The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand six hundred and seventy【It should be Ireland’s fault】

Vodka looked down at the phone screen. The next moment, a hellish scene of fire came into view—this is a photo taken in the terminal hall.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the outside is full of vehicle debris and even the wreckage of an airplane, burning with flames.

Vodka: "???" Plane wreckage = air crash = no survivors, so... Wu Zuo is dead?

! This thought flashed through his mind, Vodka held the phone and stayed where he was. Originally, seeing these days

"The 'Unlucky Passers-by' were smashed one after another", and last night

The news that "a man fainted in the street outside a theater in London" made him think that the guy in Ireland had lost all hope.

Unexpectedly, the turning point came so suddenly. Like a desperate coach who suddenly sees his team, which is far behind by a large score, score ten goals in a row and make a thrilling comeback, Vodka has a dreamlike experience.

It took him a long time before he recovered from this dreamlike scene, and excitedly punched the air several times—if it wasn’t for the silence of the night here, and shouting could easily attract the attention of others, he would have looked up to the sky and cheered, with The whole world shares its joy.

At this time, Gin's voice suddenly sounded from behind: "What's the matter? I'm so happy."

"!" Vodka was taken aback, and jumped back to its original state,

"Big brother! Have you finished your business?" Gin glanced at Vodka's phone screen. He originally thought it was some idol who announced that he was going to change careers, but when he looked carefully, the photos on his phone turned out to be like a scene from a disaster movie.

Gin stared for a moment, and immediately realized that the reason for Vodka's happiness might be different from what he imagined.

He took Vodka's phone and looked down. Vodka recalled how excited he was just now, broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly corrected his attitude: "Heaven is jealous of talents, good fortune and misfortune are impermanent-why did such a thing happen? Wu Zuo is still so young, but God is so cruel to him Lose a member who is still growing, and our assassination efficiency will drop again in the future." Qin Jiu scratched the news finger and sneered sinisterly: "You'd better go to a class to improve your acting skills, otherwise you won't Unfold this clumsy performance in front of me." Really hot eyes.

"..." Vodka calmed down and listened to the training with his head bowed. Gin looked at it for a while, then threw the phone back to him: "Go check the latest news, I remember there are people from us near the airport, let them go and stand by." Vodka was startled.

Such a big event in a public place will definitely become a big news soon. But now, the cadres involved have been blown to pieces, and Wuzuo has never left any evidence in his work, and there is no need to deal with the aftermath... In short, according to the normal logic of acting, the members of the organization should hide as far away as possible to avoid being involved and exposed Yes, why let people pass by instead?

Vodka pondered Shangyi suspiciously: "Let them go...to avenge Wuzuo?"

"Revenge?" Gin Jiu glanced at him,

"Oh, I'm afraid you will be disappointed, he is still alive."

"!?" The vodka was hit on the forehead like a heavy hammer: the plane was blown up like that, how is this possible!

He froze for a moment, then looked down at his phone. The news is still quietly lying on the screen at this time - just now Vodka saw the wreckage of the plane in the photo, because

The idea of ​​"I hope Wu Zuo will not come back" is too strong, and he knows

The message "Wu Zuo is on the plane". Combining the two, Vodka's brain subconsciously produced the best results for him when he saw that powerful photo, especially the wreckage of the plane in the photo.

But now... after carefully capturing the key words of the news, Vodka realized that the burning plane was the empty plane that had stopped at the airport to refuel before, not the one that Wu Zuo was on.

As for Wuzuo's plane, although it was dangerous, it is still flying in the sky. Vodka: "..." Isn't this dead?

This guy's life is too tough! He was eager to know the status of the plane, frantically refreshing the news, and the refresh button almost burst into sparks.

Gin Jiu's gloomy voice floated from the side: "Cursing Wu Zuo seems to be more important than your job. He has such a high position in your heart. If he survives this time, it seems that I should take care of him." Convey your concern to him." Vodka: "..." Brother, don't!

Brother, I was wrong! Thinking about that possibility, the spirit of vodka is about to fly. He just came back to his senses. Thinking of how he actually left his elder brother aside in order to read the news, the cold sweat suddenly broke out again.

Vodka: "..." Luckily, my elder brother is familiar with Wu Zuo's tricks of sowing discord, so he won't be fooled by it... After all, didn't you forget to cheat him remotely?

Damn Wu Zuo! Although Vodka was anxious about the situation of the plane, he didn't dare to indulge in the news anymore.

He immediately wanted to get in the car and serve as the driver for Gin, but found that Gin sat in the driver's seat—this appearance was to let Vodka be the co-pilot and free up his hands to check the news.

"Even for the organization, bombing the airport is not a trivial matter. What the **** is Wuzuo doing? Ireland is so fun?" "Although my elder brother and I also tried to blow up the Shinkansen, we did it for the mission. Wu Zuo did this kind of thing just for his own fun... I hope the boss will not let him go this time, and punish him. Give me a severe punishment! For example, demote Wuzuo to places like the South Pole or the North Pole, so that he will never be able to return to Tokyo.” Vodka prayed ~IndoMTL.com~ while unfolding the laptop, crackling and tapping .

Thanks to Brother Gin for his thoughtfulness, it is really necessary to let him sit in the co-pilot, so that he can free up his hands to check the information, otherwise he is really worried that he will be absent-minded and drive the car into the ditch.

Vodka opened a few pages, frantically refreshing the news, and at the same time used the small software he made before to catch relevant news all over the Internet: the complaints from the airport passengers’ private blogs were captured, and the airport’s surveillance was also invaded. I can listen to the recording of the aircraft cockpit again... Well, the last one will take some time, so let's record it on the schedule and deal with it later.

A large amount of information flashed across the screen, and Vodka's head, which was not very good at acting and doing things, was very flexible on the Internet, and quickly pieced together the complete news.

Besides, Gin Jiu listened to the crackling keyboard, thinking about how to report this sudden accident to the boss.

At this time, he remembered the email he had received before - the one from Ireland, the content seemed to be

"I will be invited by Wu Zuo to come to this flight for an appointment, and people who have nothing to do with it will avoid it."