The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand six hundred and twenty-four [Uzuo has a sense of proportion]

When Conan woke up, the other side.

After all, the same anesthetic was used. Although the dosage is different, the physique of the two people is very different.

Soon, Ireland also woke up.

The cadre from the dark organization was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the neat ceiling of the ward, feeling a little dazed for a while, and subconsciously still had a little peace of reaching heaven.

After several seconds, what happened before he was paralyzed, as well as the two terrifying shadows falling from the sky, suddenly jumped out of his mind.

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Ireland sat up abruptly and wanted to touch the gun, but it was in vain.

He looked down and found that someone changed himself into a hospital gown.

There is another person standing beside the hospital bed. The confidant has been honestly guarding the bedside. At this time, the senior peripheral member understood the boss's actions, and immediately winked secretly, telling Ireland that he hid the gun elsewhere—of course the ambulance did not take them to the organization's medical institution. , Instead, I found a nearby hospital. The doctors and nurses here are not members of the organization. If they see a gun, they may call the police.

The nurse in the ward was startled when he heard Ireland get up.

Looking up, she realized that it was just the patient sitting up in a dream, rather than someone coming in and lifting the bed to make trouble. She was relieved and asked casually, "How do you feel?"

"It's much better." Ireland restrained from showing a gloomy look, "Thank you."

He briefly asked a few words, and when the nurse left, he looked at the subordinates aside: "Bring me my coat, get out of here first!"

Two people left the hospital, Ireland said coldly: "What happened before?"

The confidant was stared at by him, so he couldn't pretend to be a taciturn and transparent person, so he had to report: "I drove the car out according to what you said, and was going to chase Kidd, but you never showed up. I can't accept it." When I got the reply, I felt a little strange, so I went to look around the theater building. Then, I saw..."

Thinking of the shameless boss lying on his back in the street with people coming and going, his confidant didn't know whether to talk about the next thing or not.

And this pause seems to have caused Ireland to misunderstand something.

Ireland looked suddenly enlightened, and then he said: "I saw me lying on the street and was almost hit by two people, so you pulled me away at a critical moment?"

Confidant: "...?"

Did you almost get hit by someone?

And this time there are still two people?

It's a pity that there is no shrine in London, otherwise I really want to pass by and secretly let the sacred power inside drive away the bad luck on my boss.

But after thinking about it again, this kind of "mildew smell" is probably not formed naturally, but the result of Wu Zuo's deliberate creation. Even if he really went to the shrine, he might just be unlucky with the shrine... He immediately discarded this idea.

Compared to this...

My confidant suddenly discovered that Ireland seemed to regard him as a savior?

For a moment, he wanted to nod his head to claim the merit.

But remembering that Uzo was in London at this time, and that he might be attacking him, his confidant immediately became alert.

In the end, he didn't dare to lie, so he bit the bullet and told the truth: "No, no one fell from upstairs. Also, when I arrived at the theater building, there were already, uh, quite a few people around you , what I did was to squeeze into the crowd to check your condition, and then I got into the ambulance that just arrived with you."

After speaking, he took the initiative to take the pot: "I'm very sorry, I'm late!"

Ireland:

Surrounded by many people? So much to even squeeze in?

Ireland understood its previous embarrassing situation from the few words of its subordinates. The mineral water bottle in his hand was crushed with a bang, and the water dripped down. Ireland's face was uglier than the wet mud.

However, as a pragmatic cadre, although it is unbearable to lose face, he still forced himself to focus on another important matter: "Did no one fall from the upstairs?"

The confidant nodded: "It should be like this. Because you fell on... Cough, because of an unexpected situation, there are a lot of people gathered there tonight. If someone really falls to his death or is seriously injured, he must escape But watch the eyes of the crowd.”

"Impossible, I clearly saw someone fall, and I saw it more than once."

Ireland squeezed her brows hard, trying to sort out the messy situation: "Uzo is playing tricks again? He clearly had the opportunity to kill me just now, but he didn't implement it... Could this **** be arrogant? Tell me in this way that my life is under control?"

Although his confidant had already guessed that Ireland might have provoked Uzo, when he heard the name whispered by his boss at this time, he was still shocked, wishing to plug his ears so as not to disturb this muddy water .

However, no matter how much you want to escape, if you hear it, you will hear it.

The confidant had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow the boss's words: "Among us members, we can actually hear some rumors about Uzo. I heard that he cares more about killing people than killing people." It’s fun. So he often doesn’t simply kill the target, but likes to play with it while pushing people into a corner.”

Ireland touched the pinhole on his arm and sneered: "Whether he is a hobby or not strong enough, as long as he cannot defeat the enemy with one blow, he must be prepared to be counterattacked by the opponent. A smooth battle is meaningless. The turnaround of the disadvantage is the most exciting - the more arrogant Uzo is now, the more people look forward to his expression before death. Now that I am at a disadvantage, it does not mean that I will never find a chance ~IndoMTL.com~ Confidant: " "Well, it would be great if this is the case. But he always felt that according to those rumors, Uzo must still be holding back his big moves, and these few jumps and smashing people may be just foreshadowing, just like the appetizer before the feast.

At this time, the confident boss next to him had other ideas.

Ireland wiped the water on her hands, slowly thinking: "However, he may not do this just for the sake of pure 'love'—Boss is not a good-tempered saint, he can tolerate Uzo ignoring the 'prohibition' The ban on "infighting" and the repeated assassination of other backbones show that he actually approves of Uzo in his heart. On the other hand, if Uzo has been fighting against the boss, then the current situation will not exist at all."

The confidant has been with him for more than ten years, and he quickly understood what Ireland wanted to express: "You mean to say that Uzo doesn't want to kill you, but he just cares about the boss's mood, so it's not good to do it directly?"

Ireland nodded.

But I still feel that something does not make sense: "But if this is the case, why did he let that woman appear and push me back to the point where I fell? It is impossible to just embarrass me, there must be a deeper purpose behind this .”