Chapter 896: Dark Express Train (Deception)
"Hmm..." Amuro Toru rested for a few seconds and stood up shakily.
He took a deep breath and walked towards the cargo car.
We don’t know where the other party comes from, and we don’t know whether he is an enemy or a friend. We can’t let Shirley fall into his hands.
After taking two steps, Toru Amuro felt the pain was suppressed, and then he rushed into the carriage and fought with the mysterious man.
The two men exchanged punches and kicks, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten moves were exchanged.
Toru Amuro used all his strength in every attack, but he was still unable to do anything to his opponent and all his attacks were blocked.
Miyano Shiho hid in the innermost part of the carriage, her body pressed tightly against the wall behind her. She stared with wide eyes in shock as she watched Amuro Toru fighting with the mysterious man who suddenly appeared.
"Bang!" During the fight, the mysterious man kicked the luggage rack in half, and the bomb fell to the ground with a thud.
Toru Amuro knew what it was, but he didn't even look at it.
The mysterious man's attention was temporarily drawn to him, and he seemed surprised to see the bomb.
"Good opportunity!" Toru Amuro rushed forward and attacked fiercely. He swung his last punch hard, but it was blocked by the mysterious man.
The mysterious man punched Amuro Toru in the chest with his backhand, causing him to retreat repeatedly and retreat to the connection between the carriages.
As he stepped back, he accidentally stepped on the bomb that had just fallen to the ground.
Beep... Beep... The countdown starts.
The mysterious man frowned and quickly retreated into the cargo compartment.
Toru Amuro also quickly lay down in carriage No. 8.
Boom! There was a loud noise, accompanied by flames and thick smoke bursting out from the connection between the carriages.
Then, with a creaking sound, the connection points of the carriages broke, the freight carriage lost traction, slowed down rapidly, and separated from the train in front.
Amuro, who was lying on the ground, propped up his upper body with one hand and looked behind him, only to see that the cargo carriage was getting farther and farther away.
"Da da da!" At this moment, a series of footsteps sounded, and Vermouth walked through the carriage and came to Toru Amuro.
She glanced at the detached cargo car, frowned at Amuro Toru lying on the ground and said, "What happened? Are you hurt?"
Amuro Toru covered his chest and smiled bitterly: "I was attacked by surprise."
Vermouth was startled. Could it be the mysterious guest that Yuya mentioned? She quickly asked, "Where's Shirley?"
Amuro Toru shrugged his shoulders, stood up from the ground, and pointed to the freight car in the distance: "In there."
Vermouth clenched her fists and slammed them against the wall in anger.
Amuro Toru glanced at the head of Car No. 8 and asked, "Where is the person you just exchanged gunfire with?"
Vermouth glanced at Amuro Toru, who looked back at her calmly. She said in a deep voice, "I used a smoke bomb to hold him back, but he should realize I left soon."
As soon as the words fell, a series of footsteps approached this side.
Toru Amuro took a look and whispered, "The operation failed, Shirley has been rescued. I don't want anyone to see me." After that, he hid in the carriage next to him.
Vermouth glared at the door fiercely, cursed the man as a waste in her heart, then turned to face Yuya who was chasing after her.
The black muzzle of the gun pointed at Vermouth's forehead, and Youya asked coldly: "Where's Shirley?"
Vermouth sneered and pointed outside the bombed carriage: "It's over there."
Yuya was cautiously on guard against Vermouth, while walking to the connection point and looking outside.
I saw a freight car emitting black smoke, which had stopped on the track, just above a lake.
Yuya looked around and asked, "Where are your companions?"
Vermouth's lips curled up, revealing a signature bad guy smile: "What do you think?"
Yuya's expression changed: "Is he also in the cargo compartment?"
Vermouth laughed triumphantly: "It seems that your mysterious guest is not reliable either." Then she took out the remote control that had lost its function again.
"Do you know what this is?"
Yuya frowned, "What?"
Vermouth sneered: "I installed a bomb in the cargo car, enough to blow the entire car into pieces. This is the remote control to detonate the bomb."
Yuya's expression suddenly changed: "You are crazy! Your companion is still up there!"
Vermouth said indifferently: "As long as Shirley can be killed, what's the harm in losing one person?"
"Give me the remote!" Youya shouted and rushed towards Belmore.
Vermouth quickly pulled away and raised the remote control: "Don't move! If you move again, I will press the button immediately!"
Youye froze in place for a moment, not daring to make any more rash moves.
Vermouth sneered: "Now, put the gun down and kick it over to my side."
Yuya gripped the handle of the gun tightly and didn't move.
"What? Do you want to watch your girlfriend being blown to death right before your eyes?" Vermouth shook the remote control threateningly.
Yuya gritted his teeth, and finally had no choice but to put down the gun, then kicked Vermouth.
Vermouth showed a smug smile, looked at Yuya, squatted down, picked up the pistol, and then aimed the gun at Yuya's eyebrows.
"Give me the remote!" Youya shouted again in a low voice.
"Haha," Vermouth laughed sarcastically, "You've caused me so much trouble, and now you're saying something so naive?"
Yuya's face darkened: "What do you mean?"
Vermouth sneered: "What do you mean? It means...Go to hell, Kamiya Yuya!"
Vermouth pulled the trigger hard, but the bullet did not fire, the pistol just made a few clicking sounds.
Just as Vermouth showed a surprised expression, Youya rushed forward and stretched out his hand to grab the remote control in Vermouth's hand.
Vermouth was startled and subconsciously raised her hand to hold the remote control high.
Yuya acted decisively, grabbed Vermouth's neck with one hand, and reached for the remote control again with the other hand.
Vermouth rolled her eyes because of being pinched. She used up her last bit of strength and pressed the button in her hand hard.
Yuya's pupils suddenly shrank.
next second.
Boom! A loud noise sounded in the distance.
Yuya was completely stunned, and the hand that was pinching Vermouth couldn't help but loosen.
He turned stiffly and walked to the connection at the rear of the car like a zombie, staring blankly at the cargo car in the distance that was wrapped in flames and smoke.
"Mio!!!" Youya fell to his knees, screaming at the top of his lungs, pounding the ground with his hands.
After a moment, Youya yelled Vermouth's name and turned around, but Vermouth was no longer there. There was only a remote control shaking gently on the ground and a shaking door.
At this time, the door of compartment D opened.
A small figure walked out from inside.
Conan pushed his glasses, glanced at the head of the carriage, and said, "She has already escaped."
Youya coughed a few times and stood up. In order to make that roar sound realistic, he used up all his strength.
"Do you think she will believe it?" Conan asked slowly.
Yuya was silent for a moment, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he smiled and said to Conan: "Does it matter?"
Conan was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Yeah, even if she doesn't believe it, we won this time after all."