Conan: The Mechanic

"Hello?" Irish answered the phone. "I see, you can just wait for me at the place, and I'll be there right away."

After hanging up the phone, Irish took out two restraints with one hand in front of Conan. "There's no other way, since you don't want to wear it yourself, I can only help you wear it. If it hurts you, then I can only say I'm sorry, after all, the power of this gun is a little bit for you. Big. After all, I only need your brain and your mouth, and the rest is up to you to protect."

Saying so, Irish raised the muzzle and aimed at Conan.

Conan naturally realized what Irish was going to do, and he didn't want to experience the bad feeling of being interrupted by a large-caliber pistol like the Desert Eagle. So before Irish's guns locked onto him, he was already evading.

"Boom!" Compared with the sparks that appeared where Conan was standing, the deafening sound of the large-caliber pistol itself was more shocking to everyone who heard the death god's summoning spell, and made them feel the deep fear from the bottom of their hearts. . If it weren't for Conan's evasion just after Irish was ready to shoot as fast as possible, so that Irish could neither adjust the angle of the shot to re-target after Conan evaded, nor finish the shot before Conan started evading, hitting Conan .

"You can't run away!" Irish was not too surprised when the first shot missed. "Why are you still doing such a senseless resistance?"

"Has your gun been modified?" Conan, who hid behind the wall of the coffee shop, asked loudly. "Even a .44 caliber (0.44 inch, developed in 1986) Desert Eagle doesn't make that sound?"

"Afraid?" Irish asked slowly approaching the coffee shop. "Come out when you're scared. You and I don't want to see you being hit."

"You'd better be careful with yourself," Conan replied. "If you change the barrel rashly, you may blow your own hand off if you shoot indiscriminately!"

Irish stopped abruptly, and realized that Conan's words all seemed to come from the same direction.

Did you stop for the sake of bickering? Since I made such a big mistake, don't blame me for taking advantage of you.

"This is not a modified gun, but the latest .50AE Desert Eagle," Irish said as he approached Conan who was talking, and slightly lowered his voice when approaching Conan to conceal the fact that he was approaching there. "This is not something that a .44 little guy can compare to."

"Great power has disadvantages," Conan retorted still on the spot. "At least you don't dare to shoot me, right? A gun of this caliber can break me into two pieces anywhere. Are you sure that I will live until you bring me to your leader after being wounded. when?"

"Use your fingerprints if it really doesn't work." After hesitating for a moment, Irish started heading straight in the direction of Conan's voice.

If the goal is to kill Conan, Irish, who has a pistol, will definitely choose to fire at a place far enough away from Conan and with a wide enough field of vision to lock on to Conan - but he really doesn't want to fire, after all, fire It means that Conan is likely to be in danger of life, and the dead Kudo Shinichi is obviously not a big threat to the status of the living Kudo Shinichi pair of Gin.

So, the best option is to come to the other side of the wall of the coffee shop where Conan is hiding, and then use the **** of a gun to knock him to the ground with a cold weapon, and then complete the restraint.

Finally, after another chat or two, Irish touched the other side of the wall where Conan was standing, and Conan just refuted his last sentence within 20 centimeters of Irish's straight-line distance.

caught you.

Holding the barrel of the loaded pistol in his hand, Irish suddenly stood up, turned his upper body over the wall of the coffee shop, and looked at Conan, who was hiding on the opposite side of the wall.

However, he didn't see anything - there was nothing at all where Conan's voice came from.

"!?" Irish showed a stunned expression.

Right beside him, there was a solid crashing sound. Before he could react, his wrist was hit by a very powerful force, and the Desert Eagle in his hand was knocked out of his hand by this blow and flew out. "what!"

In the direction from which the collision sound came, Conan was returning to his normal standing position from the stance he had taken when he took the free-kick vigorously - he stuck the remote sounding part of the bow-tie voice changer under a table in a coffee shop, and he himself Then he took a small canister with sugar packets from the table and hid beside it.

As long as he uses that remote sounding part to sound, he should be able to fool Irish, and as long as he concentrates completely on where the sounding element of the bow is, Conan can attack from the side.

Just now he kicked the pistol out of Irish's hand with the candy canister he just got.

Next, there is still the energy of two kicks, and you have to kick a big thing to control him... After all, if it goes well, after the second kick, you can completely destroy this guy, and then you can get this guy by yourself. gun and held him with the gun until the police arrived.

But at this moment, Conan suddenly found that the energy switch on his shoe suddenly exploded - at the same time, another gunshot came.

Irish shot? But just now, he should have kicked the Desert Eagle out of his hand at least four or five meters, and the gun should have landed in the dining area of ​​the coffee shop with many tables and chairs. It should not be so easy for Irish to find it. ?

Wait a minute, isn't the volume of the gunshot just a little lower than the previous one?

Conan suddenly realized what might have happened~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and looked at Irish.

As Conan thought, theoretically, Irish couldn't have time to pick up the gun that Conan had kicked away - in fact, he couldn't do it either.

But he brought another pistol with what appeared to be a small caliber.

"Do you really have a set, my great detective?" Irish seemed to have a cigar in his mouth at some point. "But unfortunately, the game is over."

At this moment, Conan suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his legs. Immediately afterwards, the acid and numbness quickly spread to the whole body. Although it did not cause any fatal wounds, it left Conan in a state of paralysis for a short period of time. The ability to raise his hand to use an anesthesia needle is also gone, because his whole body has no consciousness at all. "!?"

"You still got hit, my great detective?" Irish showed the smug look the hunter had after catching the prey, and walked to Conan's side. Only then did Conan realize that Irish was holding an unlit cigar, which turned out to be a blowtorch. "What's the matter? Are you looking at this on my mouth? The battery blows the arrow. After hitting the human body, the arrow can instantly send a current to the body of the hit person. Although the time is not long, the intensity is not small. Even an adult was shot. After that, if you are not talented, you will have to surrender obediently, let alone a child like you."

In the distance, the sound of a helicopter came.

"Well, it looks like we'll be leaving soon." Saying this, Irish put a restraint on Conan's gloves. "But you are quite troublesome, you injured my hand. Now you can only get on the plane by yourself - be careful, don't fall and die when you board the plane."