan's sudden action, and the atmosphere that had just eased became tense again.

"You guys wait here, I'll go check and come back." After telling Ran and the others not to wander off, Shiraishi E immediately got up and followed them.

When Conan rushed through the economy class, which was still filled with a sense of panic, and into the galley area of ​​the front cabin, the sight that came into view almost froze his blood instantly!
Air marshal Bill was squatting on the ground, deftly untying the handcuffs from the three robbers he and Shiraishi had previously dressed up!

Meanwhile, the flight attendants who had assisted them earlier and were supposed to be maintaining order were lying sprawled on the ground, with obvious bruises on their necks. They had clearly been attacked and their fate was unknown.
A chilling anger and a sense of betrayal instantly surged through Conan's mind!

His face was so dark it seemed to drip water, and he growled in a voice far beyond his years, filled with a chilling intensity: "Bill!! You bastard...you've been lying to us the whole time!!"

Bill paused in his untying of the rope when he heard the sound. He turned around in surprise and saw Conan standing at the kitchen entrance. Instead of being alarmed, Conan gave a mocking smile: "Oh? You figured it out so quickly? You're a bit smarter than I thought, little detective."

Conan clenched his fists so tightly his nails almost dug into his flesh, staring intently at Bill: "So... the other air marshal wasn't missing at all... you killed him, is that right?! You're the mastermind behind all of this!"

Bill slowly stood up, a pistol that appeared out of nowhere in his hand, its dark muzzle pointed steadily at Conan. He admitted it quite readily: "That's right. You overlooked that, what a pity, little detective. You could have died a little more confused."

At this moment, the three robbers who had just been untied also stretched their wrists, quickly picked up the pistols that Bill had prepared for them from the ground, and revealed a ferocious smile on their faces, pointing the guns at Conan.

The situation reversed instantly!

Conan's heart sank to the bottom. He never expected that his biggest mistake was trusting this seemingly responsible but actually treacherous air marshal!

A huge sense of frustration welled up inside me.

Bill chuckled, his tone teasing like a cat playing with a mouse: "But it doesn't matter. Now that you're in our hands as a hostage, I'm sure that Shinichi Kudo outside will be hesitant to act and will obediently surrender, right? He seems to care about you quite a bit."

However, Bill had barely finished speaking—

"Bang bang bang!"

Several sharp and precise gunshots suddenly came from the direction of economy class!

The bullets weren't aimed at the crowd, but rather pierced through the thin partition between the galley and economy class, whistling as if they had eyes, and hurtling towards Bill's arm and shoulder where he was holding the gun!

"Ugh!" Bill was caught off guard and screamed as the pistol in his hand was knocked away. He staggered back a few steps, blood streaming down his shoulder!

This sudden turn of events startled the three robbers. They instinctively turned their guns around and fired wildly at the partition door, riddling the door panel with bullet holes!

Conan reacted extremely quickly. The instant the gun went off, his small body rolled under the nearby kitchen counter, finding cover.

He seized the precious moment when the robbers' attention was diverted and swiftly raised his wristwatch-shaped tranquilizer gun—

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

After three barely audible thuds, the three robbers didn't even know where the bullets came from before they felt a numbness in their necks, their vision went black, and they collapsed limply again, completely losing consciousness.

"Useless!" Bill, clutching his bleeding shoulder, couldn't help but curse as he watched his three men being dealt with in an instant.

These three useless people didn't play any role at all from beginning to end!
They really picked three terrible teammates!!

He glared fiercely at the direction where Conan was hiding, struggling to pick up the gun that had fallen nearby, intending to deal with this troublesome brat first.

However, another shot rang out!
A bullet struck precisely next to the pistol Bill was about to touch, sending sparks flying and startling Bill so much that he quickly withdrew his hand!

Conan stood up from behind the counter, no longer using the tranquilizer dart, and coldly looked at Bill, saying, "That's enough, Officer Bill! You have nowhere to run!"

Bill was panting heavily, his face contorted with pain in his shoulder and the utter failure of his plan.

But as he looked at Conan, a crazed and eerie sneer appeared on his face: "No way to escape? Heh... kid, you're still too naive!"

To Conan's astonishment, Bill, with his uninjured hand, abruptly ripped open his air marshal uniform jacket, revealing what he was wearing underneath—a bomb vest covered in blocks of explosives and intricate wiring! A red indicator light was flashing faintly!
"You think I don't have a backup plan?" Bill's voice was hoarse with madness. "Since the plan has failed... then let everyone on this plane be buried with me! Hahahaha!"

Desperate and manic laughter echoed in the blood-soaked kitchen.

Conan's pupils suddenly contracted, and an unprecedented sense of crisis washed over him like ice water!

(End of this chapter)