Chapter 674 Kumail and the Silver Bullet
“Huh, huh...”
Released his foot on the accelerator, Belmode leaned on the seat and gasped.
The instrument showing the remaining fuel level in front of her flashed an emergency red light. She had driven to her limit. She tried her best to cover up any possible traces along the way, and finally found this inaccessible forest.
The car window smashed by the football kept pouring the cold evening breeze from the forest into the car. In this excessively quiet night, the chirping of insects and the wind were deafening.
Belmode tried hard to control his breathing and tried his best not to let the pain in his chest affect his ability to move.
Akai Shuichi, who shot her as soon as they met her, must have made up his mind to remove all resistance from her. The trauma caused by this was not small.
Even if she goes back, she will have to spend a month to rest and recover before she can return to normal.
She pulled out the mobile phone inserted in her inner pocket.
Just now, a new message reminder has been sent to her mobile phone. There are only a few people who can contact her at this time. She must read the content of the message.
"It seems that I have given you too much freedom. Come back to me immediately, Belmod."
Seeing these few lines of firm and unarguable words, even if I didn't look at the line of words that I know by heart. address, and she also knew who the message came from.
She closed her eyes gently, knowing that her ribs had been severely injured, she couldn't help but laugh bitterly twice, allowing the vibration of her chest to cause more painful tears.
Free?
What kind of freedom is the freedom that the puppet master gives to the marionette?
She is a tree without roots, a phantom of some arrogant plans, a kite that cannot break free from the rope...
As she thought, she quickly brought up the keyboard with her fingertips and typed a reply.
"I know, I'm sorry, BOSS."
After pressing the keyboard skillfully, she clicked the send button, turned her head, and looked at the person leaning against the passenger seat with her eyes tightly closed. Closed Conan.
Well, her short-lived delusion was shattered, and the next matters in Mihua Town can still only be left to Kumel, or even to Bourbon.
What should we do with this child who dares to try anything and can really do it?
Belmod looked at the messy hair on his forehead and the crooked coat on his body, and couldn't help laughing.
In order to disguise Haibara Ai well, he chose a bloated and fluffy cotton jacket for himself. Even if he was very close, the difference in body shape between him and Haibara Ai could not be seen at a glance in a short time.
She raised her hand to straighten his skewed coat. She took a closer look at the black inner jacket on the other person's body, but unexpectedly discovered that some black cables were hidden in it.
The dark color of the clothes absorbed almost all the light, so these cables were particularly hidden. If she hadn't reached out and touched them directly, she doubted that she would be able to discover them at all.
Isn't this child just communicating with people on the ship...?
Belmod gritted his teeth, pulled out a switchblade with his backhand, and cut Conan's black jumper directly in the direction of the cable.
Some unexpected things appeared there.
"The ECG monitor, and..." Belmod's fingertips trembled as his throat tightened. Without thinking, he raised his hand to unplug the memory device's wiring.
“Don’t move.” Conan, who had always closed his eyes and fell asleep, stopped her movement. “This device is always connected to the communication channel. As long as you unplug it, my heartbeat will stop. Then what you just typed will be sent immediately.”
Conan opened his eyes and sat up, no longer pretending to be asleep, and looked directly at Belmod's face that was scratched by shrapnel and stained with debris and blood.
Being able to become a popular and famous movie star, there is no need to elaborate on Belmode’s beauty.
However, facing her sad and fragile face with messy makeup, Conan saw deep darkness through her eyes.
He learned from Haiyuan that this woman was most likely the indirect executor who caused Tangze's tragedy.
Due to the particularity of the research, there were many members of the organization who had hatred towards her and Karasawa's parents, but among them, not many had the power to deal with them.
Belmode is one of them.
Under this everlasting beautiful face is a ruthless murderer who has devoured countless lives. This is a fact that cannot be denied. Even if those injuries were ordered by the organization, her essence is still cruel.
The ghost is also a ghost.
So, even though both Karasawa and Haihara inexplicably believed that they were the more likely candidate to get close to Belmod without triggering a fierce resistance from her, Conan was still fully prepared.
"I have memorized the action of pressing the button just now. The signal you sent will definitely pass through the nearest base station. With my detection device, it will be easy to find the recipient. Even if you kill me now, It’s too late.”
As he spoke, he grabbed the cable of the ECG monitor on his body with his backhand.
He fully watched Belmode's action of pressing the address, and also heard the slight sound of keystrokes coming from the touch screen keyboard.
Because he woke up before he was caught in the car.
For tonight's operation, he specifically asked the doctor to prepare a new anesthetic injection formula, greatly reducing the proportion of drugs in it to ensure that even if he was the one who was shot, he would be able to get the shot within a short period of time. You can also wake up within the time limit.
The reason why it was made to contain some drugs was because Karasawa and Haihara Ai had been denying his acting skills for ten years.
