MTL - Conan’s Corpse Picker-Chapter 1624 1624 [Uzuo has a sense of proportion]

   Chapter 1624 1624 [Uzuo has a sense of proportion]

   When Conan woke up, the other side.

   After all, the same anesthetic was used. Although the dosage was different, the physique of the two people was very different.

   Soon, Ireland also woke up.

  The cadre from the dark organization was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the neat ceiling of the ward, feeling a little dazed for a while, subconsciously still had a little peace of reaching heaven.

   After several seconds, what happened before he was paralyzed, as well as the two terrifying shadows falling from the sky, suddenly jumped out of his mind.

   "?!"

  Ireland sat up abruptly, trying to touch the gun, but found nothing.

  He looked down and found that someone changed himself into a hospital gown.

   There was another person standing beside the hospital bed. The confidant has been guarding the bedside honestly. At this time, the senior peripheral member understood the boss's actions, and immediately winked secretly, telling Ireland that he hid the gun elsewhere—of course the ambulance did not take them to the organization's medical institution, but I found a nearby hospital. The doctors and nurses here are not members of the organization. They might call the police if they see a gun.

  The nurse in the ward was startled when he heard Ireland get up.

   Lifting her head, she found that the patient was sitting up in a dream, rather than someone coming in to lift the bed and making trouble. She was relieved and asked casually, "How do you feel?"

   "Much better." Ireland restrained his gloomy look, "Thank you."

  He briefly asked a few words, and when the nurse left, he looked at the subordinates aside: "Bring me my coat, get out of here first!"

  …

   Two people left the hospital, Ireland said coldly: "What happened before?"

His confidant was stared at by him, so he couldn't pretend to be a taciturn and transparent person, so he had to report: "I drove the car out according to what you said, and was going to chase after Kidd, but you never showed up. I didn't receive a reply. It felt a little strange, so I went to look around the theater building. Then, I saw..."

  Thinking of the shameless boss lying on his back in the busy street at that time, his confidant didn't know whether to talk about the next thing or not.

   And this pause seems to have caused Ireland to misunderstand something.

  Ireland looked suddenly enlightened, and then he said: "I saw me lying on the street and was almost hit by two people, so you pulled me away at the nick of time?"

   Confidant: "...?"

  Did you almost get hit by someone again?

   And this time there are still two people?

  ...It's a pity that there is no shrine in London, otherwise I really want to pass by and secretly let the sacred power inside drive away the bad luck on my boss.

  But think about it again—this kind of "mildew" is probably not formed naturally, but the result of Uzo's deliberate creation. Even if he really went to the shrine, he might just be unlucky with the shrine... He immediately discarded this idea.

  Compared to this...

  The confidant suddenly discovered that Ireland seemed to regard him as a savior?

  For a moment, he wanted to nod to accept the merit.

  But remembering that Uzo was in London at this time, and that he might be attacking him, his confidant suddenly became vigilant.

In the end, he didn't dare to lie, and bit the bullet and told the truth: "No, no one fell off the upstairs. In addition, when I rushed to the theater building, there were already, uh, quite a few people around you. It was just a matter of pushing through the crowd to check on you and getting into the ambulance with you when it happened."

   After finishing speaking, he took the initiative to take the pot: "I'm very sorry, I'm late!"

  Ireland: “…”

   Surrounded by many people? So much to even squeeze in?

  Ireland understood its previous embarrassing situation from the few words of its subordinates. The mineral water bottle in his hand was crushed with a bang, and the water dripped down. Ireland's face was uglier than the wet mud.

   However, as a pragmatic cadre, although it is unbearable to lose face, he still forced himself to focus on another important thing: "Did no one fall from the upstairs?"

The confidant nodded: "It should be like this. Because you fell on... Cough, because of an unexpected situation, there are a lot of people gathered there tonight. If someone really falls to his death or is seriously injured, he will definitely not be able to escape from the onlookers. Eye."

   "Impossible, I clearly saw someone fall, and I saw it more than once..."

Ireland pinched his eyebrows hard, trying to sort out the messy situation: "Uzo is playing tricks again? He clearly had the opportunity to kill me just now, but he didn't carry it out... Could this **** be using this kind of arrogance? A way to tell me that my life is under my control?"

  Although his confidant had long guessed that Ireland might have provoked Uzo, when he heard the name whispered by his boss at this time, he was still thrilled, wishing to plug his ears so as not to disturb this muddy water.

  However, no matter how much you want to escape, you will hear it when you hear it.

The confidant had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow the boss's words to chat: "Among us members, we can actually hear some rumors about Uzo. I heard that he cares more about the fun brought during the killing than killing people. Therefore, he often does not simply kill the target, but likes to play with it while driving people into a desperate situation."

Ireland touched the pinhole on his arm and sneered: "Whether he is a hobby or not strong enough, as long as he can't defeat the enemy with one blow, he must be prepared to be counterattacked by the opponent. A smooth battle is meaningless, and a comeback at a disadvantage That's the most heart-pounding - the more arrogant Uzo is now, the more people look forward to his expression before death. Now that I'm at a disadvantage, it doesn't mean that I will never find a chance."

   Confidant: "..." Well, it would be great if this is the case. But he always felt that based on those rumors, Uzo must still be holding back some big moves behind him, and these few jumps and smashing people may be just a foreshadowing, just like the appetizer before a sumptuous banquet.

  At this time, the confident boss next to him had other ideas.

Ireland wiped the water on his hands, thinking slowly: "However, he may not do this just for pure 'favorites' - Boss is not a good-tempered saint, he can tolerate Uzo ignoring the 'prohibition of internal fighting' The ban and repeated assassinations of other backbones show that he actually approves of Uzo in his heart. On the other hand, if Uzo has been fighting against the boss, then the current situation would not have happened at all."

   His confidant has been with him for more than ten years, and he quickly understood what Ireland wanted to express: "You mean to say that Uzo doesn't want to kill you, but he just cares about the boss's mood, so it's not good to do it directly?"

   Ireland nodded.

  But I still feel that something doesn't make sense: "But if this is the case, why did he let that woman appear and push me back to the point where I fell? It can't be just to embarrass me. There must be a deeper purpose behind this."

  (end of this chapter)