I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

However, Serabelle simply cleaned her ears with her little fingers and blew away the debris between her nails.

"Oh, so don't be impatient."

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of black tactical gloves.

The walkie-talkie was turned on and placed aside, and gloves were put on.

The mercenary leader who saw this action maintained a calm appearance on the surface, but he was startled in his heart.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the way the boy put on gloves was a bit like... the way a doctor prepares for surgery.

Of course, it turns out that this was no illusion.

The young man put his hands together and clapped them lightly. When he separated his palms, a few silver lines flashing with cold light appeared in the air between his palms.

Serabelle raised her head and looked around: "Hmm~ Let me see if there is any place convenient for hanging things... Oh, I see, here it is."

It seemed like he did it on purpose, as he gave commentary while performing the movements.

"Anyway, let's wrap each finger first... Oh no, I accidentally cut into my flesh and broke my skin and bled. After all, this thread is very sharp..."

"Wait, what are you trying to do... No, no, ugh!"

The mercenary leader hadn't finished speaking when his mouth seemed to be blocked by something and he could only utter desperate whimpers.

And Serabelle's voice continued to come clearly.

"Don't worry, it shouldn't hurt. I've soaked these threads in high-concentration anesthetics... and I've tied them right in the middle of the knuckles. Even if I tie them to the bones, they won't go into the knuckles, and the fingers won't be broken..."

"Woo woo woo woo! Woo woo woo woo woo! (Don't mess around, or I'll fight you)"

"Look, it really doesn't hurt, does it? Although the amount of bleeding is a little heavy, it shouldn't be a big problem. This amount of bleeding won't kill you. It just looks scary..."

“Wooooooooooo!!! (Save me)”

"Oh my god? I didn't expect the team leader had an unopened bottle of killer bacteria on him. Although I personally want to open it and pour it into your mouth, it might create a new source of infection on the airship. Besides, this is a precious sample after all. If I let you drink it like this, it might not be good for the development of the vaccine..."

"Oh, right, why don't we just stuff the whole bottle in there? It's a little bit of a stretch, but if we need to take it out, we can just cut open the throat, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Ugh——!"

Serabelle performed the operation with ease, which made Cat D and Cat F in the cab and the kitchen on the other end of the intercom sweat profusely.

They listened to the entire process through the walkie-talkie, including how their leader struggled hard in the beginning, wailed in pain, and finally lost the ability to make a sound.

Especially with the boy's explanation in the middle, the faint sound of sticky blood dripping on the floor, and the collision sounds when props were picked up and put down, it was enough to make them imagine a bloody torture drama.

As the saying goes, the unknown is the most terrifying.

Human imagination is endless, especially when it comes to scaring ourselves.

The noise from the other end of the walkie-talkie stopped for ten seconds. The boy's voice was no longer heard, and the leader no longer wailed.

Cat D, who was in the cab, bravely picked up the intercom, his voice a little weak.

"I warn you not to act rashly. We have hostages in our hands. If we don't want them to get hurt..."

"Huh? It seems like you still don't understand after I've been talking for so long."

The young man let out a helpless sigh into the intercom.

"What I mean is, even if you are a robber, you should at least know who you want to kidnap. I am not from the Japanese National Police Agency. What does your kidnapping have to do with me? I don't know them. Now I give you two choices-"

"Or else, you can take off your weapons and surrender to the Tourism Bureau within one minute. Regardless of other things, at least the police will not torture you."

"Either you refuse to surrender and resolutely choose to resist, but in that case I will come to you in person and let you experience the same treatment as your leader. Whether you use hostages as threats or directly shoot and kill the hostages, I don't care."

Serabelle paused.

"Ah, there is one more thing. Although the airship has a large space, its structure is very simple. And there are still three hours before the airship lands. That means during these three hours, the airship will be an absolute isolated island in the sky. We have plenty of time to play a happy game of catching people."

"What do you mean, do you want to give it a try?"

"It's okay if you don't answer. I'll only give you one minute. If you don't take off your weapons and show up at the entrance of the Tourism Hall in one minute, I'll come looking for you. This is your last chance. Decide whether you want to take it or not."

After saying the last sentence, Serabelle ended the call.

Half a minute later, the sound of chaotic footsteps as if someone was fleeing was heard in the corridor outside the sightseeing hall.

The young man leaning against the door frame breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound.

Well, now there is only the final step of catching the traitor...

