MTL - Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover-Chapter 512 art is explosion

As the light from the fireworks faded, the hallway fell back into darkness.

The two members of the organization looked at each other silently, with the body of a public security policeman between them.

Izerun didn't say anything, his right arm was still stuck around the neck of the corpse. When he fired, he deliberately adjusted the direction of his arm so that the last glimpse of the junior who was said to respect him was the beautiful fireworks. , instead of accidentally dropping his own image on the pupil.

Although there is a high probability that the ship will sink, and an autopsy may not be required, it is always right to be careful.

There was a rustling sound in the junior's earphones, and Yi Zerun exerted his strength to avoid accidentally breaking the cervical vertebra of the corpse.

"What's the matter? What happened to you, Mishima?!"

Kazami Yuya's anxious voice came from the other side.

Mishima... This should be the surname of this junior.

Izerun recited a sentence in his heart, almost at the same time as he heard the other party's voice, he put away the zoo organization gun in his left hand, and pulled out another police pistol from his arms, aiming at the bottom of the stairs.

Two members of the zoo who came up from below following him after a temporary meeting, and who had been thrown a little distance from him because of their slow pace, appeared there, and he shot them twice in an instant.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Iserun's marksmanship is average, and he can't compare to gin in the organization at all. In the past, he was slightly worse than Liu Jishun in the police academy, but he was also proficient in non-dominant shooting and blind shooting.

Two shots were fired, and the two fell to the ground.

Yi Zerun put away the gun, pressed the finger of his left hand on his earphone, and switched to the communication channel of the public security. In addition to Kazami Yuya, there were also inquiries from several other people.

There are good and bad in collective communication. The downside is that many people are crowded together, making it very noisy, and important information is easy to miss. The upside is that there is no one to doubt if you don’t speak for a few minutes.

Yi Zerun shouted in the channel: "Feng Jian."

Feng Jianyu also heard his voice, he was stunned for a moment, and then quickly entered the private chat mode.

At present, most of the colleagues of the police department on the ship only know that Izaru has a special mission, but they do not know that his mission is to be an undercover agent in the zoo organization that attacked the ship.

"Mr. Yize, what happened? Where are you?!" Feng Jianyu also asked anxiously.

"We are at the stairs on the fourth floor... I made a mistake, because I was in a hurry to meet you, but I didn't realize that they sent someone to follow me. Mishima greeted me just now, and they happened to hear..."

Izerun paused, he squatted down slowly, his right arm was completely loosened, and the junior's body fell silently to the ground.

"I had to shoot them, but Mishima..."

He looked down at the corpse on the ground whose heart had been pierced from behind by him, his eyes seemed to flash with the same pity as his tone.

"Mishima was attacked, unfortunately... he died..."

"..."

Opposite silence.

Ezerun felt Angstra's eyes fall on him, but he didn't speak either.

After a long while, Feng Jian Yuya spoke again. There was pain in his voice for the sacrifice of his companions, but he only asked one question: "Have you exposed Mr. Yize?"

"Not sure yet..."

The quadruple undercover agent continued to make up lies, put away the pistol and got up slowly.

Yuya Kazami, who was on the opposite side, took off his communication headset and took out a tape recorder and a sealed bag from his pocket. He pressed the recorder to play the sound effect he had prepared a long time ago, stuffed it into the airtight bag together with the headphones, and sealed the bag carefully.

"One minute."

Carrying the sealed bag, Izorun finally turned to look at Angstra, who had been standing there quietly.

"We only have one minute of free communication."

Angstra had been standing in the same place since he came, and there was fresh blood just splattered in front of his well-cleaned Martin boots.

Izorun noticed that the bandage on his left wrist was unraveling, and he was holding a gun in his hand. It seemed that his journey was not easy.

Angstra glanced at the sealed bag, then turned to look above the sea, and said in a normal voice, "This fireworks was arranged by the BOSS."

Yi Zerun was stunned for a while, he didn't expect that he would guess.

"Yeah." He sighed and admitted directly, "I prepared it when the cruise ship docked on the island in the afternoon."

"The gentleman said it was a present for you."

There were four members of the organization on board this time, and the gentleman could not do it in person. As a scientist, Shirley was completely inappropriate. Angstra was the one who wanted to accept this small gift, so he was the only one on board.

Thinking of him signaling the zoo organization to land on the island in the afternoon, using the walkie-talkie to exchange reports with the police, and looking for places on the island that would not cause a fire to set up fireworks... Izaru wanted to sigh again.

If it wasn't for Shun Yi to cover for him in the boundary group, he would really be unable to bear it.

"As expected...the fireworks are beautiful and I like them very much."

The little crow has always been a person who is not stingy in praise and gratitude to others, and he thanked him earnestly.

Yi Zerun sighed: "As long as you like it."

Speaking of which, at the moment when his undercover agent deceived the innocent and ignorant junior of the police academy and took the opportunity to sneak up on him and shot him... What was the expression on the face of the little crow?

Izaru started to reminisce, but found that the memory he was proud of did not leave a deep impression.

After Angstra thanked him, he stopped talking and stood there quietly. Izerun suddenly said, "Is this the only thing you want to ask me?"

"...No, there are others."

Angstrom paused, "Belmud told me something before, I would like to ask you, just..."

"boom-!"

With the loud explosion, the ship shook heavily.

"...it's too late."

Angstra reluctantly finished.

…

"Please calm down! It will be alright, please leave here in an orderly manner!"

"Hey, where are the others?!"

"Go and help evacuate! There are too many people here, I'm worried about a stampede!"

There was chaos in the public security communication channel. They were busy maintaining order and arranging the orderly escape of the passengers on board. No one cared about Izerun's whereabouts anymore.

As the person who planted the bomb, Izuru knows better than anyone how long this ship can last, and what's next...

"boom-!"

A louder explosion came from the bottom of the boat.

This time the explosion was more powerful than the last time. The hull tilted severely. Izorun stumbled under his feet and was almost thrown away. Fortunately, he grabbed the railing in time.

…I would have set off a less powerful bomb if I knew it earlier.

Yi Zerun hung on the railing and sighed like a salted fish in the drying process.

The sea at night is not as calm and peaceful as it is during the day, and it looks more like a black hole at close range. The two consecutive explosions set off big waves, and the sea water continuously beat the hull, shaking the whole ship as if the end of the world had come, and it would be completely swallowed up at any time.

The moist breath of the sea rushed towards him, and his eyes were so sour that Yi Zerun had to turn his head, he suddenly missed his glasses a little.

At this time, a mass of things slid down from above. He looked down and found that it was the body of the junior.

Mishima's body descended all the way from the entrance of the stairs. When the white clothes were dragged across the corridor, a twisting bloodstain was drawn on the ground. He was not hindered by anything and slipped out through the gap between the railings at the bottom.

Izuru gave him one last look.

The corpse's eyes were wide open, looking upward, unable to rest his eyes. The image of the last fireworks remained on his pupils.

He fell, like a light feather, into the darkness below.

Izerun didn't move. He kept his posture of grasping the railing and looked down. He didn't hear any sound of heavy objects falling into the water. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Only the roar of the waves echoed in my ears.

"..."

Izaru looked away habitually, let go of his hands, and regained his footing in the wet corridor.

He still has tasks to do.

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