Chapter 552 Falling into the wolf's den
Soon after.
The bus has gradually moved towards the suburbs.
Under the strong threat of the gangsters, the police did not dare to send helicopters and police cars to follow.
The only solution they can take now seems to be to compromise with the gangsters:
"Brother, the Metropolitan Police Department has agreed to our request!"
The gangster put down his cell phone and raised a sinister smile on his lips:
"Our plans can move forward."
"Haha." The leading brother also smiled coldly: "The people in the Metropolitan Police Department are really a bunch of idiots."
"I thought I would have to spend a lot of time dealing with them, but I didn't expect them to just bow their heads and admit defeat without doing anything."
This game seems to be getting more and more stable.
And just then.
boom!
There was a sudden loud noise from the bottom of the carriage.
The bus that was running smoothly suddenly veered to one side, causing the two gangsters standing in the aisle to stagger.
But they quickly held on to the seats next to them and stood firm with difficulty.
Then he subconsciously cursed at the bus driver:
"What are you doing?"
"How do you drive this car! Do you want to die?!"
"No, no," the bus driver firmly held the steering wheel, instinctively stepped on the brakes to slow down, and replied without tears, "I didn't do anything."
"It's this car. It seems to have a flat tire."
"Nonsense! How could this car have a flat tire if it's driving well!"
The two gangsters cursed subconsciously.
But the bus's ever-slowing speed, as well as its body that tilted obviously to one side, clearly told them that the bus had indeed "accidentally" punctured a tire.
"How could such an accident happen?"
The gangster's younger brother's heart sank, and he couldn't help but asked his elder brother nervously:
"No, there couldn't be a sniper who quietly blew out our tires, right?"
"Don't scare yourself!"
"Why are snipers shooting tires?!"
"If the tire is punctured, won't the hostages still be in our hands?"
The leading brother cursed for a while to stabilize the morale of the soldiers.
But he instinctively shrank his head.
Until I secretly glanced out the car window and found that there were no police cars suddenly surrounding me, and I couldn't see anyone pointing a gun at me.
The leading brother straightened up with confidence and exposed his head from the seat:
"It seems like it was just an accident."
"but."
But this accident is troublesome enough!
"Hey!" He cursed and looked at the driver: "Can this car still be driven?!"
"This" bus driver isn't stupid either.
If he didn't want to continue to be hijacked by gangsters, even if the car could really continue to be driven, he wouldn't say it could be driven.
So the bus driver immediately replied tremblingly:
"No, it can't be opened."
"The bus body is too heavy. Even if it can barely move after a puncture, the tires will burn due to direct friction with the wheel hub."
"When the vehicle catches fire, everyone in the vehicle will suffer!"
"Well" the leading brother's face was extremely gloomy.
He is also an experienced driver with many years of driving experience. Naturally, he knows that although the bus driver's words have some obvious intentions, they are basically based on facts and there is not much exaggeration.
I'm afraid this bus really can't drive.
According to their plan, they were going to take this carload of hostages to a deserted tunnel in the suburbs, and use the darkness in the tunnel to carry out the "civet cat for prince" deception method.
But now the car broke down on a well-lit open-air street.
Although this place is close to the suburbs, and there are not many vehicles and pedestrians on the road, there are still a few pairs of eyes staring at it.
The windows of this bus are transparent.
In broad daylight, with so many eyes staring at them, how could they secretly put ski clothes on the hostages and force those unlucky hostages to become their scapegoats? !
"Bagya Road!"
The leading brother angrily cursed in the tone of a colonel:
"Looks like we'll have to rob another car."
"Otherwise we will be trapped in this broken car sooner or later!"
"Hijack another car?"
The gangster brother was a little nervous:
"But how could such a big car be robbed by us?"
"Brother, don't forget the passengers in this car."
All the passengers in this car have seen their faces, and it is impossible to keep silent.
Even if we have to change cars, we must take all these hostages away.
But at this moment, where can I find a big car on the street that can carry more than a dozen hostages?
The two gangsters were entangled in their hearts
But at this moment, there happened to be another bus in front, slowly driving over.
"The car is coming soon!"
The elder brother who took the lead was very happy.
But the younger brother was a little hesitant:
"Brother, our car just broke down due to an accident, and another bus came over."
"Could this be a police station?"
