Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

On the helicopter,

The four people stared at the display screen intently after throwing for a long time without seeing any movement inside.

In this situation, even if the other party really uses some tricks, it is impossible that there will be no movement at all.

Kiel's face looked a little ugly.

In the video, fragments of human figures are scattered on the ground covered with rubble and broken glass.

Just a quick glance at it was enough to give you a nightmare.

She swallowed the nausea in her stomach and said in a deep voice:

"Totally dead."

Curacao, who was in the driver's seat, carefully confirmed it, then tilted his head to look at the police cars gathered under the neon tower and pressed the microphone:

"Mission accomplished, returning home soon."

"Thank you for your hard work, come back."

There was a perfunctory compliment from the other end of the line, and then the call was hung up.

This operation is now over.

Curacao took a look at the surveillance footage and motioned for Kiel to take a picture and save it.

This was the first time they eliminated a man in black robes, even if there was only one.

The top of the neon tower.

The brave man who was half squatting on it looked through the rain curtain at the attack helicopter that was about to return home, with a bright smile on his face.

He measured the wind speed and the humidity of the air tonight.

At the moment when the helicopter's flank was about to turn, he jumped down from the high tower and opened the hang glider at the same time.

Chianti, who was leaning against the window, was about to say something.

Suddenly, everything in front of my eyes went dark, and then there was a huge "bang!" sound next to my ears.

Then, a pale smiling face pressed against the window glass.

"what happens?!"

"Is there a sneak attack?!"

Kiel and Curacao, who were sitting in the front, had no idea what was happening behind.

Chianti and Cohen were simply stunned by the way Yun Xianhe appeared.

The brave man clinging to the outside of the plane, wearing Ale's skin, smiled gently, his golden fox eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked particularly kind.

The young man leaned his smooth forehead against the cold window and greeted the two people in a brisk tone:

"Hi - good evening!"

"?!"x2

Curacao and Kiel, who vaguely heard someone talking, turned around at the same time and saw Yun Xianhe sticking to the rear window.

Rumbling--

A flash of lightning lit up from behind the other person.

When the pale face was forced into darkness, the pair of bright golden eyes were particularly eye-catching.

Bright like no mortal.

…looks like a ghost.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the person who couldn't possibly and shouldn't be here.

Curacao's hand on the joystick unconsciously relaxed and the plane began to tilt.

Yun Xianhe seized the moment when they were stunned, clenched his hands, which were wearing brass knuckles in advance, into fists, and smashed them hard on the window glass.

Boom!

Click

The cracking sound of high-strength glass is heart-wrenching.

Curacao, realizing that the plane was drifting, quickly grabbed the joystick, while the other three quickly took out their guns and aimed directly at Yun Xianhe.

Curacao swung the plane left and right, trying to throw Yun Xianhe off, while dialing the number again:

"Report! The target person is not dead! He is on our plane now!"

"what?"

Boom, boom, boom,

click!

Clang!

Bang bang bang!

The glass shattered with each blow.

As the pale hand reached in, the other three opened fire.

Chianti, who was closest to him, only saw the other person's hand shaking, as if it had grabbed something and then twisted it.

The bullet that was squeezed into a strange shape fell to the floor of the helicopter with a clang as the young man let go.

The cold wind wrapped in rain poured into the plane through the broken windows.

The brave man held onto the broken window with one hand, and said to Chianti who was standing nearby with a smile:

"Hello, Miss Butterfly."

The plane's sensors emitted a beeping alarm, which made people's hearts beat fast.

Yun Xianhe ignored their vigilance, flicked his wrist, and threw a tear gas bomb into Chianti's arms:

"This is something you dropped. I returned it to you. You're welcome."

Before he finished speaking, the brave man pulled out a stack of newspapers from the system space and blocked the hole in the window that he had just smashed.

White smoke instantly filled the interior of the helicopter.

Accompanied by bursts of heart-wrenching coughs, the plane began to shake violently, and there were signs of falling.

Countless bullets slanted out from the center of the newspaper taped to the window.

Yun Xianhe didn't move at all, letting those things clang and hit the protective shield and fall down.

He looked at the newspaper that had been torn into a sieve and let out a light sigh.

Wrong one. This is this morning's newspaper, which he hasn't read yet.

Cold wind poured into the plane, dispersing the smell of tear gas and successfully rescuing the four people.

But when they saw people still clinging outside the windows, they knew that the crisis was not over yet.

Chianti and Cohen became furious and pulled out two rifles from under their seats, set them to rapid-fire mode, and were ready to shoot Yun Xianhe to death.

Unexpectedly, the other party reached out and forcibly pulled the gun out of Chianti's hand.

The force was so strong that it almost knocked the person against the door.

Cohen quickly grabbed the Chianti:

"hidden!"

hidden,?

In such a small place, there is no escape.

Just when the four thought they were doomed, the man outside the window pointed his gun at the propeller of the armed helicopter and fired all his bullets without mercy.

The sound of gunfire next to his ears made Yun Xianhe frown uncomfortably.

A tinkling sound rang out.

The plane let out a shrill whine as the last bullet struck the propeller shaft.

Yun Xianhe casually stuffed the gun back through the hole in the window, and then smiled at everyone:

"Good night, everyone, remember to go home early."

After saying that, the brave man let go of his hands that were clinging to the top of the plane and fell backwards.

The black cloak rose up with his movement. Yun Xianhe grabbed the end, did a backflip, and used the wind to lightly land on the roof below.

The young man stood firm, patted his clothes, looked up at the plane, and bowed towards the angle where the plane fell.

Elegant and calm.

It was as if he had calculated everything.

"asshole!"

"It's out of control! Everyone get ready!"

Chianti cursed as he packed his things.

When we get back, we have to ask the adults for permission so that we can shoot those men in black robes to death!

Kiel, who had said nothing from beginning to end, turned his head and looked through the window. The young man, shrouded in darkness, disappeared like a ghost under the cover of the rain.

...Could the other party be the second winery?

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Yun Xianhe, standing on the roof, pulled up his hood to block the continuous rain.

He looked at the helicopter that finally fell into the river and stretched his body.

"Well - I'm exhausted."

I don't exercise as much in a whole week as I do this night.

But... I'd be happy if I could make the winery suffer a setback.

The phone in my pocket rang at the perfect moment.

Yun Xianhe took it out casually, and when he saw the note "Zhu Fu Jingguang" on it, the smile on his face paused.

He looked at the neon tower in the distance, then looked at the rooftop below his feet, and the several streets between the two, and was silent for a moment.

...How to go back?