Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

But Ireland didn't ask any more questions, and naturally didn't tell the other party about Yun Xianhe in detail.

After all, those were his bargaining chips to bring down Gin.

"Let him run away."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have known this would happen and asked another question:

"Did you get the memory card?"

Ireland responded.

He used his free hand to pull a memory card from his trouser pocket and showed it to the other person.

Kildoon paused when he saw what the other person was holding through the telescope, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

I really want it... What a pity.

If Matsumoto Kiyonaga's disguise had not been exposed in this operation;

If the other party hadn't looked dazed after being abducted by the Black Robe Organization before...

Human hearts are always changeable and are the things that cannot stand the test.

Thinking about the order he received before coming here and the fact that the person in front of him was from the winery, Kiel said on the phone without any psychological burden:

"Move forward a little. I can't see clearly."

Ireland sighed softly upon hearing this.

He stretched his arm out to give the other person a better view of the memory card between his fingers.

The drizzle of rain fell and hit Ireland's fingers, adding a strange sticky feeling.

Ireland, who always felt that something bad was going to happen, frowned and glanced at the stairs out of the corner of his eye.

There is no sign of the other party, but it is better to leave as soon as possible...

"Do you see clearly, Kiel? If you do, lower the rope ladder. It's raining."

It's a good time for him to go back quickly so that he can report.

Kiel naturally saw it clearly.

At the same time, Chianti, who was sitting behind her, also saw the object clearly through the scope.

After confirming that the goods were correct, Curacao, who was sitting in the driver's seat, spoke directly without waiting for Kiel to speak:

"Do it."

Chianti, who was sitting in the back, couldn't wait any longer and pulled the trigger quickly.

The crisp sound of bullets cutting through the air was drowned out by the sound of wind created by the propeller.

The moment Ireland realized someone was shooting on the plane, his eyes widened in disbelief.

But the high-speed bullet did not give him time to react.

The sharp bullet accurately shattered the memory card but its momentum was unabated, and it was about to penetrate the center of Ireland's chest!

Boom!

boom!

A brick whizzed over and hit Ireland's raised arm with a huge impact, blocking the bullet.

Exactly!

Ireland, whose arm was nearly broken by a brick, fell to the ground and screamed in pain.

I just felt that this was not much lighter than being pierced by a bullet.

He frowned and struggled to look over, and saw a young man with black hair and golden eyes standing at the corner of the stairs, patting his chest with lingering fear.

"Fortunately, I caught up."

The young man walked up the stairs leisurely under Ireland's gaze.

As if he felt that the lights of the plane next to him were too dazzling, the young man raised his hand and gently blocked his face.

Only after he reached Ireland's side did he put down his hand, squinting his golden fox eyes and looking at the helicopter, with a good-looking face and a charming smile:

"Oh yeah? There's an unexpected gain?"

Chianti on the plane was about to celebrate his hit, but the words stuck in his throat.

She saw the young man through the scope.

All the information about the Black Robe Organization came out at this moment.

When Keel, who was sitting in front of her, saw that face, he could hardly control his expression and almost yelled:

"Ale!"

The one who knocked her out!

Curacao, who discovered the other party, called the adult directly:

"Sir, someone codenamed Ale has appeared."

"Where's the target?"

"Ireland didn't get it."

Those who heard this did not react much, as if they had known it would be like this.

After all, geniuses' brains always work very well and they can always easily turn danger into safety.

"Kill them. We must not let them take Ireland away."

"learn!"

After receiving the order, Curacao immediately began to control the helicopter.

Chianti and Cohen, who were sitting in the back row, understood what he meant immediately. They quickly set up their guns and shot at Ireland, who was struggling to get up behind Ale.

On the stairs.

Yun Xianhe, wearing Ale's skin, easily blocked two sniper bullets and said to Ireland without even turning his head:

"Hurry up if you want to live."

Ireland struggled to get up and pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly.

He glanced at the helicopter in the sky and smiled sarcastically.

He originally thought that someone was there to rescue him, but in the end, he was rescued by the enemy.

Thinking about this, Ireland glanced at the nearby 'Ale' and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"You, I know you, the one who knocked out Bourbon and Gil and swapped our goods. Your name is Ale? Who sent you?"

That white-haired genius called for reinforcements?

That’s right, the other party is in cahoots with the man in black robe, so it’s nothing surprising that they call for reinforcements.

But how did the other party get here? Or was he lying in ambush here?

Yun Xianhe did not answer Ireland's question, but just took a step back:

"Oops, we might need to run, uncle."

"what?"

Before Ireland could react to what this meant, Yun Xianhe grabbed the other's arm and rushed upstairs.

At the same time, Ireland also saw the muzzle of a machine gun protruding from under the helicopter.

When Ireland saw clearly what it was, his pupils shrank, and his body reacted almost subconsciously. He turned around and ran up with Yun Xianhe!

"Can't you block bullets?!"

"How can a pistol, a sniper rifle and a helicopter machine gun be the same?"

What good person would be shot by machine guns from armed helicopters for no reason?

A long time ago, at the riverside, Yun Xianhe faced off against Gin and his men’s machine guns, and he was able to defeat them because he was the only one with them.

Plus he was running fast at that time.

But he has Ireland by his side now.

If you want to keep the hostage alive, you naturally cannot just stand there and let the other party beat you.

God knows how many bullets they have prepared this time!

Ireland, who heard Ale's roar, was unable to refute.

The moment the gunshot sounded, the two men also reached the observation deck above.

Yun Xianhe entered the house and jumped to hide behind a load-bearing column, avoiding the machine gun fire.

And he kept adjusting his body to avoid getting hit.

Ireland, which was a step behind, was not so lucky.

The arm that was swinging backwards was pierced by three bullets in succession, and it hung there in half broken pieces.

Fortunately, he ran fast, otherwise it would not be as simple as losing half an arm.

Curacao, who was unsure whether the people in the house were dead or not, was still firing madly at the observation deck.

The helicopter circled the neon tower three times before stopping.

Yun Xianhe, who was hiding behind a load-bearing column, patted the corners of his clothes and casually exchanged a one-to-one replica of a mannequin from the system.

After crushing a bag of fake blood, he leaned the dummy against a load-bearing column, allowing it to slide down the wall little by little and then fall to the ground sideways.

The bright red blood spread on the floor tiles, looking very scary.

This was what Ireland saw when he opened his eyes, his face wrinkled with pain.

He looked at the person on the ground in astonishment, hardly able to believe his eyes.

The other party, just like that,...died?

"If I keep looking at you, I'm going to bleed to death."

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