Ke Xue: Xiaolan delivers goods to your door at the beginning

A few seconds later, the zipline of the airship was unlocked by someone from the outside, and several fully armed figures jumped down one after another.

Conan's eyes widened, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Something terrible has happened, and this time it's a major disaster!

……

On the other side, the atmosphere was still the same: the old good Lin did not go anywhere (the five sightseeing) in the hall @ Zhong Lin Xiaofeng V leaned against the door and received an urgent phone call from Qi Keyinan.

He picked up his phone, speaking in a casual tone.

"Hmm, let me guess. The fact that someone called suggests something's wrong."

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

In stark contrast to Lin Xiaofeng, Conan's voice on the phone sounded extremely urgent, as if his eyebrows were on fire.

"Listen carefully, there is a Red Siamese Cat spy on our airship. He just opened the entrance on the top of the airship for his accomplices. Now the Red Siamese Cat's people have infiltrated the airship and should be heading in your direction."

"Oh, how many people, and how much firepower do they have?"

"Five people..."

boom!

As if on cue, the door to the observation deck next to Lin Xiaofeng was kicked open with a loud bang, and a tall mercenary with a scar across his nose stepped in, pistol in hand.

"Everyone stay still..."

Pfft!

Before he could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet pierced through his flesh, piercing the mercenary's wrist that was holding the gun.

Blood scattered like reeds, and the sudden pain caused his last words to change, and the pistol flew from his hand.

Lin Xiaofeng stepped forward, using the latter as a riot shield in front of him, as if he were holding a hostage.

Then Lin Xiaofeng used his right cheek and shoulder to hold the phone, freeing his right hand to aim at the other two mercenary lackeys outside the door who hadn't reacted yet, and fired two shots into their heads.

The smoke of battle had not yet cleared when the corpses fell to the ground.

The boy glanced sideways at the phone next to his face, which was still in a call.

"Now there are only three people left."

The situation changed too quickly; no one expected that the mercenary leader, who had been arrogantly shouting that no one was allowed to move just a second ago, would become a prisoner in the blink of an eye.

Since the whole process took less than two seconds, Suzuki Jirokichi and the others, who had no time to react, all they heard was a loud bang from the doorway, followed by a man who looked like a mercenary with a gun swaggering in... and was immediately knocked down by Lin Xiaofeng, who happened to be guarding the doorway, in the next second.

There were also two more corpses outside the door, their heads blown apart.

A minute later, the mercenary leader, whose nose was scarred with a knife, was bound hand and foot and kneeling on the ground. His pierced wrist was simply tied with a clean tablecloth to stop the bleeding.

As long as I don't die, it's fine.

Meanwhile, Conan, who had successfully found the three kids who had gone on an adventure, returned to the observation deck and his expression immediately changed when he saw the two corpses at the entrance.

"You...you killed them all?"

"if not?"

Lin Xiaofeng looked relaxed.

"Didn't you say they were from the Red Siamese Cats, killing terrorists? What's there to be conflicted about..."

"you……"

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

"I heard you're the red Siamese cats who raided the Nishitama City Biological Research Institute? And the killer bacteria on the ship were also spread by your people? What was your purpose?"

"Humph……"

The mercenary leader turned his head away, clearly indicating that he had no intention of cooperating with the interrogation.

This is truly a rather absurd scene.

Logically, such dialogue usually occurs when terrorists have taken hostages, and the hostages or police shout that they should not act rashly and that they can make any demands, and then begin to politely inquire about the terrorists' purpose.

But now the positions have completely reversed, with the terrorists being suppressed, while Lin Xiaofeng is like a warden conducting a series of interrogations.

For example, who are you, what is your purpose, who told you to do this, etc.

Wow, that's pretty tough, huh?

Lin Xiaofeng stopped spinning his cane, tilted his head, and gave the mercenary leader a questioning look. Only after confirming that the other party was indeed unwilling to say anything did he turn back and let out a soft sigh of relief.

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

boom!

Without any warning, accompanied by a loud bang from the collision of flesh, Lin Xiaofeng's right leg suddenly exerted force, delivering a knee strike to the mercenary leader's cheek at a speed so fast it was almost invisible.

The mercenary captain, who had taken the heavy blow, fell backward to the ground. After sliding three or four meters along the ground, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, which also contained two molars.

Lin Xiaofeng strode forward and, without giving the other party a chance to catch his breath, grabbed the mercenary leader by his neatly combed, white-haired slicked-back hair and forcibly pulled him up from the ground, then bent down to bring their eyes to the same level.

"You don't seem to understand your situation very well, so let me remind you: I have the gun, and your life is in my hands. Understand?"

As if to emphasize that what he said was true, Lin Xiaofeng held the pistol in his right hand to the mercenary leader's forehead.

"I'll ask you one more time, what is your purpose?"

"..."

silence.

Although the mercenary leader did not answer the question immediately, it was clear that he was also hesitant, at least he dared not turn his head away so defiantly as before.

After all, who would have thought that a seemingly gentle and refined young man would become so violent when he gets into a fight?

At this moment, Inspector Nakamori, who was shocked by Lin Xiaofeng's kick, finally came to his senses.

How should I put it? Even if the other party was a terrorist, it was really inappropriate to beat him up like that in front of a criminal police officer.

He tentatively coughed lightly, breaking the silence.

"Stop it! You can't do this."

"Is that not allowed?" Lin Xiaofeng turned around and asked.

