I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"It's not an ambush. It's to find someone."

Serabelle shook her head.

At this time, Xiaolan exclaimed: "The little friend Conan I met before said that he went to the top floor to look for my 'father' first. I guess the two of them should be in the sky garden on the top now."

"Not looking for them..."

Serabelle paused.

"Let's go up now. If nothing goes wrong, we should be able to meet the 'mastermind' of this incident on the top floor."

"Mastermind?!"

Xiaolan covered her mouth with her hands in disbelief when she heard this and was shocked by the answer.

After all, humans are not diodes.

Although Kogoro Mori is undoubtedly unqualified as a husband and a father, he has at least been supporting his small family for the past ten years.

What's more, what Xiaolan hates are just the bad habits of Kogoro Mouri in life, such as smoking, drinking, spending money lavishly, gambling, and completely disregarding other people's feelings.

But these problems can be solved by living separately like my mother did. It’s not to the point of life and death.

And if the person on the roof at this moment is really the mastermind of the entire pirate attack on Singapore, then he must be someone who has connections with the pirates.

Considering how ruthless pirates are, wouldn't Dad be...

"Don't worry too much, if I remember correctly, Ran, you once said that Uncle Maori is a judo master?"

Serabelle turned to look at the worried unicorn girl behind her.

Xiaolan nodded slightly: "Yes, my mother told me that Dad is actually very good at judo. He was famous in the high school club. However, he always performed poorly due to stage fright and nervousness when he went on stage for competitions, so he never won a competition."

"Then there's no problem."

Serabelle retracted her gaze.

"First of all, the mastermind has no reason to attack Uncle Maori. Secondly, even if the two sides really fought... Uncle Maori's martial arts skills would probably be enough to beat the other party directly."

"So you already know the identity of the mastermind?"

Mary Akai put one hand on her waist, and the other hand holding the submachine gun hung naturally at her side.

"It's not that I know, it's just a guess."

Serabelle looked up at the sky and recalled carefully.

"When I was hiding above the elevator, I heard the pirates talking about the Fist of Blue Sapphire. They said that the gem was the reward for their operation, and the only person who possesses this gem is..."

"Leon Law?"

Recalling the appearance of the owner of this name, Akai Mari couldn't help but frown.

It should be said that her first impression of Leon Lao was very bad. One could tell at a glance that he was the type of person who had some things but not much, yet was very pretentious.

And usually such people are arrogant and narrow-minded. They may not be able to compare with others in terms of their own physical strength, but they are very easy to hold grudges against others.

This type of people often become jealous when they meet someone who is better than themselves, and will secretly trip up those others. When they meet someone who is worse than themselves, they will look down on the person from the bottom of their hearts. In short, it is difficult to get along with them in every sense.

Just like quite a few of my former colleagues in MI6.

"Is that the safe-deposit maker you met on the first night?"

Vermouth had no impression of the other person, and it took her a while to remember the character with that name.

"But why would he let the pirates bomb Singapore?"

"I don't know, I can't figure it out..."

When this question was mentioned, Serabelle couldn't help but roll her eyes helplessly on her expressionless face.

God knows why a safe maker would suddenly fall ill and think of letting pirates bomb Singapore.

If we must analyze it from the perspective of normal human logic, then it can only be understood as profitable. Considering that this guy is a safe maker, then it is very likely that he wants to use the pirate attack on Singapore to prove that Singapore's defense is weak?

So that he can better promote his safe?

But even so, you can’t let all Singaporeans live in safes!

To sum up, it is completely incomprehensible.

……

At the same time, on the sky garden on the top floor of the hotel, a figure in a suit and tie stood by the hundred-meter-long swimming pool facing the evening breeze.

Ahead is a transparent glass fence. Looking down through the glass fence, you can see the bustling Singapore Marina Bay ablaze under the night sky. Thick black smoke mixed with the evening breeze and rising against the backdrop of neon lights.

"Look! Did you see it, Jamaldin? Singapore will be destroyed tonight, but it will be reborn in my hands tomorrow! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!!!"

The former Singaporean detective and renowned criminal psychology scholar seemed to have gone mad.

He laughed wildly towards the sky, his crazy laughter floating in the evening breeze. Behind him, the tall and fierce-looking karate man in a snow-white shirt remained silent from beginning to end, like a sculpture.

However, this superficial calm was soon broken by the voice of the young man.

"What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here, Mr. Lyon."

"……What?!"

Hearing this voice, Leon, who was laughing wildly the last second, suddenly stopped smiling and turned around.

Jamaltin, who was standing behind him, reacted faster. He turned around the moment the sound was heard and took a defensive stance.

But when he saw the person clearly, his pupils shrank.

The blood had long stopped flowing and dripping, and was replaced by a darker brown color after drying.

There is no strong smell of blood as at the beginning, but it makes people smell the breath of death more easily.

Serabelle, who looked like she had just crawled out of a mountain of corpses, was sipping a glass of orange juice that she had stolen from some counter. Her face, which was covered with bloodstains, looked so calm as if everything was normal. She stood on the steps at the back, quietly watching the two people below.

“Sai, Sera-kun? Why don’t you seek shelter at this time but appear here instead? I am…”

Leon stiffly tried to change the subject.

Serabelle didn't want to listen any further and interrupted him.

“There’s no need to play dumb, Mr. Leon. Do you plan to confess directly, or should we go through the process and start with the interrogation?”

