MTL - Conan Dressed As Gin-Chapter 59 bad fun race

The machine/off/gun hanging under the wing suddenly spews/shoots flames.

Numerous bullets flew through the air, shooting/at Conan.

Conan's pupils shrank suddenly, clutching the memory card tightly, turning around and running away.

Vodka controls the firepower, and Shan Heqing drives the helicopter.

He circled the helicopter around the steel stairs of Tokyo Tower, as if to facilitate the vodka. But compared to Conan's pace, the angle of the helicopter is always a few seconds off.

Although vodka is relatively slow, it is a bit strange that such strong firepower always misses.

He looked up at his elder brother's "cold murderous" face and didn't think about it any further.

Conan rushed into the observation deck just now, gasping for breath, and hid behind the pillar, gasping for breath. Before he could react, the firepower swept over and shattered all the glass of the entire observation deck.

Conan clasped his head tightly, his eyes suddenly saw Xiaolan who was upside down, secretly thinking that it was not good.

If she stays here any longer, Xiaolan will be affected!

He didn't dare to stop, so he had no choice but to rush out of the observation deck and continue to run on the red stairs.

hateful…!

Shan Heqing was very upset on the helicopter.

Now just like the original plot, Conan is running to the top floor. If he gets to the top floor and pushes him into a corner, Conan will definitely fight/plane!

But things are different now! Conan has a memory card in his hand. Then this matter is not over, the organization will continue to hunt him down.

Find a way... Before Conan shoots down the plane, make the boys mistakenly think that the memory card has been destroyed!

Instead of letting Cohen and Chianti with accurate marksmanship fire/shoot, and letting vodka use heavy firepower, this is already releasing water.

Damn, what should he do?

The situation was deadlocked until Conan rushed to the top floor. He dodged the intense fire again, hid behind a railing, and sat on the ground with no strength.

"Brother, it's not in the range of firepower anymore." Vodka reported.

Shan Heqing was silent.

…and in less than a minute, Conan is going to jump down and use his helmet to knock their helicopter down.

But at this time, there was nothing he could do.

Is Conan's identity about to be exposed?

Conan was also very weak in his heart.

I've been cornered...

All he has around him now is the helmet and the retractable harness he's wearing.

If he uses that method... maybe he can escape.

But... the gin sitting in that helicopter just...

Do you want to use this method?

"Vodka, it's yours to drive." Shan Heqing made the helicopter flush with the railing where Conan was, then took out the gun beside him, placed it on the window, and said:

"Give me the memory card, kid."

Conan hid behind the railings, only to find that there was no attack. Gin sounded like an angry voice from behind.

He panted, turned his head, and stood up tentatively and looked out.

The helicopter hovered right in front of him. At the window, Gin was looking at him coldly.

Conan clenched the card in his hand, trying to show his determination with a look of resistance.

But what surprised him was that there was no coldness in Jin Jiu's eyes, it was very calm. There was even the occasional gentleness that they usually have when training.

Jin Jiu pointed the gun at him, his tone was impatient and murderous, and he said again: "Hand over the memory card."

Conan stared blankly into Gin's eyes.

There seemed to be something deep in his eyes.

...is he trying to convey something?

As for gin, if it was a task he had to complete, he would not be merciful. But clearly not this time.

So... the memory card shouldn't be something he has to destroy. All that deserves his hint now is...

Conan's eyes lit up and shouted loudly, "No!"

Take a gamble...!

He took the memory card in his hand, as if provoked: "I will never give it to you!"

Shan Heqing immediately pulled the trigger. Bullets grazed Conan's fingers and the memory card. The burning sensation immediately stung Conan, but he didn't dare to exhale, instead he let go and let the memory card fall to the ground in front of him. Then screamed in pain.

"Did you hit?" Vodka asked nervously.

"I know." Chianti sat in the back bored.

After she and Cohen couldn't make a move, they could only wait for the mission to end in boredom.

"But I seem to see..." Vodka was a little dazed.

"Are you doubting my marksmanship?" Shan Heqing blocked Vodka's words in time and gave him a dagger.

Vodka suddenly stopped talking.

- You are the big brother, listen to you.

Shan Heqing continued: "Hey, kid, you should die too!"

He used the gun/shot/at Conan, and the bullets all rubbed Conan's neck, arms, and hair flying, causing Conan to crouch down again.

- What is Gin going to do!

Conan quietly put the memory card that fell on the ground back into his pocket, thinking inexplicably.

What happened just now, he won the bet. But Jinjiu... Is he asking him to play dead now?

As soon as this thought flashed through my mind, I heard Gin's cold voice say, "Don't try to play dead! Little devil!"

"Vodka, let the helicopter go up there. I want to see where it is sacred."

Followed by the sound of the propeller, the helicopter flew upwards.

If the helicopter really goes to the top, Conan's position will be straight to see without hindrance!

- Can't escape, and don't let him pretend to be dead! And this posture... does this mean that he really died?

Conan was annoyed for a moment.

No, then why bother pretending that the memory card is destroyed? His actions now... it's as if he knew he was going to fight/plane!

"Then I'll...you're welcome!"

Conan tied the telescopic sling to the railing, hugged his helmet, leaned against the sling, and jumped down from the top of Tokyo Tower.

"Big brother! He jumped!" Vodka was shocked.

Shan Heqing sneered and said nothing.

This is the result he wants.

"Ah!" Conan's face turned pale in the air, only staring at the ground that was getting closer and closer.

When he almost fell to the ground, the telescopic sling reached its limit.

Use the telescopic sling as the bow/crossbow and the helmet as the arrow. Conan suddenly let go of his hand and shouted with all his strength:

"Go!"

The retractable harness tightened suddenly, and a strong reaction force pushed the helmet into the sky.

The helmet seems to carry the power of thunder, and it shoots/into the tail of the helicopter.

The helicopter swayed suddenly, a flame burst out from the tail, and it burned, and an alarm sounded inside the aircraft.

"What's wrong?" Chianti panicked.

"I was hit!" Cohen also looked out the window.

"Brother, I can't control it!" Vodka hurriedly fiddled with the button instrument and said in a panic.

Shan Heqing was the most calm, and said: "Forget it, let's withdraw. The task has been completed anyway."

The three of them are full of worries, and they don't care about other thoughts at all.

The helicopter staggered and flew into the distance, and finally exploded when it was about to land.

Conan watched this scene with his tracking glasses, and couldn't help but feel some joy after escaping.

But it is more of a puzzled worry about gin.

Why on earth does Gin do that?

…

Why didn't Shan Heqing choose to let Conan fake his death and leave safely?

When I got to the world of Conan, it was wonderful to see a live version of Conan's hand-to-hand combat/aircraft - of course, that's not the main reason.

Think about why he was discharged early this time? Not worried about the number one little brother.

Unexpectedly, because of his arrival, the plot has undergone such a big deviation.

Don't let the crash happen again, is it worthy of the wounds on his whole body that are still in severe pain?

Only with the panicked face of Vodka when he fled, he came to comfort him well.

Shan Heqing felt a sigh of relief and was satisfied.

The author has something to say: qwq wants to solemnly explain in this chapter, I still insist on no cp for half a month!

Interaction is the bond between peers! Because two people get along, there will be feelings. The text is not only about love.

Well, but you can make up your own brains to form various CP parties, no matter the month and a half~

By the way, this chapter has been written very reluctantly... It feels like the driving car is going to spin out of control. Moon and a half lie down silently.