Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The loud noise and dazzling light attracted everyone's attention.

As they looked up, everyone saw the helicopter in the air, and Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had been waiting for a long time, saw it clearly.

"It's fireworks! We're being attacked!"

In the helicopter, Chianti hurriedly stabilized the fuselage and said something in a bad tone.

Vodka, who was sitting in the back, subconsciously pulled up the infrared detection imaging on the computer:

"Could it be those guys who did it?!"

"No, it's not coming from the direction of the Ferris wheel!"

Even if Gin's brain worked as fast as it could, Vodka couldn't cut the scene to the source of the "fireworks" in time.

The night wind lifted the hem of his casual jacket, pulling Zhu Fujingguang's body, making the gun he was holding look like a sharp sword.

Wherever the sword points, evil intentions retreat.

"Come down."

The former Scotland had a calm expression as he coldly sentenced his former colleague to death.

The bullet fired at high speed instantly penetrated the propeller on one side of the helicopter. Along with a small explosion, the entire cabin of the aircraft emitted a shrill alarm and the fuselage tilted uncontrollably to one side.

"Hit!"

"I suggest you make up for it, Conan."

Hearing this, Conan looked up at Yun Xianhe in a daze, and the latter blinked at him:

"This is your best chance to take revenge on Gin. Are you sure you don't want to give it a try? Besides, don't you want to prove to me your martial arts achievements during this period?"

Conan responded to the other party's proposal with practical actions.

Then the second "firework" exploded directly at the bottom of the helicopter, causing the already unstable helicopter to tilt even further.

"Want to learn how to use a sniper rifle?"

"??"

Hearing this, Conan turned to look at Yun Xianhe in confusion.

Could it be that... tonight is a teaching game?

The young detective, who had been protected for so long and was finally able to do it himself, was eager to try. Soon, with the help of Yun Xianhe, he fired a shot at the helicopter in mid-air.

However, the original aiming position of the mailbox was slightly offset, and in the end only a hole was made at the tail position.

Yun Xianhe smiled relaxedly upon seeing this scene, and said:

"mission completed."

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"Oh no! Oh no! If we keep doing this we will fall!"

Chianti shouted repeatedly as he looked at the red warning on the screen.

Gin came over from behind and took a look and said to Cohen:

"Cohen, get out of the way!"

Those who heard the order quickly gave up their seats so that Gin could take over driving.

Sitting in the corner, Curacao listened to their conversation boredly.

The helicopter beneath him suddenly shook violently again, and after a while, there was another crisp "bang" sound.

At the same time, the light screen in front of him received the message "Mission Completed".

The person sitting in the shadow paused for a moment, raised his pair of heterochromatic eyes, one gray and one aqua blue, and looked at the backs of everyone present, with a cruel smile on his face.

The sound of the chains snapping was drowned out by the sound of alarms.

Cohen, who was originally standing behind Gin, turned around hurriedly when he heard the sound of breaking air coming from behind, and was hit head-on by a straight punch.

The force left some room for maneuver but was still so great that it broke Cohen's nose almost instantly and caused him to see stars.

The strong feeling of dizziness made Cohen fall backwards uncontrollably, but he was pulled back by the collar and a medicine was forcibly injected into his neck.

The only thing I could see in my blurred vision was Curacao's cold, emotionless eyes.

"Cohen!"

Vodka, who witnessed everything but had no time to do anything, was knocked down by a whip kick just as he was about to stand up. He flew backwards and hit the computer, fainting without any resistance.

Curacao grabbed Cohen, who was limp and looked like a corpse, and threw him next to Vodka, then gave the latter a powerful sleeping potion.

The kind that doesn't wake up for a week.

Hearing the noise, Chianti and Gin turned around at the same time.

The culprit was removing the three and a half handcuffs from his hands.

Following the teeth-grinding sound of iron products breaking, there is the crisp sound of metal hitting the ground.

It wasn't until he saw the silver-gray wig being pulled off that Gin's face turned dark.

Chianti on the side shouted exaggeratedly:

"You are not Curacao! Who are you?"

"That's a good question, but I'm not going to tell you yet."

The man who grabbed a handful of messy black hair responded with a smile, and turned to look at the two people who were still trying to keep the plane balanced.

boom!

The sound of gunfire that rang out in an instant is the best language.

The man who dodged it easily by turning his head looked at Gin's chest heaving violently, walked over leisurely, and said with a smile:

"Being angry is bad for your health."

This weird accent,

"ghost."

Gin almost uttered the code name through gritted teeth.

However, the person in front of him with semi-long black hair and golden fox eyes just smiled.

The right eye with golden pupils seemed to change color for a moment and then quickly returned to its original state.

It was as if it was just an illusion caused by the flickering lights overhead.

The man who was holding the back of the plane's cockpit with one hand looked at the frustrated Gin with a smile, and even had the leisure to ask:

"Are you sure you want to keep looking at me? The plane is going to crash."

"Ah."

In response to him, Gin stood up instantly and sent a whistling fist towards him.

The person who held it showed an interested smile, but his golden eyes hidden by black hair did not show any happiness at all, but were filled with madness and coldness.

The sound of bones being clenched reaches my ears.

The person who took Gin's other hand again said in a relaxed tone:

“I didn’t start this.”

"Is there a difference?"

The two on the ground are still lying!

[Ding, the aggressiveness of the Child of Luck in the current event has reached the standard. Helpers can,]

[Kill him! Big shot!]

"So it wasn't me who started it first!"

The hand holding the fist suddenly twisted outwards, almost trying to forcibly remove Gin's wrists.

Gin, who was frightened by this move, quickly withdrew his hand and raised his knee to hit the opponent's lower abdomen.

The man whose plan failed immediately let go of his hand, took a half step back, turned around and kicked Gin in the head.

The crisp sound of breaking through the air was accompanied by a strong murderous intent.

Gin didn't dare to take the attack head-on and kept retreating until his back hit the cockpit of the plane.

He looked at the skinny black-haired boy in front of him and asked with a grim smile:

"Nice skills, kid, who are you?"

"Very important?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. After all, I can't remember the names of dead people."

The man who said this rushed forward again.

The two sides continued to fight, punching each other flesh to flesh.

It was not until the two of them were in a stalemate with their arms crossed again that the young man moved closer to the face with the crazy smile on it.

Gin saw the other person's golden eyes illuminated by the red alarm light between his black hair, revealing a bloodthirsty and evil nature.

The other party increased the strength of his hands and introduced in a relaxed tone with a faint smile:

"Then remember this, my code name is "Brave". The last person you see before you die!"