The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Chapter 1106 Hitting the bullseye

"Well, the number of people and transmitters roughly matches."

Gin glanced at the red dot on the other window, checked the received image, and nodded calmly.

"There's a person lying in the back seat," Chianti reminded. "It could be Kiel."

"Let's wait and see what happens to the other cars."

Without making any judgment in advance, Gin shook the cigarette in his hand.

The FBI is not completely stupid, it is impossible not to guess their intentions.

Even if I have to pretend, I have to pretend to be an alternative option to distract their attention.

Soon, images from three different trackers were transmitted over, and Gin opened them one by one and compared them.

There were also 9 people in the second car, similar to the number in the first car, and none of them carried any transmitters.

There were only two people in the third car.

"It's like some kind of puzzle."

In the headphones, Kumail, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said something, which made the smile that had just bloomed on Gin's lips freeze for a moment.

He knew that this guy wouldn't stay quiet.

"Shut up and mind your own business. Don't bother with my judgment."

"Yes Yes……"

The sound of fabric rubbing against each other disappeared from Kumail's side, and silence fell again, as if the microphone had been turned off.

Gin was too lazy to judge what was going on on his side. He just thought he was deliberately causing trouble and looked through the three images again.

"Okay, Gin, have you made up your mind?" Chianti's impatient voice quickly rang out. "If you delay any longer, the rifle on my back will be too hot to hold!"

She was saying that without clear instructions, she wouldn't bother with confidentiality and was ready to just open fire and spray the vehicles in front.

Anyway, the person sitting above is not the FBI, but someone connected to the FBI, so it would not be unfair to kill them all.

"Do we need to eliminate my options first?" Vodka spoke quickly, lest Gin get irritated by Chianti and Cohen, the two abstract figures. "There are only two of them, and their route is completely off. They're circling the hospital. They're probably just interfering with the project."

Gin pressed down the brim of his hat and was about to give clear instructions when another voice came from the headset, prompting him to connect to the communication.

"Gin, sorry to have kept you waiting. I've already locked onto Akai Shuichi's location."

"Vermouth, you're too slow." Gin said bluntly, "Kumair has already caught up with Curacao, and you just found him."

"There's nothing I can do. My opponent is that Shuichi Akai." Vermouth laughed, her eyes fixed accurately on the passenger seat of the car in front.

Just as she was passing by the car, she noticed that the seat belt on the passenger seat was inexplicably stretched out.

The person in the passenger seat is completely invisible from the rear angle, but if it was just to conceal Kil's position, Shuichi Akai actually didn't need to deliberately fasten the passenger seat belt.

Not only will it fail to mislead people, it will also be seen through at a glance.

Unless... there's someone in the passenger seat.

Someone who can sit next to Akai Shuichi, someone who can't be observed from behind...

"Akai probably anticipated that someone would target him. He didn't park his car in the hospital parking lot, but more than a kilometer outside the hospital. I also spent some effort looking for him." Vermouth's heart tightened slightly, but her tone remained relaxed and leisurely.

"What about the location? Where exactly is Shuichi Akai?" Gin ignored her defense and just asked.

"We just passed Haido Park and haven't entered Beika Town yet." Vermouth narrowed her eyes and finally made up her mind, "It's closer to the second car. Maybe it's guarding it."

In fact, Shuichi Akai's vehicle was not chasing the second car at all.

But at this point, Vermouth could not change Gin's plan much except blurring the direction of the vehicle.

If you can't see someone using the seatbelt from behind, there's only one possibility: the user is a very small person, such as a child.

And being able to stay with Shuichi Akai, no matter if he was a cool guy or the hateful Sherry, she couldn't easily sell them out to Gin.

Cool guy was the one she wanted to protect, and Shirley's life was now closely related to Tang Zezhao's.

These were all her weaknesses that forced her to be careful and cautious.

"Looks like the answer is the car Cohen followed," Chianti's voice rang out, followed by a rather bored tut. "And then I had nothing to do with it. How boring."

"I'll meet up with Vermouth as soon as possible." Cohen said knowingly, "Leave Akai Shuichi to me..."

"No, don't worry. Cohen, don't change lanes following the second car." Gin interrupted him.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, the real target is either in the third car, or in Akai Shuichi's hands."

Gin's voice was cold and deep, causing Tang Ze to pause slightly in his forward steps.

Without interfering with the original arrangement at all, Gin still provided a second option that was different from the original route.

How exactly is this possible? Could this be another way for science's enemies to sense things?

Tang Ze shook his head helplessly, but still opened the car door and started the car.

As the organization's only reliable pillar, Gin was a real tough nut to crack. He seemed to sense the problem with the slightest change in Akai Shuichi's situation, and he responded incredibly quickly.

Everything seemed to be brought back on track... Fortunately, Tang Ze was well prepared.

“Why do you think so?” Vermouth felt her palms sweating as she gripped the motorcycle handlebars, her smile still lingering in her voice. “Akai Shuichi himself is such a conspicuous target, there’s no reason to put Gil in such a dangerous place, right?”

"He's exploiting that very psychology of yours," Gin retorted. "With Akai Shuichi's driving skills, if he truly wanted to draw fire away from his real target, there's no need for a defensive cruise. He could have simply provoked us directly, drawing our attack. Driving so methodically isn't his style for escaping. You've seen what he looks like when he's being chased."

Vermouth recalled the brief confrontation in Gunma Prefecture, raised her eyebrows, and did not refute.

In the critical moment, Shuichi Akai was completely slippery, which can be described as a man of great skill and courage.

If it weren't for Bourbon's reckless driving skills, there would be no need to send out a helicopter. He would be able to leave the organization behind completely by halfway.

