"Treat me well?"
Ichijō Mirai's calm voice was a little too soft for the sound of the rain, but Conan knew that neither he himself, who was listening in, nor any of the members of the organization who were on the scene would be unable to hear him because of the softness of his voice.
He was holding the leader hostage, not to mention the normal volume of speech, even if the voice of mosquitoes, the members of the organization will be like an enemy of the urgent to listen to.
A few seconds later, Conan heard Belmode's voice again, "Boss has treated you well."
"Even when your parents...were not directly related to the Boss," She said in a tone of certainty, "Boss treated you as if you were his own, and even took,"
He even gave Ichijō Mirai something as fantastical as the A-pill.
"Did you hold a grudge against the chief because of your parents, or because you've been, uh..."
As he spoke, Belmode's sure tone hesitated for a few moments before he reluctantly continued, "Or do you hold a grudge because you were forced to join the organization?"
...Was it really forced into the organization? It's a ginger fishing for a willing victim, but in fact, he's having a lot of fun with the organization...
Ignoring the forced tone of the second half of the sentence, she's vaguely questioning, as if to say that Ichijō Mirai is holding the chief hostage, but not just that he's holding him hostage, and at least Conan, a non-participant, understands Belmode's implicit meaning of the sentence: she thinks that, in addition to holding him hostage, Ichijō Mirai has done something else to the chief.
"You think I'm just holding a grudge because I was forced to join the organization?"
Ichijō Mirai spoke of his own coercion with much more integrity than Belmode's involuntary hesitation, and instead of asking if the previous chief's inner circle of cadres were taking the opportunity to condemn him, he said the words that followed with even more integrity, "No, I may have harbored a grudge for that, but more often than not, I was grateful to the organization for it, and to the Boss for it."
"For reuniting me with the only family I have left in the world after losing my parents."
He was so calm, just by the tone of his voice, Conan could think of him as lighthearted, 'even if he was as strange as a ruthless executioner raised on blood, in fact, not 'like', but 'just so'.'
Belmode: "..."
Belmode fell into a long silence.
She thinks, and thinks, and thinks, and tries to process and understand what the fuck Ichijō Mirai is talking about, but halfway through the CPU burns, "...What?"
What the hell?
What do you mean, 'reacquainted and reunited with the world's only remaining relative', and who's 'he'?
It doesn't mean that gentleman.
Then who is it?
Is there someone else in the organization? Is there someone even Ichijō Mirai would call 'The Executioner'? No way, no way, he's the number one on this track, and there's no one who's a better executioner than him!
"You've been expecting this for a long time, but now that you've verified the suspicion that's been in your heart, you still look incredulous," Ichijō Mirai said without changing his expression, "What are you expecting?"
"You don't expect him to be alive, just because I asked him to choose between the organization and me, and he chose me, and gave me the identity of 'Satan', and then disappeared into obscurity, and is actually still living in the world in some tacitly understood secret base that only the two of us know about, do you?"
Belmode: "..."
She stared at Ichijō Mirai, who hadn't revealed the script to her, and her face tensed up so tightly that if it weren't for the cold rain slapping at her face, she would have blurted out 'You're too brazen, aren't you?'
To distinguish herself from 'Satan' and blame it all on the non-existent so-called 'Satan' was too brazen!
Belmode didn't understand, but she was shocked.
After staring at Ichijō Mirai for a few seconds, she looked at Gin speechlessly.
Gin: "…"
In the subtle yet suspicious silence, where the air was quiet despite the noise of the rain, Gin broke out of the protracted silence and wanted to speak, but after opening his mouth, he realized that he did not have enough skin at the moment and was somewhat unable to follow Ichijō Mirai's words in a natural way.
He could only change the subject stiffly, "Let go of the Boss."
"Boss knows me better than you do, and he's a lot smarter," Ichijō Mirai followed suit, "Look, he didn't say a word the whole time, probably because he's afraid I'll get nervous and pull the trigger by accident, right?"
"Put the gun down," He said to the other members of the organization, "with so many guns pointed at me, I might actually be so scared and nervous that I might accidentally pull the trigger, right?"
After that, he carelessly reminded Akai Shūichi, "Shouldn't we let the officers in? If we don't stop, I'm afraid that if a drop of rain falls into my eyes, the two cadres will immediately take advantage of the situation to finish me off, so let's move as quickly as possible."
His voice curved into Conan's ear through the cell phone and the wire, accompanied by the rustle of electricity.
Conan was already running near the dockside shelter, panting and breathing as hard as he could, wiping the rain from his face before looking back toward the cruise ship.
The police, who had been on guard near the ship, moved in, boarding the ship carefully in small groups with their guns, and the first thing they did was to collect the guns of the members of the organization.
The first member of the organization to have his gun taken away was obviously reluctant, but after looking at his superiors, who were silent, and the leader, who was still being held hostage, he could only give up his resistance.
As one member after another had their guns taken away, the police officer who collected the guns slowed his already slow pace as he approached Gin, who looked over and handed over his gun with a stern face.
Ichijō Mirai smiled at him.
Conan peered over and fixed his eyes on the leader held by Ichijō Mirai, who not only hadn't said a word, hadn't tried to struggle, but hadn't even changed his movements, his hands clutching the white suitcase.
After collecting the gun, the police officers relaxed a bit, no longer in fear, and one of them reached out to grab the white suitcase.
As he was halfway over, his hand gripping the handle of the suitcase and partially shielding Ichijō Mirai and the chief's body, suddenly Gin moved.