"Ha." The leader smiled calmly: "Do you think I didn't think of this?"
"See for yourself—"
He pointed at the slowly approaching bus:
"There are several foreigners sitting in that car!"
"There are no foreign police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department."
"Do they still dare to involve innocent foreigners in the conflict when they set up a trap to ambush us in order to rescue the hostages?"
The failed rescue resulted in casualties among the hostages, and at best they were scolded by the domestic media.
But if you accidentally hurt a foreigner, it will definitely make international news.
Which master dares to take on such a responsibility?
My dear mother, this will affect your career!
"So this is definitely not a trap set by the Metropolitan Police Department for us." The leading brother analyzed confidently: "Unless they can conjure a few foreign police officers out of thin air!"
"It doesn't make sense!" The younger brother immediately admired his elder brother's wisdom, prowess, and observation.
He immediately took out his gun and prepared to rush down and stop the bus.
But what he didn't expect was.
They don't even need to use guns to force them to stop.
The bus on the opposite side was driving and stopped in front of their broken down bus.
Then I saw a young driver sticking his head out of the window and greeting the bus driver here enthusiastically:
"Uncle, did your car have a puncture?"
"Do you need me to call someone for help?"
It seemed like he was just a fellow driver who was enthusiastic.
So the two gangsters took advantage of the situation and jumped out of the broken down bus, raising their pistols directly at the young driver:
"Hmph, we really need your help -"
"Raise your hand!"
"Get out of the driver's seat and don't touch the steering wheel again!"
"And the passengers in the car are not allowed to move. I will kill anyone who moves!"
"This, this" the young bus driver was so frightened that he could not speak coherently, and immediately stood up from the driver's seat obediently.
The few passengers in the car also started to commotion.
But the situation was quickly brought under control by the gangsters with guns.
"Let's go!" The leading brother asked his younger brother to take control of the newly snatched bus. He immediately turned around and pointed at the hostages in the broken down bus and shouted: "You all get down and get on that bus!"
"Ah?" The hostages made a loud noise: "S-should we go too?"
"Isn't there someone in that car who is being held hostage for you?"
"Shut up!" The leader scolded fiercely: "We don't have too few hostages!"
"Hurry up and get to that car, or I'm going to kill someone!"
He threatened and yelled, and soon drove the dozen or so hostages in the car out of their seats like herding sheep.
This naturally includes Conan and Haibara Ai.
Neither of them looked too nervous to begin with.
Because both of them had an IQ of "one ke", both Conan and Haibara Ai were vaguely aware that this "accident" might not be a simple accident.
Maybe this is the opportunity they've been waiting for.
Therefore, Conan and Haibara Ai followed the hostage team to the new bus with a secret expectation.
But just as they were about to approach the new bus.
"Wait a minute." Hui Yuan Ai suddenly stopped with an ugly expression on his face.
"What's wrong?" Conan looked over puzzled.
"I feel it." Haiyuan Ai covered her chest with some discomfort:
"I feel like there are organized people in that car!"
"What?!" Haihara Ai has a super power to sense the members of the organization. This is something Conan also knows.
Belmod usually likes to release this so-called "organizational smell", and then laughs to appreciate the look of little Miss Haiyuan being scared to death.
"People from the organization are actually here?"
Conan instinctively stopped following Haihara Ai.
But the gunman immediately cursed rudely: "Hey, what are you two brats doing standing around here? Get in the car!"
In desperation, the two of them could only continue to move towards the car.
Conan swallowed nervously.
And Haihara Ai couldn't help but reach out and straighten the large round glasses hanging on the bridge of her small nose——
This magical disguise item, which even her childhood sweethearts of more than ten years could not recognize after putting it on, is her only confidence now.
She just gathered up the courage to move forward.
But the closer we get to the bus, the stronger the atmosphere of organization on the bus becomes.
It's like there are a bunch of organization members doing team building in this car.
This breath simply suffocated her.
Only after Hui Yuan Ai stepped into the carriage nervously did she realize that
She was right.
There were actually a bunch of organization members in the car doing team building.
The young bus driver standing at the front of the carriage was Officer Fangtani whom Haibara Ai had just met yesterday.
Sitting next to each other in the first row were Lin Xinyi and Belmode.
