Chapter 770 A Group of Talents

"It's Kogoro Maori, the sleeping detective is worthy of his reputation."

Throwing away the needle in her hand, Nurse A touched the medical tray with her right hand, held the hanging glucose and smashed it lightly at the end of the bed, knocking a sharp crack on the glass bottle, and then put it on Takuzo Axie's neck.

Of course, the most nervous and embarrassed person now is not Takuzo Axie himself, but Kogoro Maori, or Kaito Kuroba, who is holding a can of coffee on his left hand.

"I should have been able to react, it's all the coffee's fault." Not wanting to admit that the injury on his body still affected him, Kaito Kuroba explained to Takuzo Axie and the two policemen: "It's really delicious."

"You are not Kogoro Maori either?!"

Ginzo Nakamori's eyes almost popped out of his sockets. He pouted at "Kuroba Kaito" with disdain, and saw that this guy was very skillfully hiding at the door, rolled his eyes and sighed.

[It is Kaito after all…]

But this kid is indeed fine, which makes the police father-in-law feel a little relieved.

"Let go of Mr. Fujiang, surrender obediently, and accept the arrest of the police." Officer Nishimura's pistol has been pointed at the nurse's feet, but he can raise it in an instant if he wants.

"As long as you tell us who is behind you, the Hakodate Police Station will apply for a reduction in your sentence."

"Really, I think this is really..." The nurse who held Fujiang Takuzo hostage was slightly moved on her face, and then suddenly turned sarcastic: "You don't think what you said is very touching, do you?"

"Whether it's touching or not, my promise is always valid."

Officer Nishimura saw Fujiang Takuzo dancing with his hands and feet but not daring to move his neck. He was silently accusing, but he noticed that the police ignored him and still couldn't help it.

"Did you see what she had in her hand? It's the thing stuck on my neck, and it will probably kill me in an instant."

"Wow, if you didn't mention it, I really wouldn't have seen it." Kuroba Kaito's words instantly attracted everyone's attention to himself. He spread his hands stiffly and looked at Officer Nishimura with some grievance: "What are you doing? The air is very condensed."

"Although Officer Nishimura probably doesn't like this, I still have to say that you did a good job."

While everyone was paying attention to Kuroba Kaito, Officer Nakamori, who suddenly launched a surprise attack on the nurses, grabbed Nurse A's hand directly, and then kicked Axie Takuzo off the bed, crawling around on the ground like a newborn baby.

"It would be better if you didn't plan to get into the arms of another nurse, Mr. Axie."

In the blink of an eye of Officer Nishimura, the scene in the ward changed drastically. Officer Nakamori pinched Nurse A's right hand, and the two people's left hands grabbed each other's collars. By the window, Takumi Afue, who was leaning on the windowsill, was waving outside. He didn't realize that he didn't seem to have sent anyone downstairs, so he hid in the corner of the room in disappointment and curled up, hoping that the entangled nurse Miss B and "Mr. Maori" would not see him.

…

"So follow the plan."

Gojo held an old-fashioned film camera in his hand. The people he brought were being searched by a group of bodyguards from Miura. The subordinates who were not carrying weapons passed quickly, so a group of people prepared to return to the ward.

"I can't believe that there is a newspaper called "The Daily Planet" in the United States, Mr. Clark Kent, and your Japanese is so good."

"If you have been to the United States, you will probably know that half of the families in New York read this newspaper every morning."

Of course, he didn't know, this was all written by Kudo Yuji in the character setting, but coincidentally, this information was still true.

Miura held a can of tea and a can of coffee, and approached Gojo with some curiosity, but his eyes fell on the camera in Gojo's hand.

"Why not use a digital camera?"

"We are going to many places with harsh environments, and film cameras are more reliable." Gojo looked at Miura who was hesitant to speak, and patted him on the shoulder twice: "I don't think this is what you want to ask."

"Okay, okay, then I'll ask." Miura stared at Gojo with a suspicious look: "Are you really not related to the guy wearing red shorts outside?"

"Superman is fictional." Gojo was very polite. He deliberately opened his collar a little so that Miura could see that there was no blue battle suit inside.

"It just so happens that the author of Superman added his own personality and work to the comics."

Wu Cheng pointed at Miura in confusion: "I thought the original author's signature on the first page of the movie was obvious enough."

"You mean, you are the original author of Superman?"

Miura was surprised: "Why do you want to interview Mr. Fu Jiang?"

"Need I say, treasure hunting will always attract everyone's attention." Wu Cheng grinned: "Maybe we should go meet Mr. Fu Jiang now."

"Of course, he must be waiting for you all."

The moment Miura turned his head, Wu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that telling lies was more tiring than fighting.

"Squeak." Wu Cheng's people suddenly stopped, stopped the one walking in front, and pointed at the men in black suits who had just entered the door and carried canvas bags.

"They seem to have taken black hats out of their pockets and hung them on their heads."

As soon as a bodyguard finished speaking, the group of people immediately realized and started looking for cover together.

"Wow, you are really experienced reporters."

Looking at the "American reporters" who were kneeling and alerting more standardly than himself and his men, Miura praised Gojo who was hiding behind the same fire cabinet as him. Not seeing the speechless look in his eyes and not hearing the hypocritical compliment of "mutually", Miura waved his hand a little embarrassedly.

"This outfit, it's Brian's people."

Miura told Gojo seriously what the other party could see at a glance, and then reminded the group of reporters to take shelter first, took out a gun from his pocket and gestured to his own people.

"Are you crazy? The other side is holding a submachine gun, what's the use of your small pistol?" Gojo widened his eyes. Even if he was a powerful person, when more than a dozen submachine guns were pointed at him, there was only one end, that is, being shot into a sieve, not to mention the person holding a pistol to attract hatred.

"If there were police outside who shot me to death, I would not rush out." Miura said with a bitter face: "But now I have to go up, otherwise what will happen to the other people in the hospital."

[This guy, it's still reasonable. 】

Gojo had a slightly changed opinion of Miura, and felt that this guy was much better than he thought.

"It would be great if the sir's men were here, so I could hide behind them."

Gojo didn't hear Miura's mumbling, or rather, he pretended not to hear it, and hesitated about how to suddenly attack without hurting the patients and their families who were already frightened by the sudden appearance of the masked man.

"Ahem, I have an idea." Gojo whispered in Miura's ear.

"Good idea!"

So the bodyguards and fake reporters watched their boss raise his hands and stand up. (End of this chapter)