Chapter 749 Take Off Your Clothes (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

There was a rustling sound of conversation under his feet. Through the gap in the ventilation duct, Conan saw two robbers walking together to a wall with a red X painted on it, bending down to install something.

He pressed the tracking glasses, turned on the magnifying glass function, and finally saw the items in their hands.

Bomb!

What are these robbers going to do?

Blow up the bank?

Conan heard the two robbers say with a confused look on his face:

"As long as this wall is blown up, there is a sewer outside"

"Those stupid policemen really thought we would be stupid enough to fight to the death!"

"By the time they react, we will have already escaped!"

His face changed slightly. After learning the news, Conan immediately crawled along the ventilation duct, ready to tell the police outside about it.

When he left soon

"He's gone."

Robber No. 3 suddenly stopped, took off the heat-sensing glasses behind the mask, and showed a sarcastic smile:

"Fortunately, the captain is smart and let us bring the weapons in advance, otherwise it would be really dangerous this time."

From the moment Conan entered the bank, the robbers wearing heat-sensing devices knew of his existence.

But the robbers did not make a fuss, but instead used Conan's trick.

"Let a child sneak into the bank, they can do it!"

Robber No. 4 piled the bombs next to the wall, confirmed that the triggering device was correct, returned to the vault, and continued to put the gold bars into the luggage bag.

They will not take this money away, it's all bait.

If they don't take the gold bars, they are fake robbers, and if they take the gold bars, they become real.

Even if the gold bars are at hand, they will not take one away, this is the principle.

However

Robber No. 3 failed to resist the temptation and broke the principle.

While his companions were not paying attention, he quietly put a 1,000-gram gold bar into his waist, and then left as if nothing had happened.

"No, no!"

After leaving the ventilation duct, Conan trotted to Makoto Sakaki, climbed onto his shoulder like a monkey, and whispered:

"This group of robbers intends to blow up the wall and escape through the sewer!"

"Huh?"

Makoto Sakaki was surprised:

"How did you know?"

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

Conan, who was originally a little anxious, calmed down a little and said:

"But I always feel that they are cheating."

"This group of robbers are well-trained, they are all elites, and they are probably veterans, but they would actually do it as if no one was there. Tell us the plan?"

"Nansheng, you found the blind spot."

Sakaki Cheng picked up the short Conan and put him on the ground:

"They won't reveal the escape plan."

"They must be acting."

"Hmm"

Conan muttered with a frown in thought:

"Then how do they plan to escape?"

"Who knows."

Sakaki Cheng said indifferently:

"Maybe they will just walk out of the front door in a swagger."

"Walk out. Ouch!!!"

Fists as big as black pots rained down on Conan's head.

Without looking back, Conan knew who this set of Wing Chun Ip Man combination punches came from.

After getting beaten up, Kogoro Maori grabbed Conan by the collar and asked:

"Where did you go?"

"Toilet! Toilet!"

Conan hung his head, looking like a drowned chicken:

"I went to the toilet."

"Stop it!"

With a gleam in his eyes, Kogoro Maori pointed at the dust on Conan's knees and elbows:

"I bow down to you, you're having a feast in the toilet?"

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Conan suddenly found that the uncle's observation ability seemed to have improved a lot, and he could even notice such a small detail as dust.

However.

He was still better at making up lies.

"I ran too fast and accidentally fell down!"

Conan said with his neck stiff:

"If you don't believe me, ask big brother Makoto Sakaki!"

"He knew I went to the toilet!"

Hey, hey, hey, why do you involve me in your family affairs?

Seeing Maori Kogoro looking over, Makoto Sakaki rubbed his brows and said:

"Yes, yes, I testify that he went to the toilet."

Makoto Sakaki then gave up and stopped pursuing the matter.

"Stay here honestly. If I find out that you are running around, be careful of a blow to your butt!"

"I know, I know."

Conan didn't take Maori Kogoro's threat seriously at all.

"Captain Kyogoku."

Makoto Sakaki found Kyogoku Naohiko and told him the information Conan brought back.

"Sewer?"

Kyogoku Naohiko was stunned for a moment, then he took out the bank structure diagram and found a black pipe in the employee rest room.

The robber's plan was feasible.

There are two types of sewers: one is the rainwater channel, which is as wide as a palace, and the other is the sewage channel, which is dirty and smelly.

The underground water channels in Tokyo are intricate, like a maze, and a huge amount of wastewater flows into the sewage treatment plant along the sewers every day.

There is a storm drain under the Shiling Bank, which leads directly to the bay drain.

Because it didn't rain in the past two days, the water level in the sewer is not high now, so you can walk forward.

Once the robbers get the gold bars, they can go along the sewer and land at any manhole cover in Tokyo.

Clicking on the map, Kyogoku Naohiko made a prompt decision and called a dozen team members to ambush in advance at the place where the storm drain must pass, vowing to catch the robbers.

Kyogoku Naohiko is not in a good mood now.

The life and death of the three seriously injured commandos were unknown, which made him very angry.

SAT walked around out of the robber's sight, pried open the manhole cover on the ground, turned on the flashlight on his shoulder, and sneaked into the sewer like a frogman.

at the same time

The Metropolitan Police Department also dispatched a helicopter to monitor the robbers' every move from the air.

The three directions of sea, land and air were heavily guarded, and the robbers had no chance of escaping. Everyone thought so.

"Well, I understand."

In the bank lobby, robber No. 1 spoke fluent American English and was talking to someone on the phone.

Soon, he put down his phone, looked back at his companion, and said:

"Mission failed, prepare to retreat."

"fail?"

Robber No. 3, who had a gold bar in his waist, said in disbelief:

"How could it fail?"

"This is an assassination attempt!"

"The Japanese authorities dispatched a security SWAT team SP. These people are specifically responsible for protecting the safety of the emperor, prime minister, important ministers, foreign leaders and political figures."

The face of robber No. 1 is not pretty:

"The security SWAT team only has a total strength of 200 people. This time, 20 people were dispatched at once. It's really a big deal."

"It seems that some people don't want Thomas Sindora to die."

"But."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and retreat as planned. The mission over there has failed. It's time for us to protect ourselves!"

"well!"

Robber No. 3 sighed and walked towards the hostage with a gun.

Looking around at the remaining 14 hostages, he selected 5 fairly tall men, put a gun to their heads, and yelled:

"Stand up!"

"Take off your clothes!"

"Follow me backstage!"