I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

It was indeed a person, about twenty meters away from them, which was not far, but because of the various stairs and walkways on the middle level of the airship blocking their view, and the fact that the person was wearing a long-sleeved sweatshirt and a hat that covered his face, they did not notice them for a while.

"Is that Kidd's accomplice?" Yuantai was a little eager to try.

"No, I think they have nothing to do with Kidd. They are probably from the Red Siamese Cat..."

Conan answered but his body did not move.

After all, the other party is a strong adult after all, especially when it is known that he is very likely a terrorist, if four first-grade children rush up rashly, they will be asking for trouble.

He kept his eyes locked on the man as he climbed up the stairs until he reached the top platform.

Above the net is the top opening of the airship, which is usually not opened because no one goes in or out from that place. It is only used when the work team performs maintenance work.

From Conan's perspective, the hooded man raised his hands after reaching the top platform, opened the lock of the movable roof panel just like opening the lock of the fire extinguisher box in the school corridor, and then returned the same way.

After all the effort of climbing up to such a high place, just to... open a lock?

Before Conan could figure out the problem, at the same time, through the solid outer wall of the airship, he heard the faint sound of a helicopter propeller directly above his head.

It's very close. If it's not shut down, then it can only be--

A few seconds later, the unlocked top panel of the airship was opened from the outside, and several fully armed figures holding guns jumped down one after another.

Conan opened his eyes wide and his pupils shrank slightly.

Something happened, and this time it was a big one!

……

On the other side, in the tourist hall where the atmosphere was still not very good, Serabelle was leaning against the door when she received an urgent call from Conan.

He picked up the phone and spoke in a casual tone.

"Well let me guess, can you find someone to call me, what's the problem?"

"If you know, don't ask so many questions!"

In stark contrast to Serabelle, Conan's voice on the phone was urgent, as if he was in a hurry.

"Listen carefully. We have an undercover Red Siamese Cat on the airship. He just opened the entrance on top of the airship for his accomplices. Now the Red Siamese Cat's people have invaded the airship and should be heading towards you."

"Oh, how many people, and how much firepower?"

"Five people..."

boom!

Speak of the devil and he will appear. The door of the observation hall next to Serabelle was kicked open with a loud bang, and a tall mercenary with a scar on his nose stepped in with a pistol in his hand.

"Everyone, stop moving..."

Pfft!

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh, and the mercenary's wrist holding the gun was pierced by an unsheathed staff sword.

Blood flew out like reeds. The sudden pain made him change the tone of the second half of his sentence, and the pistol fell out of his hand.

Serabelle switched to holding her left hand in reverse, raised the knife and brought it along with the mercenary's pierced wrist, bringing it close to his throat, holding him as a bullet-proof shield in front of her like a hostage.

Then, Serabelle clamped the phone between his right cheek and shoulder, and used his free right hand to catch the pistol flying in the air. He aimed at the other two mercenaries outside the door who had not yet reacted and shot them in the head with two shots.

Before the smoke had cleared, bodies fell to the ground.

The young man, holding a sword in one hand and a gun in the other, glanced sideways at the phone next to his face that was still on a call.

"Five minus two... uh, how many are left?"

Chapter 219 Mrs. Suzuki's legs are clamped

The situation changed too quickly. No one expected that the mercenary leader who was arrogantly shouting "Don't move" in the last second would be reduced to a prisoner in the blink of an eye.

Since the whole process took less than two seconds, Suzuki Jirokichi and others who were completely caught off guard only heard a loud noise coming from the door, and then a man who looked like a mercenary with a gun swaggered in... and was knocked down on the spot by Serabelle who was guarding the door in the next second.

There were also two corpses with their heads blasted apart outside the door.

A minute later, the mercenary leader with a scar on his nose bridge was tied up and kneeling on the ground. As for his wrist that was pierced by a knife, it was simply tied with a clean tablecloth to stop the bleeding.

As long as I don’t die, it’s fine.

On the other side, Conan, who successfully found the three little ones who went out for adventure, also returned to the tourist hall. His face immediately changed when he saw the two corpses at the door.

"You, you killed them all?"

"if not?"

Serabelle played with the pistol she had seized from the mercenary leader in one hand, while the cane in the other hand slowly spun like Draven's throwing axe.

"Didn't you say that they were from the Red Siamese Cats, killing terrorists? What's there to worry about? Besides, someone has a gun against my head and is shouting, 'Don't move.' Do I have to tell him to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha to try to move him? I'm not Tang Monk. Do you have the ability to convince the judge to sentence me to mutual assault?"

"you……"

After saying that, Serabelle ignored him and turned to the mercenary leader who was kneeling neatly on the ground behind him but still holding his head high with an unyielding look.

"I heard that you are the red Siamese cats that raided the Biological Research Institute in Nishitama City? The killer bacteria on the ship were also spread by your people? What is your purpose?"

"Humph……"

The mercenary leader turned his head away, apparently not intending to cooperate with the interrogation.

This is indeed a somewhat rude scene.

Normally, such a conversation usually occurs when terrorists take hostages, and the hostages or police shout at them not to be impulsive and to make any demands, and then begin to ask the terrorists about their purpose in a nice tone.

But now the positions have been completely reversed, and the terrorists are the ones being suppressed, while Serabelle is conducting a series of interrogations like a prison warden.

For example, who are you, what is your purpose, who asked you to do this... and so on.

"Wow, you're pretty tough huh?"

Serabelle stopped turning her cane, tilted her head and looked at the mercenary leader standing aside and gave him a questioning look. After confirming that the other party really refused to say anything, she turned back and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, it's time to straighten your teeth."

boom!

