Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Secondly, when I was helping Bourbon with Yi Yu on a mission, I got some information out of him—"

"Um!?"

Gin didn't want to listen to this nonsense, so he violently snatched the phone from Vermouth and presented Mark's photo to Cohen.

His tone became obviously impatient and irritable: "Cohen, hurry up and tell me who this guy is and where have you seen him."

Kil's heart was in his throat, his heart started beating suddenly, his hands and feet felt like they had entered the Arctic, and his body temperature dropped rapidly.

Cohen said coldly: "That's right, I have seen this person."

"It was about two years ago," Cohen recalled calmly, "The person in the photo that Rum sent me was this guy."

"Two years ago?" Gin snorted disdainfully.

Chianti poked Cohen's arm. "Why? Why would Rum send you a picture?"

"The warehouse where we agreed to meet was under surveillance," Cohen stated calmly. "Later, the meeting ended, and then Rum sent me a photo by email."

"He said," Cohen imitated Rum's tone, "this guy in Rye is all FBI."

"If you see me next time, just shoot me dead."

"What a nostalgic memory." Rum's voice suddenly came from the headset.

"Rum?!" everyone said in unison.

"Why are you interfering in our group!" Gin said angrily.

"Oh, is this impotent rage?" Rum sneered twice.

"Do you know that you are in trouble?" Rum said in a mocking tone, "This matter has been known by that adult."

"He severely criticized you! He said that you were being too high-profile!!"

"But," Rum said slowly, "it's not all criticism."

"That gentleman praised you for sending to hell the man that the FBI tried so hard to protect."

"Luckily you're back safely." James hugged Mark tightly, stroking his back, and asked in confusion: "Didn't you get shot in the back?"

Mark waved his hand: "This is all thanks to the copy paper."

"Huh?" James's small eyes were filled with confusion.

Mark recounted the whole story, and it turned out that it happened just before he appeared in the Black Organization.

He tied two packs of copy paper found in the tourist service center to his back and used them as a simple bulletproof vest.

Judy held up the blood-stained clothes: "But your clothes...are there holes in the front and back, and there's blood all over them."

"You mean that?" Conan added, "That's not real blood, that's plasma."

"plasma?"

"Because Agent Mark was wearing a duckbill beret made by the doctor, which contained blood plasma, we asked him to take out two bags of blood plasma and stick them on his chest and back respectively."

"But." Conan held up the frame of his glasses, "After the hat got wet, the mechanism that caused the plasma bag to burst broke."

Judy suddenly realized: "I know the blood plasma on my back came from being hit by those people, but what about my chest?"

"I shot him." Akai slowly stood up and put his beloved sniper rifle aside: "At the moment when Mark was shot in the back."

"I asked him to put the portable flashlight on the bulge of blood on his chest, so it would be easy to aim."

Conan opened his arms and praised: "The timing of the blood flowing out of the chest was so accurate! I almost thought that their bullets really shot through the copy paper."

Mark touched his head embarrassedly: "Actually, at that time...I almost thought I was shot too. The impact of the gunshot made me spit out blood."

"I see." James analyzed, "Because they knew they wanted to see Mark's face, you expected that they would not aim at the head, but at the back."

"Yes." Akai nodded calmly: "I also asked Mark to close the iron bars to prevent them from shooting his legs."

James raised doubts and refuted: "But if you had attacked them directly before Mark was hit by them, without these disguises, they would have retreated."

"No." Yusaku, who had been silent for a long time, replied: "If they do this, I think they will not let Mr. Mark go no matter what."

"Although Mr. Akai can shoot them with a rifle, those guys are too close to Mark, and the threat that Akai poses to them is far less than the threat that they pose to Mark."

"Besides, if I remember correctly, they were carrying grenades. If we want them to retreat, we must not only make them think that Mark is hopeless."

"And there can't be any injuries among them. If we randomly open fire and cause one of them to get injured and stay on the island, they will definitely get involved with the firefighters who arrive."

"If there is a head-on conflict, it will cause greater casualties."

Yusaku squeezed Akai's shoulder and said, "This is the most appropriate way to handle it now. You are worthy of being Mr. Akai."

"No." Akai stared at Conan meaningfully: "This is the idea that this kid and I came up with together. Fortunately, I brought you with me."

"Hehehe!" Conan grinned foolishly.

Judy stroked Conan's hair, temporarily putting aside the sadness in her heart: "You are indeed a cool boy! I really admire you more and more!"

Mark looked at him sincerely: "Thank you so much for saving me, Conan!"

"No." Conan shook his head politely: "It's mainly thanks to Mr. Akai."

Seeing no response, Conan turned his head to the side and found Akai and Yusaku whispering something.

"You haven't answered me yet about what we talked about at the tea party that night."

"Ah."

James returned to the topic, stroking his beard and thinking, "By the way, this time we sacrificed a large number of agents, but in the end we just drove them away."

"I didn't get any information..."

Mark raised his hand and said excitedly: "That...if that's the case! I heard a piece of information! I heard it from Vodka."

"It was a rumor about Rum," Mark recalled. "It was said that Rum was a big man, and that he looked like a woman, and that he wore artificial eyes when he was old."

"But only the prosthetic eye is true. The rest is fake news he spread."

"Right!" Mark clapped his hands. "Also, he said Rum changed his face and gave himself a random name."

A random...made-up name?

Conan immediately perked up and recalled the appearances and names of the three Rum suspects in his mind.

At this time, Baijiu also walked out of the airport, and a difficult task was waiting for him.

He officially served as the head of the operation team and went to Prague to carry out a secret mission.