My lover is this organization

"What!?"

As soon as the words fell, the crowd who had been standing there at a loss just a second ago immediately scattered in a semicircle, creating a vacuum zone in an instant.

But Fujioka seemed to be irritated by Suzuki Jirokichi's words. He stretched out his arms, which were red and covered with measles, and approached the others step by step like a zombie, muttering constantly.

"Save me...I don't want to die yet..."

"Don't move! Calm down!" Suzuki Jirokichi tried to stop him.

However, this was of no use. At this moment, the freelance journalist, whose body was covered with red hives, seemed to be insane and could not listen to anything others said.

The silver-haired beauty let out a soft click of the tongue upon seeing this, and moved her fingers slightly as if she was about to draw her gun.

Vodka next to him had a similar reaction, but he was still a little hesitant and was still waiting for instructions from his big sister.

The next second, they were each pressed down by a hand.

"No, I'll do it."

After saying this, Qin Wuque loosened his hands, took two steps forward, jumped up and passed through the crowd. He landed, turned around and kicked Fujioka in the chest with a powerful spinning kick.

The latter was kicked away unexpectedly, and flew backwards quickly like a cannonball, and after a 0.2 second hovering time, he hit the wall heavily.

The force was so great that everyone could almost feel the floor beneath their feet shaking violently.

Fujioka's eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot.

"Done~"

Qin Wuque turned around and clapped his hands towards everyone, his tone light, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Soon, Fujioka, who was suffering from measles and showed signs of being infected, was dragged into the medical room by the staff on the airship for forced isolation.

Director Mizukawa of Nichimi TV, who had also been to the smoking room but for some reason had not shown any abnormalities, was also ordered to return to his room.

On the contrary, Kogoro Mouri, the heavy smoker, escaped the disaster because he had been smoking in the observation room. He was now sleeping soundly on the table.

Jirokichi Suzuki was still using his cell phone to keep in contact with the police in Tokyo and Osaka, trying to get support.

Ge You was lying in the dining chair and looking at the ceiling while Qin Wuque was actually a little confused.

He had been thinking that since there was no possibility of an outside invasion while the airship was flying in the sky, the only possibility was that there was a traitor in the airship.

After much thought, the traitor couldn't be from his side, couldn't be from Kudo Shinichi's side, and even less could it be from Sonoko's side. The other three Nichimi TV stations didn't seem to have anything to do with the terrorists, so the only suspect was Fujioka.

As a result, people get infected without saying a word.

Hiss - honestly, is this really reasonable?

Goutou couldn't figure it out.

The atmosphere in the observation room was solemn.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Without any warning, a series of excited cell phone rings rang out in the room.

It is the traditional theme song of Mission Impossible.

Qin Wuque quickly grabbed the phone and took a look.

Oh, it’s Chianti calling.

Rare.

Under normal circumstances he basically only contacts Band Leader Jean, Sister Bei and others, so even though he had the cell phone numbers of Chianti Cohen Vodka and others a long time ago, he hardly ever used them and almost forgot that he had noted down the number before.

The call came at this critical juncture, and it was obvious that something unusual had happened.

Qin Wuque took a deep breath and answered the phone.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"It's me. There's a big problem."

Chianti's voice came from the other end of the phone.

If it was a video call, Qin Wuque would definitely see that Chianti was in the huge space between the first and second floors of the airship. Under his feet was a steel frame supporting the "balloon" part of the entire airship. Twelve huge air bags filled with helium to provide buoyancy were floating quietly on both sides.

Behind her were three naughty kids from the Junior Detective League, who were covering their mouths and looking nervous.

"Snowflake, you may not know what I just saw." Chianti looked down with a slightly excited tone.

"I was wandering around in the airship with three little ghosts, when suddenly the skylight on the top opened and a group of fully armed men jumped in. I saw that they all had guns in their hands, so I led the little ghosts to bypass them. They didn't notice us, but now they seem to be heading towards you."

"Ah."

Qin Wuque on the other end of the phone snorted, seemingly not surprised at all.

"Your reaction is too bland!" Chianti said dissatisfiedly.

"It's not that I'm indifferent..."

boom!

In the observation room, a loud noise was heard from outside the door, and the door was kicked open by someone.

Qin Wuque let out a breath slowly and turned his gaze towards the three heavily armed terrorists who had violently broken into the door.

"But Chianti, you called too late. People have already rushed into my face."

"By the way, by the way, how many people did you see jumping down?"

"Seven." "Got it."

