Conan: Rice Flower Spring

Chapter 241 235. Big Mixed Exercise · Decent [asking for monthly ticket]

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"Why didn't you shoot the photographer?" Gin asked Pisco without any emotion.

"What photographer? I..." Pisco couldn't understand what was wrong with Gin, but when he saw himself holding a pistol and aiming at the ceiling on the laptop screen, his entire back was instantly wet with cold sweat.

"What's going on? How could this happen? I remember the flash at that time!"

Pisco suddenly realized that he had thought the flash was taking pictures of someone or something else.

In fact, this is exactly the case - unfortunately, Pisco is like an uninvited guest, attracting all the highlights of the photo to himself.

"There is a risk of being photographed during the mission, why didn't you report it?" Gin continued to ask. His expressionless face made Pisco vaguely aware of something.

"I just thought so at that time," Pisco stammered, trying to make excuses for himself.

But as a veteran of the organization, he knew very well that as the director of the executive department, Gin was standing in front of him at this moment, and he thought that excuses and reasons were useless.

"Hey, Gin..." Pisco trembled all over, and then said tremblingly with the last bit of luck:

"I am a veteran of the organization. I have made contributions to the organization. I have shed blood for the organization and I have made contributions to the organization!

The boss won't let you kill me!

Gin, there must be something wrong! Let me talk to the boss, let me contact the boss! "

Suddenly, the boss became Pisco's last straw, as if he could survive if he could contact the boss.

"It's too ugly, Pisco. These are the last moments of your life after all, so be respectful.

Who in this wine cellar has not shed blood for the organization, and who has not made contributions to the organization?"

After saying this, Pisco calmed down. After all, Pisco was a spirited man who had come out of the sword and gun.

When the situation seems hopeless, we instead have the courage to face it.

"You're right, Gin. You should be more respectful at this time." Pisco took out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Then he took out the pistol he had been hiding from his bosom.

To be precise, it was not hiding at all, but given Pisco's public identity, even if he was searched, he would be the last in the batch.

He had plenty of time to get rid of the weapons on him, but now Pisco had a decent capital.

"Brother, be careful!" The moment Pisco pulled out his gun, Vodka immediately pulled out his gun and pointed it at Vodka, then stepped forward and protected Gin behind him.

Gin silently pushed away the vodka. Pisco was just pulling out a gun. He really wasn't afraid at all.

"What a loyal man, what a pity." Pisco said this while looking at Vodka, but his eyes were not focused on Vodka.

Pisco's gaze passed through Vodka and slowly went to somewhere unknown.

"Haha, when the birds are gone, the good bows are put away; when the cunning rabbit dies, the running dogs cook the gin. You will also have such a day. I will go ahead and wait for you downstairs."

After saying this, Pisco looked at Gin steadily and said, "Karasuma Renya, you, a prisoner who plays with time, will be abandoned by time sooner or later.

You are destined to become a wandering ghost with no place to go. I curse you, I curse you!!!"

After Pisco finished speaking, he shot himself.

Neither gin nor vodka reacted much to Pisco's last words.

Outrage? Absolutely nonexistent.

Because they knew very well that Pisco was telling the truth. Today was Pisco's turn, when would it be their turn?

"Brother, Pisco's body" Gin and Vodka had no trouble getting into the hotel, but getting Pisco's body out was a bit of a hassle. Although the police from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department were useless, they were not completely useless.

It is extremely difficult to divert such a large target.

What's more, they have other actions to take later. They can't go to the FBI with Pisco's body, right?

The sense of ritual is a bit too strong.

Gin glanced around and noticed a whole box of Spiatus placed under the wine cabinet not far from Pisco's body.

Spiatus, a distilled vodka produced in Poland. It is also called water of life.

Gin gestured to Vodka, and then he and Vodka found many liquors together.

"Let's go."

Gin and Vodka walked out of the wine cellar one after another and stood at the door of the wine cellar. Gin lit a cigarette.

After taking a deep puff, he took one last look at Pisco's body.

A veteran of the organization would actually die in such an unknown corner one day, unknown to the public.

Perhaps his fate would be the same as Pisco's, dying hastily in some unknown corner one day.

The orange-red cigarette butt drew a parabola, and the alcohol, which evaporated quickly upon contact with the air, was instantly ignited.

The fire in the entire wine cellar grew extremely rapidly because of sufficient combustible materials, and soon the wine cellar was engulfed in flames.

The smoke set off the smoke alarms and fire sirens began to sound throughout the hotel.

The hotel, which had been not peaceful to begin with, was now in complete chaos - the guests in the banquet hall obviously would no longer give face to the police at this time.

When their own interests or even safety are not involved, they are quite willing to cooperate with the police.

But when their lives are threatened.
There was chaos at the memorial service, with a large number of guests pouring out of the memorial service door and rushing towards the hotel's main door.

Although the fire alarm sounded, the fire source was unknown. The guests on the first floor were much luckier than the residents upstairs.

Three FBI agents were also mixed in with the crowd, and they even remembered to collect their guns when they left.

Because they just noticed that Vermouth had moved and left with the crowd.

In the panicked crowd, the three FBI agents tried their best to close the distance between themselves and Vermouth - if they couldn't track her, arresting her on the spot would be a good option.

Anyway, the FBI wants to catch people. They didn’t catch Gin at first, but it’s pretty good that they caught Vermouth now.

According to her colleague Shuichi Akai, Vermouth, a mystic and a maverick in the organization, might know more than Gin.

Vermouth's figure was looming in the crowd, and in a few blinks of an eye the three FBI agents discovered that they had lost track of Vermouth.

hateful!

Just as the three were trying to find the "missing" Vermouth, the danger from the organization was approaching them.

Two men in black mixed in with the crowd, most of whom were wearing black (wearing black at memorial services shows respect), and finally came up to them.

【puff--】

【puff--】

(End of this chapter)