"Uh……"

The words that Nakamori Ginzo had been holding back suddenly caught in his throat.

Lin Xiaofeng at this moment was truly visually striking.

The handsome young man appeared calm and collected, his fair face smeared with a drop of blood from the carnage. He stood with his head tilted before the battered and writhing enemy, his expressionless face suggesting he was indifferent to the loss of life.

Mrs. Suzuki, who also witnessed this scene, gasped softly, subtly clenched her legs, and immediately ovulated.

"Can't you get any answers?"

Lin Xiaofeng repeated it, but then answered his own question.

"Of course you can get the answer. Pain is the best tool for interrogation. Although this method may fail on some people due to their great inner resolve, it is still quite effective on these mercenaries who are paid to do things."

"The reason he can't get the answers is simply because the pain he inflicted wasn't enough. And haven't you noticed that he's being so tough just to buy time?"

Delaying time?

Nakamori Ginzo (Mali's) train of thought can't keep up.

Lin Xiaofeng turned to Conan, whose expression was uncertain: "You mentioned it when you called me before, right? There are five of them in total."

“…That’s right.”

"So here's the question: he's the only one here now, and his 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 walkie-talkie on the mercenary leader's waist.

That was the cockpit of the airship. A slightly overweight mercenary pointed a submachine gun at the backs of the two pilots' heads, while holding a walkie-talkie in his other hand.

"This is Cat D, the cockpit is under control."

Meanwhile, in the staff kitchen, the phantom thief wife, disguised as a waitress, wisely raised her hands and hid among the crowd who were also controlled by terrorists.

Looking out through the gaps between the heads, you can see that they are being controlled by a young mercenary with a buzz cut. Hearing the report from his comrades, he also picks up a walkie-talkie.

"This is Cat F, and the kitchen is now under control."

This is an absolutely terrible situation, and to be honest, Kuroba Chikage is starting to get a little agitated.

Yes, I'm excited.

Who is she?

She was once the infamous Lady Thief, who caused a sensation in France and had survived all sorts of dangerous situations.

With her comeback match being so exciting, how could she not be thrilled?

But the next second, a bland, inorganic voice came from the mercenaries' walkie-talkies, whether in the kitchen or the driver's cab.

"Thank you for your hard work. This is Maso. Put down your weapons and assemble in the observation deck immediately."

"This... who is Maso? Can we use his code name?" Cat F frowned and asked.

Then the voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie again.

"He's Jerry's cousin, you little brat who never had a childhood."

524. I can't afford to play anymore.

"Naive! They actually dare to try to stop our operation in this way."

In the observation deck, the mercenary leader immediately burst into loud laughter after hearing what Lin Xiaofeng had said.

“We’re mercenaries who live on the edge, not regular soldiers who are usually loyal and sentimental but get dragged down by this mess when it matters. You don’t actually think you can stop them by just taking me hostage, do you?”

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

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Xiaofeng waved the walkie-talkie in his hand, which was still in use.

"Admittedly, you are mercenaries who live on the edge, and you will do anything for money, but the premise is that the money is enough. In other words, the first lesson you learn as mercenaries is to know how to weigh the pros and cons and assess the situation. While protecting your own life, you must never do anything that is not profitable."

"Hmm? So even so, you still think that you can make my entire subordinate surrender by just using me as a hostage? Although it may be a little embarrassing to say this, to be honest, I really don't think they would choose to surrender for the sake of my life as their leader."

Hearing the young man's well-organized analysis, the mercenary leader, who was disheveled with messy hair and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows.

"After all, we're just partners in carrying out a mission. When disaster strikes, we should all go our separate ways. The dead should be buried, and the survivors should share the money and enjoy life. That's all... Besides, we have hostages here, and far more than you do."

Upon hearing this, Inspector Nakamori, Jirokichi Suzuki, Conan, and the others present tensed up.

They knew exactly what the mercenary leader meant by "hostages."

That's right, those are the Suzuki Group staff members who are currently in the airship's cockpit and galley.

In terms of numbers, the other side does indeed have more. Even if the hostage exchange were conducted at a ratio of one to ten, less than one-third of the hostages would be returned.

However, Lin Xiaofeng simply picked at his ear with his little finger and gently blew away the bits of debris from under his fingernails.

"Sigh, that's why I said don't rush."

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

The walkie-talkie was on and placed to the side, and gloves were put on.

The mercenary leader maintained a calm demeanor on the surface upon seeing this action, but inwardly he felt a chill.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the way the boy was putting on gloves reminded him of... how a doctor prepares for surgery.

Of course, this proved to be no illusion.

Ling Shao Nianmeng clasped his hands together and gently clapped them. When they separated, thin silver threads, shimmering with a cold light, appeared between his palms in the air.

Lin Xiaofeng looked up and around: "Hmm~ Let me see if there's anywhere convenient to hang things... Oh, I've got it, this is it."

As if on purpose, he performed the actions while providing commentary.

"Let's wrap each finger with it first... Oops, it accidentally cut into my flesh and bled. This thread is quite sharp after all..."

"Wait, what do you want to do... No, no, um!"

Before the mercenary leader could finish speaking, it was as if something had gagged him, leaving him only able to utter desperate whimpers.

Lin Xiaofeng's voice continued to come clearly.

"Don't worry, it shouldn't hurt. I soaked these threads in a high-concentration anesthetic... and I tied them right in the middle of the knuckles. Even if they cut into the bone, they won't fall into the knuckles. The finger will just break off..."