Qin Wuque paused.

"Just continue to wander around in the airship with those kids. I'll contact you after I'm done with this."

"Row."

As soon as the phone was put down, the terrorist who kicked open the door couldn't wait to raise his gun and shout threats.

"Everyone, stand still and don't move!"

The familiar sentence pattern rang in everyone's ears.

At the same time, the same symbol appeared above the heads of a certain silver-haired beauty, a certain witch with a thousand faces, a certain Miss Dolphin, Vodka, Cohen, and a certain dog head in the observation room.

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Chapter 498: Team Destroyed in One Second

"Nobody is allowed to move!"

At the entrance of the sightseeing room, terrorists holding automatic rifles were yelling at the top of their lungs, looking very intimidating.

Although most of the deterrent power comes from the black muzzle of the gun in his hand.

It's enough to scare ordinary people.

But for the experienced winery members...

The sudden change made everyone, who were still immersed in the fear of the killer bacteria, stunned on the spot, and the cold guns forced them to come to their senses. They had to raise their hands tremblingly to show that they had no intention of resisting.

Suzuki Jirokichi was sitting closest to the door. He reacted immediately to the sudden change and stood up from his seat.

He was the first one to bear the brunt of the gun. From an objective point of view, he was the one closest to the threat of death.

Cold sweat rolled down the forehead of the special advisor to the Suzuki Group, but he still maintained basic calm.

"Who are you?" Suzuki Jirokichi tried to negotiate.

Beneath, bee, bee.

Rhythmic footsteps were heard from outside the door, and a middle-aged man appeared at the door, with a head of hair mixed with some gray and neatly combed back into a big bun.

Unlike the terrorist who rushed in as a forward, the middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair who came in later did not have any protective gear on his face. There was an old scar carved across the bridge of his nose, revealing his fierceness.

This looks like a leader level person.

He walked into the observation room slowly, looked around with a haughty look, and with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, it was obvious that he was quite satisfied with the reactions of everyone in the observation room.

"Have you found the test tube under the sofa in the smoking room?" the leader brought it up deliberately.

"test tube!?"

Suzuki Jirokichi was startled and reacted immediately.

"You are... a red Siamese cat?!"

"Ah."

The leader sneered and did not answer, but picked up the walkie-talkie from his body.

However, just as he was about to let his men in other areas of the airship report the situation, the middle-aged man suddenly caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that at the back of the crowd, there were actually a few guys who were still sitting in their seats and eating and drinking the cakes and coffee in front of them without knowing what was happening.

What do you mean? Didn’t you hear what I said?

A feeling of humiliation of being ignored arose in the middle-aged man's heart.

The leader could no longer tolerate it. He pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger at the ceiling.

boom!

The close-up gunshots exploded in the indoor space, which was deafening.

In an instant, a charred bullet hole appeared on the ceiling, and the others almost subconsciously shrank their necks in fear.

The six people sitting at the table in the back continued to do as they pleased, without even the slightest delay in their movements.

It’s time to eat, it’s time to drink.

???

The leader's blood pressure suddenly rose.

He simply swung his gun down, pointing the muzzle directly at Suzuki Jiro's forehead.

"Don't test my patience and make me say it for the third time. Everyone, stand still! Otherwise, I will shoot this old man!"

"..."

This time, Qin Wuque finally reacted.

He put down the silver spoon in his hand, swallowed the cake in his mouth completely, then raised his head and glanced at the leader.

"Do you have the guts to try?"

"……Um?!"

Probably because it was the first time he encountered such a tough hostage, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously tightened his hand holding the gun.

Almost at the same time, Suzuki Jirokichi, who was being pointed at by a gun, suddenly twitched his eyes.

He thought to himself, "It's me who's being pointed at with a gun! You better take it easy, kid!"

The psychological activities of this 72-year-old man perfectly illustrate what it means to appear as calm as an old dog on the surface, but actually be extremely panicked.

Qin Wuque stood up from his seat, followed by Captain Qin and others. He slowly walked past Suzuki Jirokichi and came in front of the leader, raising his chin provocatively.

"Why don't you try it?"

"..."

The leader took a deep breath and didn't dare to pull the trigger.

Killing hostages is a taboo in a hijacking operation, and he understands this.

But a sense of foreboding quietly crept into his heart.

It's really baffling.

The leader calmed himself down a bit, drove away the strange thoughts from his mind, picked up the intercom again and gave orders.

"Everyone report the situation!"

The message was replied quickly.