Chapter 221 Kill them all

The perspective changes and the location is on the upper deck of the airship.

In fact, strictly speaking, this place is no longer on the airship, because we have arrived outside the airship.

Under the blue sky and white clouds in the afternoon, a huge white whale with the word "Suzuki" printed on it was bathed in the slightly dazzling golden sunlight. The cold air from high altitude blew over the man's red and rash arms, causing the hem of his short-sleeved shirt to flutter.

Fujioka Takamichi, who was supposed to be isolated in the smoking room, was now standing on the head of the entire airship, overlooking the blue sea in the distance with his eyes extended. His wheat-colored face, which always gave people the impression of having a faint smile, now looked somewhat gloomy.

He took out his cell phone again and took a look at it, but there was still no new message.

Was there any accident?

Fujioka Ryuichi thought irritably.

At the same time, the sound of the wind blowing past my ears brought the boy's voice.

"Are you still waiting for your accomplices to report to you? Don't worry, they are no longer able to send you any information."

Um! ?

Hearing this familiar voice, Fujioka Takamichi tensed up in an instant and turned around to look back alertly.

Serabelle appeared about ten meters behind him, and seemed to have just climbed up from the top of the nearest airship. The top of the opening on the top of the airship at her feet was tilted up, and her hands were hidden behind her back, making it impossible to see her movements clearly.

"Oh, it's you, little brother." Fujioka Takamichi put on a false smile again, "Thank you for what happened at the Tourism Bureau before, but I don't really understand what you mean by accomplice. I just felt it was too stuffy in the airship so I wanted to get out for some fresh air."

Unconvincing excuse.

Not to mention that there is a sky observatory on the airship for fresh air. It is already amazing that a person who was almost scared to insanity after learning that he was infected with murderous bacteria actually had the leisure time to run around.

Serabelle was too lazy to argue with him: "You think so, right? The reason I came up here is just to confirm one thing with you, that is, you led people to break into the biological research institute in Nishitama City, but in the end you didn't even take away a piece of the killer bacteria, right?"

"Hmm? Are you talking about the news that has been broadcast on TV for the past two days? I've heard about that, but unfortunately, it has nothing to do with me..."

"Think it over before you speak."

Before Fujioka Takamichi could finish his words, the boy's hands behind his back naturally dropped down.

Without the obstruction of the torso, two matte black close-range weapons with a faint cold luster also appeared in the former's field of vision.

That was the submachine gun that Serabelle had taken from Cat B and Cat C, who had been shot in the head by two pistol bullets right at the beginning.

"Does it look familiar? These are all picked up from your accomplices."

Serabelle raised two MP5s and pointed the black muzzles at the freelance journalist who was still trying to defend himself.

"To be honest, my marksmanship isn't particularly good, but at this distance I can easily turn you into a hornet's nest."

"..."

Fujioka Takamichi's hands, which were spread out in the air, suddenly froze.

He was badly checked. Although he had a small pistol hidden on his body, compared with the opponent's dual-wielded submachine guns, the intensity of his firepower was like using urine to fight against the fire department's high-pressure water gun.

More importantly, the young man in front of him was obviously different from those policemen who followed the rules and relied on solid evidence to do their jobs. He only believed in what he believed. In other words, no matter how eloquent and sophistry he had, he could not avoid the fate of exhausting the other party's patience and having the trigger pulled to shoot him.

call……

Exhaling slowly, the expression on Fujioka Ryudo's face instantly changed from a hypocritical smile to experienced calmness.

"Okay, okay, I admit that you are indeed amazing. You can actually deduce this far, but if you say that the killer bacteria is fake, how do you know that?"

"Well...it's not really an inference."

Serabelle rubbed the muzzle of the gun in her right hand against her forehead.

"I should say that I noticed it when the killer bacteria was found on the body of your mercenary leader. Normally, if it is such a dangerous biological weapon, even if it is placed in a special container, it must be refrigerated to reduce the activity of the bacteria. But they carried it with them without any hesitation, not to mention carrying it close to their bodies."

"I don't doubt that there are mercenaries who value money over their lives, but judging from the performance of the few men you brought with you... they can't do it."

Serabelle said as she took a step forward, pointing the submachine gun in her hand at Fujioka Takashi who was approaching her step by step.

"I think the ampoule should contain something like raw lacquer, including the ones you put in the smoking room. You found an excuse to go to the smoking room and then sprayed raw lacquer on the door handles and sofas. In this way, everyone who enters the smoking room will touch the raw lacquer on the door handles and develop an allergic rash and itching. At first glance, it looks like they are really infected with killer bacteria."

