funbook-pk Chapter 183 The Organized Fireworks Festival!
Chapter 183 The Organized Fireworks Festival!
Wait a minute? What do you mean by "cousins" who play with other people's feelings?! It's like she and Gin were really dumped by Sherry!
Vermouth's hand trembled, and she accidentally broke her newly bought limited edition lipstick, which fell onto her dress.
Gin was more direct. He rubbed his temples and cut off Butbell's input signal: "Shut up. You're going to be a test subject in the organization's medical department for a few days before your brain is even fully recovered."
Beside Edward, "Butbell," who wasn't exactly toyed with by Shuichi Akai but had definitely been dumped, blinked and continued to set up her sniper rifle: "Leave this to me, but thank you for helping me buy Pisco's photos."
“It’s just what the organization should do.” Edward Crowe shook his head, placed the camera film he had bought on the ground, and turned to leave.
A crow that had been waiting for a long time flew in from outside the window, picked up the photo, and flew into the rooftop of Base No. 2.
The photo was taken in the dimly lit Remembrance Hall. A middle-aged couple, both prominent figures in politics and married, are passionately kissing behind guests who are looking up at a slideshow. This photo, if released, would undoubtedly generate substantial extortion. Meanwhile, in a corner of the photo, Pisco is seen firing a gun.
But for Kuromon Haruya, what was more crucial was what lay behind Pisco. A blurry, distorted humanoid figure, with eerie green pupils peering through the film in the darkness, sent chills down one's spine. However, if someone looked closely at the clothing, they could still recognize Kuromon Haruya's identity.
Dissatisfied, Kuromon Haruya flicked his fingers and gave the somewhat worn-out camera at his waist a sharp tap:
"Can't you have any self-control? Forty years later you still can't shake the habit of getting excited over someone's death! Didn't you sneak into bed with that college student who committed the crime while I was sleeping just a few days ago?"
The camera's smooth lens trembled, emitting a teeth-grinding scraping sound, as if it were trying to justify itself.
Hearing the camera's conciliatory gesture, Kuromon Haruya snorted coldly. If this camera from Thomas Sindora weren't somewhat interesting, he would have destroyed this opportunistic object on the spot!
The main body of this "deserter" camera is the lens on which many dead bodies have been projected. After being replaced, it can automatically adapt to any type of camera. Carrying it around allows you to interfere with the recordings of other devices at will, blurring everything from passersby's cameras to the FBI's high-definition pinhole cameras!
Kuromon Haruya hasn't collected many items like this over the years, and he hasn't even tried out all their functions. This camera is one of the most active ones among them; it's normal for the others to go silent or stop working when they encounter him.
Having resolved the troubles, Kuromon Haruya once again focused her attention on her grand plan to create a romantic pairing.
"Gin and Vermouth, those two kids, are really something. Creating such a fun couple pairing and not even mentioning their lonely old father. I'm so sad~"
Yoruichi Kuromon had long forgotten about being badly frightened by the bartending joke before; this was entirely an inspiration he received from the spider.
As everyone knows, the man in the organization is like a crow—completely forgiving and never holds a grudge.
As for the truth coming out after the main Conan storyline is completed...
Anyway, he still has "A Collection of Self-composed Songs for Young Vermouth's Bath" and "A Real-Life Account of Young Gin's Stinky Face and Female Disguise," so they will definitely understand.
Gently stroking the microphone beside him, Haruya Kuromon's thoughts, connected through blood ties with Akemi Miyano, now should be called Akemi Kuromiya's perspective:
"Isn't it nice to see this family bickering like this, Xiaomingmei?"
Back in the lab, when Atsushi and I annoyed Elena, she would occasionally cross her arms and snap back angrily... but they always ended up making different choices.
"Butbel" did not respond verbally, but instead gripped the gun handle even tighter, silently staring at the sinful city of the night.
"Is it the choice to become a painless, living corpse, or to cling to the last thread of hope in the abyss of despair...? Mother, will the hope you speak of truly arrive?"
......
"What! Edward was an undercover agent!"
A bullet suddenly struck the wall, scattering brick dust all over the floor. Jim reached out and fired a few shots back, his jaw dropping in shock.
Anyone would find it hard to believe that their old friend of seven years, with whom they've shared life and death, is an undercover agent!
Bang!
Chianti shook the rifle in her hand, smoothed her frizzy hair, and clicked her tongue repeatedly: "Gin, can't I just switch back to a sniper rifle? This little thing is so short and light, I'm not even sure if I pulled the trigger, it's so boring to use!"
"I don't think Shuichi Akai will come to rescue them. He'll just be throwing his life away! I might as well just kill them all!"
"Chianti, you're so energetic. It seems like you haven't been training hard enough lately."
A commotion arose across the street. Vermouth glanced at Gin, who was calmly smoking and seemed deaf, and yawned wearily.
"You operations department can do whatever you want. Since Sherry isn't here, I'll be right back. Actresses' free time is very precious..."
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The metal scraped together with a sharp, grating sound. Chianti, having already put down his gun, instinctively ducked behind cover. The next second, a black Chevrolet, with a razor-sharp overtaking maneuver, flew out of the alleyway and crashed headfirst into the wall on the other side. The car flipped 90 degrees and stood upright, forming a solid shield!
"Huh???!" Chianti was so shocked he almost dropped his gun.
On the other side of the vehicle, Shuichi Akai rolled over several times to Jim's location, deftly hoisted the wounded onto his shoulder, and called out, "Come with me quickly!"
The detectives' eyes lit up: "Show! You really came!"
Equipped with the small riot shields and bulletproof vests brought by Shuichi Akai, the FBI agents followed the scouted route and entered the alleys near the industrial area one after another.
Chianti fired a shot into the undercarriage of the car: "Gin, don't let them get away!"
"Ignore them, you all need to evacuate immediately, and do it quickly."
In footage uploaded by drones, FBI agents resembled rats scurrying through pipes, frequently using steel frames and buildings to conceal themselves.
Led by Shuichi Akai, Gin watched their disheveled figures gradually approach another car as they fled in disarray. Instead of being angry, he smiled calmly, took out a thin cigarette, and slowly lit it.
"Cohen led me to safety, what are the next instructions?"
Gin drove his car, which had left earlier, to a multi-level parking garage. The Porsche climbed up each level: "Let's just go check out the nearest high ground."
"Huh? What do you mean by that?"
Chianti looked around and led Cohen into a residential building: "Cohen and I didn't bring sniper rifles this time, so don't expect us to snipe Rye with our small, unscoped rifles."
"Of course."
The final ceiling lifts off the front of the car, bathing the night sky in a warm pinkish-purple hue from the city's neon lights. Gin opens the car door, walks alone to the outermost edge of the top floor, pulls a remote control from his pocket, and grins with a bloodthirsty smile:
"Today is the fireworks display celebrating the special pardon granted by that esteemed person."
Boom! Boom! !
Boom boom boom——
The moment the crimson key was pressed, a series of brilliant fireballs exploded in the old industrial park hundreds of meters away! Like dominoes, they ignited one after another, eventually turning the distant buildings into a swirling torch of flames!
Chianti looked up as a thick cloud of black smoke and the smell of explosions engulfed the night sky and the city.
The surrounding residents gradually realized what was happening, and screams erupted. Countless people, still immersed in family reunions, were awakened from their ordinary dreams and came out of their homes, standing on their balconies or doorways to watch the sea of fire in awe.
At this moment, Tokyo is nothing more than a plaything of the organization!