Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Curacao asked back, not understanding what the other party was saying.

However, when she saw that the other party seemed to be even angrier than her, she almost laughed out of anger.

Come on, the person who was beaten was 'her', and you, the one who fired the shot, are still angry?

No matter what one thinks inside, at least that’s how one’s superb acting skills are conveyed to the outside world.

Gin, who had been tortured by those damned men in black robes and was a little neurotic, didn't care what Curacao thought.

A guy who had just been separated from Rum by the boss was not enough to threaten him.

So regardless of whether Curacao was happy or not, and regardless of whether the other party would retaliate or complain to the boss, he handcuffed the other party directly.

Curacao, who was usually used as a secret weapon to store memory, was naturally no match for Gin in terms of physical skills, and could only be forced to let the other party lock his handcuffs on the armrest beside him.

Just now he was welcomed back, and in the blink of an eye he became a prisoner.

As if to prevent Curacao from escaping, Gin even locked him with three handcuffs.

"..."

The man with half of his arm hanging on the armrest looked at the three things, then looked at Gin who seemed to be thinking about killing them directly, pulled the corner of his mouth, and said unhappily:

"If I had known I would have jumped off the Ferris wheel and looked for absinthe."

"Heh, even Vermouth can't save you. You'd better be the real Curacao."

"Just wait for me."

The simulated 'Curaçao' has a diligent character.

Gin didn't care about the other party's little threat.

After all, he had been threatened many times, and he had never seen anyone succeed, so he was basically immune to it.

Besides, we can deal with the truth of 'Curacao' later, so let's deal with that damn black-robed man on the Ferris wheel first!

"Haven't you found him yet?"

"Besides him, there were two other adults moving inside the Ferris wheel."

Vodka enlarged the thermal imager's scan feedback for Gin to see and reached out to touch the laptop screen.

Gin took a look and showed no further interest.

At worst, they'll all be killed.

"No, brother! They are defusing our bomb! They are in cahoots with that guy just now!"

The past experiences in the romantic city instantly hit Vodka's mind, making his fingers tremble involuntarily.

It’s terrible... These scary guys finally chased us here.

Why can't they let them go? Or why can't they give them a quick death?

Occasionally, Vodka even feels lost.

When resources, tasks, goals... everything was seized, they could only chase after them helplessly, and missed the opportunity again and again.

Can't kill it, can't hide from it, just let it go?

...Then what is the purpose of all they do?

But it is obvious that Gin will not suffer from this kind of confusion.

Or perhaps, the intense anger and hatred drove him to forget this part.

As soon as I saw the man in black robe, my mind was quickly occupied by thoughts of "revenge".

While Vodka was distracted, Gin had already given orders to Chianti and Cohen:

"Cohen, let them feel the hail of bullets!"

I pressed the detonator in my hand a few times, but as expected, there was no response.

After hearing the order, Cohen, the pilot, maneuvered the helicopter to dive towards the Ferris wheel without hesitation.

The strong feeling of falling was accompanied by Chianti's excited and crazy laughter:

"Hahahaha! That's exactly what we should do! Kill them Cohen!"

"I know!"

The trigger was pulled, and a large number of bullets poured out, sweeping across two-thirds of the height of the Ferris wheel.

The crowd's terrified screams mixed with the harsh sound of bullets hitting metal, accompanied by the smell of gunpowder floating in the air, instantly intensifying the fear of the darkness.

The real Kazami Yuya, who was dragged to the periphery at some point, looked grim when he saw this scene, and quickly gave the order:

"Rescue!"

There are still some tourists under the Ferris wheel who are reluctant to leave.

But apparently, there are people who are faster than them.

The panicked tourists were picked up in the darkness, and after a gust of wind, they landed in a safe area.

The scream in my throat hadn't even come out yet, but when I turned around, I could only see other tourists with the same terrified or confused faces as me.

If you don’t know, you would think you have seen a ghost.

On the other side, even those GAs who were about to rush in were taken away as well.

After Yuya Kazami took a step forward, he was stopped by a man in a black windbreaker and with silver-white hair.

01 looked back at Yuya Kazami, who was listening to the reports of each robot in an orderly manner on his optical computer while staring at the other person with his purple eyes:

"leave."

Otherwise you will die.

An inexplicably strong sense of danger made Yuya Kazami's nerves subconsciously tense.

But when he thought that the person in front of him was the partner found by Yun Xianhe, he couldn't help but relax a little.

"I,"

"27."

Before he finished speaking, a man appeared from the darkness, holding a syringe and injecting a potion that knocked Yuya Kazami to the ground. Then, in the horrified eyes of the other GAs, he carried the man in one hand and walked towards the light.

"etc,"

The GA, who knew who it was, was about to stop them when they discovered a strange voice coming from their internal headset.

"Everyone listen, the next operation will be under my full control. I am your temporary commander, 01."

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"I say, what a waste of bullets!"

“They have deep pockets.”

"Why don't we ask the adults to take this thing back!"

Amid the hail of bullets, the robots were running at high speed and chatting without blushing or breathing hard.

They have even started planning how to take away the plane overhead.

His agility was like that of a cheetah running through the jungle. With a single jump and a casual pull, he could easily remove a piece of C4.

These are all good stuff.

Taking back the transfer station will definitely allow us to exchange a large sum of money from those scholars studying ancient civilizations.

What's more, robots themselves like to collect and study these things.

While dismantling it, he put it into his own dimensional storage space.

Only after they had dismantled a row did the three of them find a corner and stop temporarily.

Dense bullets hit the iron frame behind me. Listening to the sharp clanging sound, I didn't know how long I could hold on.

The robots that scanned the remaining bomb locations began to work together.

One person draws the fire, while two people dismantle it.

"I'll come first!"

668 said this and rushed out first. The other person who hadn't had time to fight for it could only watch helplessly. Then he said unwillingly:

"I'm going to defuse the remaining bombs!"

"Together!"

Bullets are limited.

After basically shooting every walkable area inside the Ferris wheel, the overheated machine gun was temporarily shut down.

Vodka looked at the three swaggering figures on the infrared display and felt a terrible headache.

Chianti scratched his hair irritably:

"Damn it! Where on earth did these damn guys come from?!"

"Cohen, aim at the middle bearing!"

Since we can’t kill them by beating them, let’s blow them up together!

Let them die with those GAs out there!