As semi-public figures, the two of them simply used makeup to change their appearance before the action in order to prevent the gangsters from recognizing them.
But even so, Lin Xinyi had never changed the style of his suit, Bermod's iconic silver hair, and the almost explicit reminder in their eyes made Conan and Haibara Ai quickly recognize their identities.
Besides these three old acquaintances, the person in the car that made her feel the so-called "organizational atmosphere" the most was
"Akai Shuichi?!"
Hui Yuan Ai was shocked.
She had seen photos of Akai Shuichi from her sister these days, so she also recognized this "brother-in-law"'s face.
But her sister was not in the car - Miyano Akemi was just an ordinary housewife and was not suitable to personally participate in such a dangerous rescue operation.
Although I don’t know why Shuichi Akai appears here.
But when I saw Akai Shuichi sitting calmly in the second row of the carriage, there were two foreigners beside him, a man and a woman, who were suspected to be Akai Shuichi's FBI colleagues.
Hui Yuan Ai was already mourning for the gangster in his heart.
In the eyes of her and Conan, the air in the carriage had become quite subtle.
But the two gangsters felt pretty good:
"What are you doing standing still?"
"Get to your seats and sit down!"
The big brother who took the lead first shouted at the top of his lungs into the carriage:
"Especially you guys-"
He specifically taught the six newcomers Judy, Lin Shinichi, Kamel, Rei Fukiya, Bellmode, and Shuichi Akai:
"Be obedient to me, do you understand?"
"."
There was an eerie silence.
The big brother who took the lead was like a leader who didn't hear the applause after speaking. He couldn't help but become angry:
"Talk to you?"
"Are you deaf?!"
"." Still no one liked him.
"Asshole, you can't understand people, can you?"
Both gangsters showed their pistols viciously:
"Then you should know this, right?"
"know."
Finally someone answered.
It was Miss Judy who spoke first.
She winked mischievously, stared at the pistol in the gangster's hand and said:
"TT-33, the Tokarev pistol, I know it."
"You?!" The two gangsters stared angrily.
None of them expected that this frail-looking blonde beauty would dare to speak to them in such a tone.
At this time, they heard Officer Fangtani standing next to them say:
"Looking at the quality, it should be old stock that flowed into our country in batches after the disintegration of Sulian."
"This has become standard for you criminals."
The gangster's expression is even more exciting.
They already had some bad premonitions in their hearts.
"I know this gun too."
Lin Xinyi followed suit unhurriedly:
Although he doesn't understand guns and lacks practical experience in identifying firearms, he has received some basic training in gun and ammunition identification.
The "Black Star" pistol commonly used in domestic crimes is actually a 54 pistol copied from the Sulian TT-33.
Therefore, Lin Xinyi is very familiar with the parameters of this gun:
"The bullet's muzzle velocity is 420m/s, its effective range is 50 meters, and its rate of fire is 25 rounds/minute."
"It's a little difficult to hide up close."
"However, it doesn't mean it can't be done."
Two gangsters: "."
They were nervous at first, then thoughtful, and then reacted angrily:
"Don't be a fool here!"
"Are you still dodging bullets?"
"Why don't you say you can fly Gundam!!"
The two gangsters can no longer stand these B kings.
The leading brother pulled the trigger of the pistol with an ugly expression and cursed angrily:
"Let me see it clearly——"
"Now you are being kidnapped, do you understand?!"
"Oh?" Belmode smiled charmingly: "Really?"
The words just fell
A small Browning M1906 slipped from her sleeve.
Lin Xinyi also opened his suit and took out a truncated Remington M870 from inside.
Rei Fukutani took out two HK-P7M8 pistols and pressed them against their heads from behind.
Judy and Kamel, who were sitting in the second row of the carriage, each pulled out of their clothes two portable MP5 submachine guns that are standard equipment for FBI agents.
Akai Shuichi's equipment is even more exaggerated.
He directly opened the gun case next to him that looked like a guitar case, and slowly took out a long sniper rifle from it.
This fierce firepower, if you include Conan's pair of footwear that is comparable to Italian cannons,
It's probably enough to take it to Ping'an County.
"You just said"
"Are you going to kidnap us?"
Belmode shook his wrist casually, letting the muzzle of the gun spin back and forth on the two heads in front of him:
"Now, are you still kidnapping?"
Gangster: "."