Chapter 784: A treacherous heart and a changing fate, how can a dog or a donkey be called the supreme

frank?

The slightly contemptuous words fell into Leon Lao's ears, causing a flaw in the perfect smile on his face.

Who is he?

He is a former famous detective in Singapore and the most renowned criminal psychology scholar in Singapore... an expert!

It has always been the case that others have confessed to Leon, so why should he confess to others?

Absolutely impossible!

However, considering that the subsequent transaction must not be seen by any outsiders, Lyon decided to keep it secret.

In a flash, the famous criminal psychology scholar once again showed that decent smile on his face, looking well-dressed and respectable.

"Sera-kun, what are you talking about? We just happened to meet here... By the way, I still don't know what happened down there. Was there a gunfight? I seemed to have heard an alarm before, saying that a tanker had landed directly at Marina Bay, which frightened many people in the Sky Garden and made them run downstairs desperately. I couldn't squeeze past them, so I had to stay upstairs. But now it seems that the choice to stay upstairs seems to be the right one, and I'm also very happy that you, Sera-kun, made the same right choice as me."

"but--"

Changing the subject, Leon's eyes fell on Serabelle's blood-stained clothes.

"Sera-kun, you seem to have been seriously injured. If that's the case, I suggest you go to the hotel's infirmary for treatment as soon as possible. The infirmary is on the 37th floor..."

"You talk too much nonsense."

Without letting Leon continue, Serabelle took a step forward and walked down the stairs.

As he took this step forward, Leon Lao subconsciously took half a step back.

As for why it was only half a step, it was because there was only half a step of space behind him to the glass fence.

"I forgot to mention that I have already dealt with half of the pirates you invited. The remaining half are still on their way. They should arrive soon, but it will be enough time for me to deal with you."

Serabelle's tone was as if she was delivering the final verdict to the sinner.

He raised his face slightly, and Leon's face was reflected calmly in his very light brown eyes.

"Since you don't want to confess, that's fine. So, do you have any final words to say?"

tsk...

Leon gritted his teeth.

"Jama'al-Tin!"

No longer caring about gentlemanly manners, he shouted out the bodyguard's name.

Almost at the same time, the sturdy man in the shirt with sharp eyes also raised his fist forward, and his eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.

He was hired by Lyon to participate in the competition, and also served as the latter's bodyguard to provide personal protection for Lyon during the competition, although actively attacking others is theoretically not within the scope of a bodyguard's job.

But it doesn’t matter, there is only one person on the other side!

"Drink!"

With a loud shout, Jamaldin threw a powerful punch.

He had used this move to defeat various masters who came to compete for the championship in the Zhonghan Cup. His quick and powerful punches were the secret to his victory. Even heavyweight fighters could hardly reach the power of this punch, let alone a mere teenager... Hmm?

The wind from his fists fluttered his sleeves and his shirt fluttered in the wind.

But...the punch that was supposed to hit landed in the air.

"Do you think this will stop me?"

For some reason, the young man's voice suddenly came from behind him, carried by the evening breeze, causing Jamaldin, who was still in a punching posture, to turn his head slowly like a rusty robot.

A slight chilly touch came from all parts of the body. The karate master, whose attack missed, looked down in surprise and suddenly discovered that all parts of his body had been wrapped with silver threads without him noticing.

The source of the silk thread was held in the hand of the young man behind him.

"This is……"

"Sorry, I was so busy talking that I almost forgot to take care of you."

Serabelle glanced at him, suddenly clenched her five fingers together, and pulled hard.

The sturdy man who was still standing there poised a second ago was instantly cut into more than a dozen pieces. His limbs, head and chest collapsed separately, splashing a large amount of fishy blood on the ground.

"That way no one will bother you."

After shaking off the blood on the line in the air, Serabelle took it all back into her hands, then turned her gaze back to the well-dressed man in front of her.

"Okay, there's nothing else to say, right?"

"you……"

Watching Jamaltin being killed and dismembered in front of his eyes, Lyon's face turned pale and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

“Do you know what you are doing? Do you know what I am doing? I just want Singapore to be reborn!”

Although he was shouting, he did not lose his composure. He was unwilling to do so before, but now he had to do so.

Leon knew very well that he had absolutely no chance of winning against the young man in front of him, so the only thing he could do now was to delay until Eugene's pirates arrived.

Seven steps away, the gun is fast! Within seven steps, the gun is fast and steady!

No matter how good you are at thread brushing, the human body is still fragile in the face of cold weapons!

"I once had an urban reconstruction plan that could have raised Singapore's operating efficiency to a new level, but because those short-sighted old guys like Chen Zhonghan were unwilling to admit their own incompetence, they actually rejected my plan completely!"

"For my dream and for the future of Singapore, this is a necessary sacrifice!"

"Tonight Singapore will be destroyed, but tomorrow it will be reborn, a better and stronger country!"

Talking about his great plan, Lyon couldn't help spitting when he got excited, and his whole state was almost crazy.

Of course, maybe he himself thought that speaking in this way was extremely contagious, just like the mustache in Germany in the last century.

But in Serabelle's eyes, it can only be described as two.

After all, you are just a safe maker. Even if you were a criminal psychology expert for a while before, that has nothing to do with urban planning.

Could it be that after playing Cities, Skylines for two days, he felt that he was good at urban planning?