Chapter 223 Vermouth:?

The staircase on the rooftop.

Gin and Vodka walked up the stairs.

The two hid behind the iron door in the staircase and looked at each other, then took out the pistols with silencers.

Vodka walked forward and kicked the iron door open.

Gin followed closely behind, lowered his hat and raised his gun.

What came into view was the rooftop with heavy snow in the middle of the night.

A figure stood on the edge of the rooftop.

She was wearing a black robe and holding a girl in a dress in her arms.

The girl had short brown wavy hair and was about seventeen or eighteen years old.

But the scale was definitely larger than that of her peers.

Gin recognized the identity of the girl in his arms at a glance.

The girl who betrayed the organization - Shirley.

At the same time, she was also the woman he had always wanted to get rid of.

Although the traitor was right in front of him, Gin, as an old cadre of the winery, was not overwhelmed by excitement.

He looked at the black figure vigilantly and asked sternly, "Who are you?"

The black-robed man turned around and looked back, revealing a face with a fox mask, and said in a sharp female voice with a strong provocation, "Guess."

Gin frowned slightly and raised his gun to shoot wildly.

But before he pulled the trigger, the black-robed man smiled playfully and then jumped down in front of him.

Gin raised his gun and hurried forward to check.

The black figure had already disappeared.

It was a lonely sight...

"Boss, the woman was rescued by the black-robed man."

Vodka followed and also looked downstairs.

"I know it without you saying it."

Gin's face became more gloomy, "It seems that the traitor has found some organization and has been rescued by his accomplices... Let's retreat."

"Boom!"

Just when the two were about to leave this place, a violent explosion sounded behind them.

Vodka, who was following behind, was the first to be blown away.

The heavy body fell directly on Gin.

Then, the two of them rolled all the way down the stairs, their bodies rolled together, and rolled from the stairwell to the platform on the next floor.

Gin pushed away Vodka who was pressing on him, struggled to stand up, covered his aching head, stretched out his hand, and saw it was stained with blood.

He raised his head and saw that the stairwell on the rooftop had been blown into pieces.

He lowered his head and looked at Vodka, whose sunglasses were blown to pieces again, his suit on the back was blown open, and his skin was burnt by the explosion. His face became more gloomy.

First it was that hateful Akai Shuichi, then the hateful stinky bat, and now there is a stinky fox!

No, was this a conspiracy from the beginning? !

The Japanese public security or, no, if it is the Japanese public security...

Is it that man again?

Damn.

Provocation...

The other party is definitely provoking!

Just when Gin was gloomy, a small figure came up from a distance following the explosion, hiding behind a half-open door and secretly observing the two people who had just been blown away by the explosion.

It seemed like an old man!

This old man was none other than Conan.

Just now, Conan, who had lost the communication with Huihara Ai, was panicking.

He ran over in a hurry.

But when he arrived, he was empty-handed.

But from now on, Huihara should not have been caught by these two guys.

As for that Pisk, he was taken to the police for investigation after he blew himself up, and now he is still missing. It should be that he has not had time to report.

Now that one of the two people has been blown up and has little blood, and the other is seriously injured, it is a perfect opportunity.

A sneak attack seems to be able to take them all away!

Conan's glasses flashed a cold white light.

He raised the watch on his wrist and aimed the scope at Gin.

Whoosh——

A silver needle cut through the air and pierced directly into Gin's arm.

Gin: "?!"

He looked down at his arm and suddenly felt dizzy.

He squatted down, turned his head and saw a silver needle stuck in his arm.

Gin: "…………"

The dizziness came again.

He looked down at the vodka and then at the top of his head.

Although he didn't know which kid shot the silver needle.

But he must not faint now...

He decisively pulled out the silver needle, picked up the pistol scattered beside him, and decisively shot at his arm again.

"Biu!"

With a gunshot, Gin's brain suddenly became clear.

This time, he was obviously much more skilled with the experience of the last time.

Seeing this scene, Conan couldn't help but sigh:

"Gin, you are a ruthless person"

Then he sneaked out quietly.

After forcibly waking up, Gin put away the pistol.

He stood up, picked up his sunglasses, and then grabbed Vodka's thigh and covered his arm, staggering to leave this place that brought him tragic memories again.

…………

On the other side, in the women's bathroom of Beihu Hotel.

"Bang!"

A violent explosion sounded.

Vermouth, who had just finished the police interrogation and was in the bathroom retouching her makeup, was stunned when she heard the sound.

She didn't know that the organization would make such a big fuss in this operation.

Although the organization has always acted in a "secretive" manner.

But playing with bombs in this situation is indeed a bit too much.

I don’t know whether it was done by a model worker or that old man.

She immediately put away her makeup box, pushed open the door of the women’s bathroom, and planned to go out to check the situation.

Then, just after she pushed open the door of the bathroom, she saw a weird man in a white robe dragging an old man past her.

Belmode: “?”

Belmode looked at the scene in front of her and was stunned.

Is this how they play in Neon?

What a weird play, even more outrageous than the United States.

After recovering, she lowered her head and looked carefully.

Only then did she realize that the old man who was dragged was actually her accomplice in this action, Pisk.

Belmode: “…………”

Fujino also noticed the bathroom door that was pushed open at this time.

Turning his head, he saw a woman with blonde hair, thick lipstick, black high heels, and evening dress, who seemed to be even more outrageous than a certain Xiaoxue, staring at him.

Vermouth?

Yes, this guy is indeed here.

I didn't expect to meet him.

Fujino was also stunned, and their eyes met: "…………"

But Fujino can see Vermouth, but Vermouth can't see Fujino.

Fujino recovered, waved his right hand, and stretched out the silver-white hidden sword, pointing at Vermouth: "Leave, or die."

Vermouth narrowed his eyes, first glanced at Pisk who was dragged on the ground like a dead dog, and then glanced at the silver-white hidden sword pointing at him, and seemed to have some thoughts in his mind.

Vermouth made a decision.

Vermouth decisively chose to sell out his teammates.

Vermouth decisively turned around and stepped on her black high heels and walked away quickly.