Rather than being seen through the acting by veteran practitioner Belmode, it would be better to simply add some drugs to make his drowsiness more realistic.
This is a risky decision. Facing gun-wielding members of the organization, losing consciousness may mean never waking up again.
But in the face of Judy and Akai Shuichi's assistance, in the face of Karasawa's promise, and in the face of Haibara's determination, he still did it without hesitation.
"If you catch Shirley, you will definitely find a way to contact your leader, or at least contact a high-level person who can make the decision. Then even if I really die, the information between you and the other party may still be there All call recordings will be sent out one by one..." Conan, who held on to the wire tightly, smiled confidently, "Such a sensitive recording equipment costs a lot of money."
Although it was made by Tang Ze. Money.
Well, it's not appropriate for a primary school student to always use his father's credit card to make large sums...
"If you don't want everything to be exposed by me, then take me to see your person who can take care of things. Let's end it." Don't try to hide in the fog anymore, Belmod!"
"You..." Belmod looked at Conan in surprise, and was speechless for a moment.
She has never underestimated coolguy's energy. She knows that no matter what appearance this child maintains, the infinite energy in his body is an inexhaustible flame that will burn away all obstacles.
However, she still had not imagined that it could be done to this extent.
It's always so unexpected...
Belmod's expression slowly calmed down, and he soon smiled in relief.
That’s right. If she can guess it easily, how can he compete with an organization with huge energy?
It was precisely because of his unpredictability and unstoppability that she could always see a glimmer of light and relief in this child.
"Okay, you win this round." Belmode kept smiling and tapped the back of the phone.
A puff of white smoke came out of the phone's speaker and quickly filled the space inside the car.
"What are you doing...!" Conan was startled and pressed against the seat behind him, instinctively wanting to retreat.
It looked so much like her cell phone was about to explode, and she was preparing to kill herself with a grenade. The daring detective couldn't help but be surprised.
"It's just hypnotic gas." The rising smoke quickly blurred his vision. Belmod looked at the new message that appeared on the phone screen again and twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Are you stupid? If you do this, wouldn't you just..." The white smoke spread quickly, and Conan, who felt like he had seen this scene before, twitched the corner of his mouth twice. This method of throwing away cigarettes whenever they disagree, and doing some disguises to create a false identity...
I said, did you get the inspiration from the Phantom Thieves?
"Yeah, this is a chance to gamble your life. If you wake up first, of course you can call the police to catch me, but if it's me who wakes up first... you know the result. What's going to happen?"
Pressing the phone to his chest, Belmode finished his last sentence and slowly sat down in the driver's seat, relying on the constant pain from his broken ribs.
Watching her slowly falling asleep, he was at a loss for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Conan, who had a big hole in the car window behind him: "..."
No, although the air-tightness of cars is generally good, cases of people falling asleep in the car with the air conditioner turned on to keep them warm while parked, leading to death from carbon monoxide poisoning, have occurred from time to time, not to mention that this car is most likely a modified FBI vehicle.
But no normal person would think that the car is a confined space when there is such a big hole in the car body, right?
Not to mention that the vent is still on my side.
Belmod, is she serious?
Speechless Conan couldn't help complaining in his heart. He took out the small breathing valve in his outer pocket, closed his nasal cavity and held it in his mouth.
The mini respirator specially designed by the doctor can produce a little oxygen. It is difficult to use for diving, but it is more than enough to avoid sleeping gas.
Confirming that Belmode was really asleep, just to be on the safe side, Conan also opened the car door behind him to allow more air circulation in the car.
At first Tang Ze gave this task to him. He thought the other party was joking, or that he was giving equipment to everyone involved in the plan equally, and who could come if it was convenient for him. Unexpectedly, in the end, he still He really came to do this.
No wonder Haiyuan specially asked the doctor to make a fool-like blood-taking needle. He still thought that the doctor was unreasonable...
Conan, who was feeling complicated and speechless, put on his gloves, stretched out his hand and fell unconscious. Belmode tugged at a piece of hair at her temples, took out the blood-taking equipment, easily found the location of a vein on her skin, which was far whiter than that of an Asian, and pricked it.
"...Doctor, have you arrived at your position? Well, I got everything. But is it really okay to just let her go like this?"
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屵动The loud sounds penetrated her ears non-stop, and the sharp buzzing and whistling seemed to penetrate people's brains, wandering back and forth in her entire world.
Dense needle-like pain climbed from her bare ankles to the top of her head, and she let out a desperate cry.
Because she knew exactly what would happen next.
The next second, hot and severe pain came from every pinhole, as if someone was skinning her alive and cramping her body.
She let out a cry of blood-
Amidst this familiar feeling of torture, Belmode opened her eyes.
What caught her eyes were two full moonlights.