Almost at the same moment, Ichijō Mirai moved as well, and without a change of color, he did a spinning kick, his hand on the chief's neck snapped, and the sole of his foot collided with Gin's hand in mid-air, sending a black pistol flying out of the air that had appeared at some point in time.
Inevitably, his attention was diverted to Gin.
Belmode seized the moment and struck immediately, one hand going for the chief's shoulder, the other going sideways for Ichijō Mirai's gun hand.
Gin attacked from the other side.
In just a moment, the most crucial part of the battlefield was in chaos, the police officers held their guns tightly for the first time, but a few members of the organization, who had already honed their reflexes to the point of a knife, succeeded in the attack, some members of the organization immediately went to pick up their guns, and some members of the organization did not turn back and rushed straight to the interior of the cruise ship, seemingly intending to order the cockpit to open the cruise ship.
A sniper's rifle shot grazes Gin's shoulder and lands on the deck, but he doesn't change his expression and attacks Ichijō Mirai again without even glancing at him.
The three of them fought evenly, the Boss like a ping-pong ball on a three-cornered table, caught by Belmode, pulled back by Ichijō Mirai's kick, stopped by Gin, and rolling back and forth between the three parties like a bowling ball.
But the Boss, as expected of the Boss, even in such a situation, he is still holding the suitcase tightly, even though he was almost elbowed off by Belmode, he still endured the pain and held the suitcase even harder with veins popping out of his forehead.
There's no way around it, it's definitely the Boss himself!
Conan, like the Boss, couldn't help but focus most of his attention on the suitcase, and as he stared at the intensifying fight scene, his brow furrowed and he looked at the Boss again.
The Boss seemed to have a talent for abuse, and in a few moments he had adjusted to the dizziness of the bowling situation, his eyes rolling as he was hit and hit.
The turnaround came a few moments later, when, after a jolt, the ship roared to life, and the balance of the ship itself was immediately disrupted.
At the moment when the fight broke down, the leader moved and suddenly jumped off the ship with the suitcase in his arms.
The water below was turbulent, but there were still a few small boats anchored on the shore, towards which the chief swam with a flutter.
Conan immediately went to check on Ichijō Mirai, and found that he was entangled in Gin and Belmode, and had tried several times to jump after him, but had been pressed against the inside of the ship.
Gin said in a deep voice, "There's a bomb on the cruise ship."
Belmode, unaware of this, took a moment to glance over during the fight.
"I was there when you gave the order," Ichijō Mirai replied gently, "No need for a reminder, is there? It sounds like a threat."
"The Dear Boss is still around, are you threatening me to detonate the bomb? Then let's all fly together, I'll rest in peace with the Boss by my side."
During a lull in the exchange of blows, he glanced out to sea, and then his expression sank, the first time his expression had changed, and anyone who saw it could easily conclude that the chief was almost out of range of the explosion.
Akai Shūichi started sniping again, but the chief was sinking into the sea and being floated around by the water, so his chances of hitting were slim.
"A member of the organization knows the principles of the organization, and a traitor should know the principles of the organization even more because he is anxious to know when the trial will come," Gin said in a deep voice as he looked coldly at Ichijō Mirai, "You should know that no member of the organization is as important as the Boss."
"I will detonate the bomb as a last resort."
There was another sniper sound, and a flash of red surfaced in the sea, rising and falling with the waves, quickly fading to nothing.
The leader's advance on the surface of the sea slowed down even more.
Ichijō Mirai asked rhetorically, "Why don't you detonate the bomb now, don't you want to?"
His attack became more aggressive, and his message was clear: as long as Gin and Belmode were subdued now, it didn't matter much that the leader was about to be out of range of the explosion, he could just catch up with them from behind.
The members of the organization have a lot to think about, but the leader just needs to run for his life.
In the middle of the ocean, the leader, still clutching the case, swam to the side of a ship, and with his weakness shaken off and an ecstatic look on his face, he planned to climb towards the ship.
Looking at the fierce fight on the cruise ship, and then at the leader who was trying to climb onto the cruise ship on the sea, Conan knew that once on board, Akai Shūichi would have more opportunities to snipe him, and rationally he should wait for the snipe, but he gritted his teeth and no longer hesitated. He reached out to touch the mechanism of his belt, half-knelt down as a black and white football rolled out and expanded, and touched his shoes with his hands.
Cruise ships have lights.
But whereas only the cruise ship had lights, barely illuminating the dimness of the neighborhood, now there was a second source of light.
It's a shoe.
Whereas the rain and the gunshots were the only deafening noises, now there was a second noise.
The sound of a soccer ball being kicked through the air.
The sound was so loud that it was almost as loud as the sound of a bomb exploding, and it caused everyone on the cruise ship to turn their heads with a burning sensation at the edge of their retinas.
Ichijō Mirai was the first to turn his head.
He saw a bright sphere rise up in the air like a newborn sun, and it flew fiercely towards the boat on the beach.
The 'sun' and the sea collided with a toothache-inducing roar, and the surface of the sea was smashed into a huge wave, splashing up in all directions.
Then, as if the world had fallen silent for a moment, there was a second loud boom.
It was the boom of a bomb explosion.
The roar extinguished all the noise, whether it was the sound of rain, fighting, gasping or gunfire were forcefully suppressed to silence, the existence of the whole world in the metal ears in an instant completely returned to nothing, only the explosion of fire in the light.
It took more than ten seconds for the world's noise to return to normal.
Conan broke out of the sea, and saw the undulating wreckage of the cruise ship, "..."