"But brother, there are only two people in the third car. The driver is indeed an FBI agent. I just went around to the other side to confirm." Vodka spoke up in time to confirm again, "Do you really want to follow them?"

"Maybe it's Kir in the passenger seat." Gin sneered, "Even if it's not Kir, it could be Curacao."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"There are very few female FBI members in this operation, and most of them are in the second car." Gin repeatedly reviewed the images, clearly stating his judgment. "The only one with decision-making ability should be the woman with glasses. She was already encountered and subdued by Kumail. It's impossible that she was in the car."

The person responsible for driving at this moment must be the one with the best driving skills in their team.

The person sitting in the co-pilot seat will be the one responsible for making decisions via radio communication.

Without Judy, the remaining options suddenly became much smaller.

"Both Curacao and Kiel are women. Taking advantage of everyone's subconscious belief that the patient would be placed in the back seat, they could easily put the unconscious Kiel or Curacao in the passenger seat and take them away."

"So, is this also the reason for going back to the hospital?"

"They thought we wouldn't investigate that hospital again. It was a move that exploited inertia. It was like Rye."

Suddenly, Gin uttered the name "Rye" after a long time, and there was a brief silence in the communication for a few seconds.

Before being exposed, rye whiskey had already occupied a very important position in the action team, and it and gin had formed a situation where the kings did not meet each other.

Because of the situation at the time, there was even a vague rumor in the organization that "Rye Whiskey was not actually an undercover agent at all, but was just hindering Gin's position and was forced to rebel in the struggle."

As members of the action team, they were all well aware of Shuichi Akai's dominance in this area. Their silence at this moment was the best response to Gin's speech.

"Today is the day he dies. Everyone, follow them."

"This everyone doesn't include me, right?"

Just when the atmosphere was extremely tense, Kumail's soft, nonchalant voice broke in again, once again suppressing the corners of Gin's mouth that had just been raised.

"...Just mind your own business and shut up, Kumail! I told you, this operation has nothing to do with Rum!"

"Well, if you say it's irrelevant, then it's irrelevant. You're not near Haido Park, are you, everyone?"

“…I just passed by, but I turned around and followed Akai Shuichi in the other direction.” Vermouth blinked and glanced at the traffic behind. “Are you going to do anything, Kumail?”

Her expression under the helmet was more cheerful than before, and she couldn't help but smile.

If Cool Guy was really dragged into the forefront of the conflict, she was willing to believe that Kumail, like herself, would make some radical choices for the safety of the children.

That’s what complicity is all about.

"That's good. I can't control you if you're here. Everyone, hold on to your seatbelts."

Yuya Kazami glanced at the rearview mirror, checked the time on his watch, and tightened his grip on the steering wheel slightly.

He knew that Tang Ze was always on time, and he also knew how serious Tang Ze was about this.

He wasn't worried about any problems with the plan's implementation; he was just worried about it being too realistic...

"boom!"

Almost at the moment when the pointer on his dial pointed to the exact time, a car in the traffic flow on the side suddenly accelerated, changed lanes, and hit the vehicle he was driving with a clear purpose.

Even though he had rehearsed and knew the other party's plan, when his car lost control, Yuya Kazami still instinctively panicked because of the huge force.

He knew it, he knew it! What about turning the steering wheel and coordinating? This collision was definitely real!

There was a loud noise of a vehicle collision behind her, followed by the sharp sound of brakes rubbing against the ground, and then an even more violent sound of hitting a hard object. The series of sounds distracted her a little and she almost hit the vehicle next to her.

"I got it. Ten rings."

In the communication, only Kumail's voice, which was still soft and joyful with a slight smile, could be heard.

As if it wasn't him who had carelessly crashed into another car, causing an extremely eye-catching car accident.

"Kumair, you--!" Vermouth's surprise did not require any acting.

It was not because of anything else, but because they were not driving on flat ground, but on a bridge.

Following Kumail's attack, the car he hit, along with Kumail's car, directly crashed through the side guardrail and fell towards the water below in full view of everyone.

The entire lane was briefly paralyzed due to the accident.

Whether it was the vehicle that braked suddenly from behind or the vehicle passing in front, they all slowed down, which soon caused a series of small car accidents. Vermouth had to stop the motorcycle and change direction to avoid the possible gaze of Shuichi Akai.

The collision was real, and even with the most agile people, accidents in such incidents are extremely difficult to avoid.

She knew that Kumail, who was out of the plan, must have his own tricks, but she was still surprised by how direct and reckless he was...

"Don't worry, I'm safe."

"...You're being ridiculous!" Chianti's voice was almost screaming, "I was right behind you! Damn, the car in front of me rear-ended me, and I almost hit the curb."

"Haha, isn't that great? Or do you prefer a chase scene to a traffic jam caused by a car accident? Come on, seniors. This isn't a crime drama; that's too boring."

"Kumair!"

Tang Ze, who was hanging on the edge of the bridge with the hook in his hand, took off his headset and moved away a little.

Even though it was muffled in the helmet, when Chianti screamed loudly, the decibel and tone were still extremely harsh, like a screaming chicken toy being stepped on.

Tang Ze waited until the earphones were quiet before putting them back on. He gently swung the hook in his hand and grabbed hold of another load-bearing structure under the bridge. He also cleverly avoided the crowd that was gathering above, approaching, and looking down.

He looked down at the two cars slowly sinking below, and watched the ejected Yuya Kazami hugging the frowning Curacao, who seemed to have fainted again and rolling around awkwardly on the grass on the embankment, also hiding in the shadows above, with a smile on his lips.

"This is a good way to get Curacao out of their control. You said it yourself, life or death, didn't you, Senior?"