Without any warning, accompanied by a loud bang of flesh colliding, Serabelle exerted force with her right leg and struck the mercenary leader's face with her knee at a speed so fast that it was almost invisible.

The mercenary captain, who had endured this heavy blow, fell to the ground with his back to the ground. After moving three or four meters along the ground, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, with two back teeth mixed in the blood.

Serabelle strode forward, without giving the other party a chance to breathe, she grabbed the mercenary leader's neatly combed white hair and pulled him up from the ground, then squatted down so that their eyes were at the same level.

"You don't seem to understand your situation yet, so let me remind you that the gun is in my hand, and your life is in my hand too, do you understand?"

As if to emphasize that what she said was true, Serabelle placed the pistol in her right hand against the mercenary leader's forehead.

"I ask again, what is your purpose?"

"..."

silence.

Although the mercenary leader did not answer the question immediately, it was obvious that he was hesitant. At least he did not dare to turn his head away like he did just now.

After all, who could have imagined that a seemingly gentlemanly and elegant boy would become so violent when fighting?

At this time, Inspector Nakamori, who was shocked by Serabelle's kick just now, finally came to his senses.

What can I say? Even if the other party is a terrorist, it is not a good idea to beat him like this in front of a criminal policeman like me.

He coughed tentatively to break the silence.

"Stop it now, you can't do this."

"No?" Serabel turned around and asked.

"Uh……"

The words that were brewing in Ginzo Nakamori's throat suddenly choked.

At this moment, Serabelle is really visually impactful.

The handsome young man was holding a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other, his fair face was stained with some blood that was accidentally splashed during the killing. He stood with his head tilted in front of the enemy who fell to the ground in a miserable state and pain, with an expressionless look on his face, as if he didn't care about the passing of life from the bottom of his heart.

Just like the beautiful young killer in the Edo period in Japanese costume dramas.

Mrs. Suzuki, who was also present and saw the scene, took a deep breath and quietly clamped her legs together.

"Can't you ask?"

Serabelle repeated it, but then answered her own question.

"Of course I can ask. Pain is the best torture tool. Although this method may not work on some people due to their great inner awareness, it is still quite useful for these mercenaries who are paid to do things."

"The so-called inability to ask is only because the pain inflicted is not enough. And don't you realize that the reason why he is so tough is just to buy time?"

Delaying time?

Nakamori Ginzo's thinking couldn't keep up.

Serabelle turned to Conan, whose face was uncertain: "You told me when you called me before, there are five of them in total."

“…That’s right.”

"Then the question is, he is the only one here, and the other two companions are dead. Five minus three equals two, so where did the other two cats go?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from the intercom on the mercenary leader's waist.

That was in the cockpit of the airship. A slightly fat mercenary pointed a submachine gun at the heads of the two pilots and held a walkie-talkie in the other hand.

"This is Cat D, the cab has been taken over."

On the other side, the thief’s wife disguised as a waitress in the staff kitchen very tactfully raised her hands and hid among the crowd who were also controlled by the terrorists.

Looking out through the gaps between the heads of the people, one can see that the person controlling them is a young mercenary with a crew cut. After hearing the report from his companion, he also picked up the walkie-talkie.

"This is Cat F. The kitchen is under control."

This is absolutely a terrible situation. To be honest, Kuroba Chikage is already starting to get a little excited.

Yes, it's exciting.

Who is she?

She was a famous thief who once caused a sensation in France and had experienced all kinds of scenes involving gunfire and hail of bullets.

This first comeback is so exciting, how can she not be excited?

But in the next second, whether in the kitchen or the cab, a voice so dull and inorganic was heard coming from the mercenaries' intercoms.

"Thank you for your hard work. This is Maso. Now put down your weapons and gather at the tourist hall."

"Who is this... Maso? Can I use a code name?" Cat F frowned.

Then the voice from the other end of the intercom came again.

"It's Jerry's cousin, you childhood-less thing."

Chapter 220 What does your kidnapping of them have to do with me?

"How naive! You actually want to use this method to stop our actions."

In the tourist hall, the mercenary leader laughed loudly after hearing what Serabelle said.

"We are mercenaries who fight for our lives. We are not the regular army who are loyal and righteous but are dragged down by these messes at critical moments. You don't think that just taking me as a hostage can stop them, right?"

"Don't worry, I never felt that way."

Before he could finish his words, Serabelle raised the intercom in her hand which was in active communication.

"It is true that you are mercenaries who live on the edge of a knife and will do anything for money, but the prerequisite is that you are paid enough. In other words, the first lesson for you to become a mercenary is to know how to weigh the strength and assess the situation. While saving your own life, you must never do a business that loses money."

"Hmm? So even so, you still think that you can make all my subordinates surrender just by threatening me? Although it may be a bit embarrassing to say this, to be honest, I really don't think they will choose to surrender for the life and death of a leader like me."

Hearing the young man's orderly analysis, the mercenary leader, who looked disheveled with messy hair and blood at the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows.

"After all, we are just simply carrying out a mission together. When disaster strikes, we should all flee. The dead will be buried in the ground, and the survivors will share the money and enjoy life. That's all... What's more, we have hostages here, and much more than you do."

As soon as these words were spoken, Inspector Nakamori, Jirokichi Suzuki, Conan and others beside him all looked tense.

They knew exactly what the mercenary leader meant by hostages.

That's right, they are the Suzuki Group staff who are currently in the cockpit and kitchen of the airship.

In terms of numbers, the other side does have more hostages. Even if the hostage exchange ratio is one to ten, only less than one-third can be obtained.