She stared at them blankly for a moment, and took a few seconds to realize what she saw,
To be more precise, one was the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and the other was just the overly bright spotlight on the roof of the car, which was blurred and scattered in her hazy sleepy eyes, forming a round halo.
"Kumail, you're here." Belmode did not change the position of lying there, and did not turn his head to look in the direction of the driver's seat.
She experienced a night of ups and downs, covered with injuries and intense emotional ups and downs.
Coupled with the invasion of nightmares that could not escape her even in coma, she now did not even have the strength to move her fingers.
What a pity, she has long lost the ability to sleep peacefully. A crazy and collapsed soul is roaring all the time under her beautiful skin. She is destined to never be relieved.
How nice it would be to be able to sleep peacefully on a night like this.
"I will send you to Highway 22. You can contact others to take you away." Kumail, with a cold voice, also did not turn around to look at her, "You know, tonight I It shouldn’t be here.”
He was specially warned by Gin, let alone helping Belmode, theoretically he should not know that the other party was in danger.
For him to assist Belmode in escaping, he could only use a loudspeaker to shout at Gin that he was not listening to the command, which was something he could not do.
"You are more than qualified to help me, Mr. Accomplice." Belmod's voice was ethereal and careless, as if he was still dreaming, "I don't care about your previous escape from the battle."
"What do you mean by running away from the battlefield? I'm just here to do you a favor, and I'm not here to die." The vehicle bumped along the forest path made of gravel and dirt. Kumail sounded very irritated by this, "I'm going to fight." Akai Shuichi? "Eh, is it true?"
"...You really recognized him." Belmode rolled his eyes and looked at Kumel's handsome profile under the moonlight. , "You also have a lot of secrets."
"I've heard about his level, isn't it okay?" Kumail looked forward, ignoring what she meant.
"Is it true that Kumail, who is extremely confident and fearless, sometimes knows that he is invincible?" Belmode ignored his wounds and laughed twice.
This time, the person sitting in the driver's seat did not answer her.
"I was right." The voice returned to the hazy state like in a dream, and Bermode muttered, "No wonder, when I think back to the various situations when the two of us met, I always feel that something is wrong. Yes, since It’s you, Kumail, so why are you so sure that I won’t hurt those two children?”
Kumael is not an ordinary person, Kumail is a person with special abilities created by the organization? , this is something that the equally extraordinary Belmod knows.
But how extraordinary is Kumel? How did he learn so many abilities that he shouldn't have learned? Even the organization's laboratory is still in the stage of repeated verification, so it is even less possible for her to do it. I understand what the deep guy in the city is thinking.
As for Kumel's condition, she only vaguely knew that it was the product of an experiment that was originally considered a failure.
Eight years ago, since the research of Tang Ze and his wife was first applied, organizations that had high hopes for this power have started many fantastic projects.
Extracting the experiential memories of organizational members and trying to directly use cognitive power to make the subjects learn abilities that are not their own is one of them. Kumel, who was still called Hayato Tonkoru at the time, was one of the participants in the experiment.
None of the children tested showed anything out of the ordinary, and the same was true for Kumail at the time. On the contrary, other derivative projects emerged from this experiment, such as the current organization The serum that needs to be injected during promotion...
However, eight years later, Kumail emerged from nowhere, obtained a code name for himself at an incredible speed, and stood in a different position.
After meeting him in person and seeing his disguise skills that were indistinguishable from his own, Belmode began to believe that the experiment might have been successful.
But was it really successful according to the original design of the experiment?
"You not only inherited our 'ability', you saw more things, right?" Belmod said this question in a completely declarative tone, "Moreover, your sniping ability actually comes from--" "
"Stop talking." After interrupting her rudely, Kumail finally turned his head and looked straight over.
Just as Belmod imagined, his gilded eyes exuded a strange brilliance under the moon, like two small moons, shining in the darkness.
Belmode laughed twice more, and the expression on his face gradually returned to melancholy and plain.
Why did a child who never trusted others and grew up in hurt and lies, like her weak self, choose to believe that there was an ally with the same position as her in the invisible darkness? Where are people?
This is probably the truth of everything.
Due to the large number of members of the organization who participated in the experimental sampling, no one knows where Kumail’s ability comes from, except Kumail himself.
People in the organization believe that his sniper ability comes from Gin, which is probably just wishful thinking.
In the struggle between chaotic memory and drugs, what kind of person this child has grown into and what kind of soul he has grown out of are beyond their expectations.
“There are some things that I don’t even have the courage to imagine, let alone do. Accomplice, are you willing to dream for me?”
Maybe, Kumail's codename will really come true, becoming the edge that pierces the darkness and becoming part of the silver bullet.
This is an unreasonable fantasy, but everything is happening like this - the turning of the light side and the dark side can constitute the blade itself.
As for the dream of a kite, only madmen and poets would want to hear it.
Sorry, I can’t help but make a joke x
I really want to complain about the car window
(End of this chapter)