The establishment of the Time Travelers Alliance began in the first year of Conan

Chapter 171 Gin Hates Swimming
The sea breeze is very strong today, and the sea surface is undulating as if it is about to be lifted up by the sea breeze, which undoubtedly provides perfect cover for the evacuation operation after the mission is completed.

Gin really likes the current environment around him, and it even makes him feel a little relaxed.

Like an arrow, the boat loaded with gin and vodka sailed away into the distance, and the slight noise of the engine was drowned out in the thick night.

Looking at the harbor and the light above it that were gradually moving away from him, Gin, who had completed his mission, was now in a happier mood.

That troublesome woman, Miyano, has disappeared, and the organization has one less traitor. More importantly, those annoying sections in the mission system can be gone from now on...

Gin looked down at the metal box in his pocket. The pointers he took out of the bag were now lying quietly in the box, and the three "Clear Eyes" were safely protected in the black sponge.

Gin had already confirmed the details of the pointer, which was exactly the same as the photo attached to the text message. The loot in his pocket made him couldn't help but sneer.

He took out his phone, and the text message editing box on the screen had already been filled with the content in advance. As Gin tapped his finger on the screen -

"Mission successfully accomplished—GIN."

"Is the signal bad?"

He frowned slightly. In the past, the boss's replies were almost immediate, but this time it was much slower than Gin expected.

After waiting patiently for five minutes, the phone finally vibrated and Gin's eyes fell on the screen.

This time, Boss's reply was just a short sentence: "Thank you for your hard work, GIN."

Gin narrowed his eyes, "Heh, that fellow Rum, is still thinking about..."

The thoughts that had just drifted away were abruptly interrupted the next second by the sudden sound of a radio in the distance.

"Please stop and be inspected immediately! Otherwise we will shoot!"

A sudden warning pierced the night sky, and searchlights that rose and fell with the waves swept across the sea surface that had previously appeared as a small dot on the radar.

Then, a bright beam of light pointed accurately at the small boat carrying Gin and his companions in the dark sea.

For the [real timeline], even if Conan has left now, it can still deal with the "disappearance" of Gin and Vodka in an indirect way.

After all, there are almost no ships in this port now, so we only need to use the simplest brute force elimination method to check all the suspicious targets displayed on the radar.

Even radar and helicopters from the nearby air force base were on their way - this couldn't be easier for the GSSRA.

"What a troublesome group of policemen! Why are they here so quickly?"

Vodka was a little panicked by being discovered. He turned his gaze to Gin and said, "Brother! It's bad! We've been discovered!"

The cheerful mood just now disappeared, and Gin's face became ugly again. He looked down at the GPS and quickly calculated the nearest safe landing place in his mind.

The sound of the motor was getting closer and closer. Gin could hear the sound of the coast guard's stern oar pushing the sea water away in the distance. Even with the broadcast just now, he could see more and more beams of light swaying from a distance towards this side.

Fortunately, Gin has become somewhat accustomed to this kind of sudden bad luck.
Just like now, he and Vodka "happened" to be run into by those annoying cops again, he had made some preparations in advance.

Gin slammed the lid of the metal box shut, covered it with a small plastic bag as a waterproof layer, and then hid it inside his clothes and tied it up.

Gin's face was a little gloomy. He urged Vodka to act quickly, and Vodka could hear that his brother's tone was a little stiff.

"Hurry up and put on your diving suit. It looks like we have to swim across now."

Now, the rough sea and cold water in the night did not look pleasant at all.

——They were still halfway to the safe landing place.

At the same time, backstage at the largest theater in New York, Vermouth, who had just taken off her makeup, sat in front of the makeup mirror.

An unread text message was clearly displayed on the screen of the mobile phone placed on the dressing table.

"I need you to disguise yourself as someone—the boss."

……

In a makeshift tent set up on the street.

"Thank you so much, Miss Mizunashi Reina!"

The nurse who had just asked for help tightly grasped the hand of the famous host who had come to donate blood. Facing the nurse's grateful gaze, Mizunashi Rena smiled, gently withdrew her hand, and her tone softened.

"This is what I should do."

But her eyes were on the child lying on the hospital bed beside her.

The child was pale due to heavy blood loss, but his chest was now rising and falling again. Beside the child, his mother, who could no longer donate blood, was also lying on the hospital bed, looking haggard.

Gently bending down, Rena Mizunoshi held the mother's hand as she placed it on her chest in prayer.

"He'll be fine," she whispered.

The mother whose hand was held was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes suddenly became moist. Her lips trembled and she choked as she wanted to say something.

"thank you so much……"

"Don't get excited, you need to rest now."

Then, a sudden rough voice broke the brief silence in the ward.

"It's finally over. These inhuman things."

There was obvious anger in the voice, and it was unrestrained.

"I need to donate blood! Let's stop these patients. Humph, I see, they're all going to be court-martialed soon!"

——They were the soldiers who also came forward to donate blood.

They were not here to cause trouble, unlike those commanders who were dejected and even looked ashen.

Instead, these soldiers looked cheerful, as if they had finally gotten rid of some heavy constraints.

Rena Mizunashi's gaze lingered on them for a moment. None of them had weapons on them. Some of the soldiers had even lowered their voices under the command of the leader, and were whispering to the nurse if there was any way they could help.

"Reina!"

The voice of her familiar colleague came from the door.

"Leave the blood donation to these soldiers! Now the TV station wants you to continue hosting the show!"

Several cameramen carrying video equipment have squeezed into this somewhat narrow temporary ward.

Then, a Nichimi TV employee trotted over to Mizunashi Rena. He quietly pointed at the soldiers who had come to donate blood and instructed her, "I especially want you to report on the current situation here."

As reality urges, GSSRA needs to immediately reverse its impression in front of the public, especially in front of Kudo Yusaku.

Just as Kudo Yusaku requested, and following the orders of the troops that arrived later, the soldiers no longer blocked the streets and allowed medical staff to enter.

Even the soldiers who were blocking the streets immediately laid down their weapons with expressions of relief.

After all, although they had to block the streets due to orders from their superiors, they didn't really want to do it.

This was not the mission they were told when they joined GSSRA.

Especially the order that says "Check every injured person who goes out to see if they are suspicious persons."

All the soldiers showed great resistance and opposition to this order.

Even these well-trained soldiers, when faced with those suffering civilians, those wailing old people, and crying children - almost no one is willing to step forward and "check" whether they are enemies.

So the moment the top leaders decided to lift the blockade, they laid down their weapons without hesitation. Even after being disarmed, some soldiers immediately joined the team to maintain order or help.

"Reina, I know you might think this is a bit..."

"No." Rena Mizunoshi took the microphone handed to her by her colleague. She didn't explain much and put on the professional smile of a journalist again on her face.

"Dear audience friends, what we are seeing now is..."

(End of this chapter)