"Although it is normal for this to smell like raw lacquer since it was newly renovated, the problem is that the smell of disinfectant was everywhere near the smoking room, but the smell of disinfectant at the entrance of the smoking room was mixed with the pungent smell of raw lacquer. This is very strange."

Pop, pop, pop.

After hearing the boy's inference, Fujioka Takamichi actually clapped his hands, with the corners of his mouth raised as if he was extremely appreciative, and then he raised his hands high.

"No more playing, no more playing~ I admit that I lost. Although I had already vaguely noticed that you were different from the others in the tourist hall, I didn't expect that I still underestimated you. I thought that with just a few of them and guns in their hands, it would be no problem to deal with you. It seems that I should have sent a message to remind them earlier."

He walked towards Serabelle step by step, maintaining his posture as if nothing had happened, and his tone sounded as if he sincerely admitted that he had lost.

"Okay, so what are you going to do next? Hand me over to the policeman?"

"No, I won't hand you over to the police..."

Ok?

The unexpected words interrupted Fujioka's train of thought. The experience he had accumulated over the years of working outside made him instinctively sense that something was wrong.

He raised his head suddenly, and the next moment, brilliant flames burst out from the muzzles of the two submachine guns in front of him at an extremely high frequency, and a metal torrent formed by the 9mm caliber brass bullets rushed towards him.

The first bullet hit the center of his eyebrows accurately, and the second and third bullets blew up his eyeballs on both sides...

Fujioka Takamichi's head only held out for a moment before the subsequent fierce firepower exploded and shattered like a watermelon.

Serabelle held the trigger tightly until the magazines of the two submachine guns were empty and only wisps of smoke remained, then he slowly lowered his hands.

"I'm not stupid enough to leave myself an enemy in the world who might take revenge on me at any time."

After taking a final glance at the headless corpse that was falling powerlessly along the outer wall of the airship and rolling slowly towards the sea below, Serabelle dropped his submachine gun and turned around to jump into the open roof at the rear.

The top panel closed, the lock was fastened, and the top of the airship returned to peace again, as if nothing had happened.

Chapter 222: Mrs. Suzuki took control of me again (sad)

The view returns to the interior of the airship. When Serabelle returns to the lower level, the commotion inside the airship has been almost dealt with.

Cats B and C, who were sent away on the spot with a bowl of peanuts each, were put into body bags prepared in advance on the airship for storage, while the only surviving cats D and F were handcuffed by the accompanying police officers who boarded the airship with Inspector Nakamori.

The most tragic case was that of the mercenary leader. After being made an example of by Serabelle, although he was still alive on a biological level, his spirit had completely collapsed.

However, considering that he was a mercenary who lived on the edge of a knife after all, the possibility of resistance after he recovered could not be ruled out, so he was still handcuffed.

On the other side, Conan, who saw Serabelle coming back, immediately ran over and pulled him to a corner, staring at him and questioning him word by word.

"Where have you been just now, man?"

ha?

Serabelle tilted her head in confusion at his question.

"Where are you going...Does this have anything to do with you?"

Conan choked for a moment, but soon changed his tone to a decisive one: "Under normal circumstances... no! But if you kill people indiscriminately, then there will be!"

"How could I kill people indiscriminately?" Serabelle spread her hands. "They are all terrorists. They have put their guns to my head. Should I not resist? Besides, if I remember correctly, we should have discussed this issue before, right?"

"I know! But what I mean is that you need to change your attitude of almost indifference to human life!"

"disregard?"

"That's right! Don't tell me you've forgotten what you said here not long ago. What if C and D overreacted and really opened fire on the crew on the airship?"

The series of actions that Serabell had taken before had caused a great impact on Conan's values ​​and outlook that he had cultivated since he was a child. He was very angry and his small chest rose and fell with the sound of wheezing.

In response to the latter's question, Serabelle gave an answer that was almost a bad answer but completely sincere after a little thought.

"Then I will fulfill my promise and kill them all."

"Of course I know you have the ability to get rid of them all!" Conan was almost furious, "But what about those staff members who were hurt for no reason or even lost their lives?"

“…Cold.”

Serabelle was a little annoyed by him. She sighed, thought seriously for a moment, then raised her index finger in front of her lips as a gesture of silence.