Matsuda and the others drove to the apartment, leaving one man at the door, and the other two following Matsuda to arrest the gunman who had been discovered.

When he reached the roof, Matsuda thought about it and still didn't take out his small revolver. After all, there are a number of bullets, and they have to be reported to the Metropolitan Police Department every day.

Gently pushing open the door on the top floor, Matsuda saw a back, he looked at the two FBIs around him, and then chose to touch it himself. This is the audacity of the artist.

The person was talking to someone through the walkie-talkie, and he didn't pay much attention to the environment behind him. The quality of the people in the underworld is generally low, and the two gunmen act separately, and their vigilance is still so low.

Touching the back of the male gunman, Matsuda thought for a moment. This thing must be called Cohen. Quietly waiting for them to finish.

When I go, don't people in the underworld know what radio silence is? They even use walkie-talkies to chat? They are not afraid of being listened to by FM monitors? Are they still illiterate?

After giving them an unprofessional bad review. Matsuda waited quietly for them to finish bragging. Patience is an essential quality for a good gunner.

However, the two FBIs were still holding small pistols at the top of the stairs and looked at Matsuda standing behind Cohen, and anxiously mouthed Matsuda to go up and hold him.

Matsuda ignored them, and waited quietly until Cohen and the person on the other end of the intercom had nothing to say, and remained silent for more than a minute.

A left hook was inserted into Cohen's left rib from behind, and then with a hook of the right foot, he pulled him back and pressed him up completely.

The two FBIs in the back rushed out and helped Matsuda to subdue Cohen.

Poor Cohen was suddenly attacked, and his defenseless left rib received a black punch, and tears of pain almost fell, and then he was pressed to the ground. When he fell down, his head touched a brick, and he was suddenly blinded.

When he came back to his senses, the gun was tightly pressed under him, let alone pulled out, and the fingers that were about to break off were squeezed by the butt of the gun couldn't be pulled out.

When he was handcuffed and grabbed by the FBI, Cohen simply expressed his gratitude with tearful eyes, and then honestly followed them.

It's so easy. The two FBIs thought it was a fierce battle.

As they walked with Cohen to the middle of the roof, the half-hidden staircase door was pushed open, and Smirno, dressed in a crisp suit and a nice tie, appeared in front of them.

"Yo, I'm going to a big hotel for a banquet. Matsuda took two steps forward, blocking the FBI and Cohen in front of him.

"I was supposed to have an appointment for Kujo tonight. At the mention of Kujo, Smirno reached out and straightened his tie, which was already straight.

"Fault. Matsuda muttered, and then said, "Don't you hate being late? ”

"There's still an hour before the appointment, it's only a twenty-three minute drive from here, and Kujo doesn't like people waiting for her too long, and she doesn't want to wait for anyone, so I'll go to the restaurant four minutes early and contact the manager and ask him to prepare me the wine and cutlery I need tonight." So I've got thirty-three, no, thirty-two minutes to deal with this side now. Smirno said lightly.

"Beware of traffic jams. Matsuda said ill-intentionedly.

"The traffic situation in Tokyo is still very good. Smirno patiently said: "The biggest traffic jam in recent times was at the Green Moss Police Hospital because of an explosion. You won't forget, that's what I blew up. ”

Hehe. With a sneer, Matsuda looked into Smino's eyes: "Your temper is much better." ”

"It's a nice place to live in Japan. I like the variety of service companies here, and they can do everything that I am satisfied with, which makes me very satisfied. Smirno said, "I just have a few things to ask Cohen today, and I hope you will please me as well." Smirno looked past Matsuda to Cohen behind him.

After being targeted by Smirno, Matsuda felt a noticeable stagnation in the breath of the three people behind him, whether it was the FBI or Cohen himself.

"In addition to the good environment, the injury to the thigh is also the main factor that makes you lose your temper. Matsuda unceremoniously pierced Smirno. At this time, you can't let him alone shock the audience.

"I'll admit that that was one of the factors that I didn't want to do today. Smirno turned his gaze to Matsuda, the man who had given him the trauma, and said, "The time in Tokyo also confuses me, and the injury that would have healed in three months has been delayed until now. I felt like time had passed, but the injury on my leg kept reminding me that it hadn't been even three months. ”

Three months in the detective world? three months is a quarter of a year, and Conan has only survived a semester and a half in twenty years. You have to get through these three months at least and it feels like five years before it's over. Matsuda snickered in his heart,

Smirno's gunshot wound was not serious, but it was only after a big battle with Matsuda that he dragged the wound to make it worse.

"Cohen, I ask you. Smirno looked at Cohen again: "Did you come to Tokyo this time because you were called by Gin?"

"Yes, yes. Cohen was asked by Smirno, and quickly answered.

"Don't you know that I'm in charge of Tokyo?" Smirno asked.

That's what you said to yourself and applied to that gentleman, who approved it except yourself. Of course, Cohen didn't dare to say it openly, so he had to nod: "I know." ”

"Then why didn't you come to Tokyo to look for me? Smirno said to Cohen, "But now I can give you a chance to live." ”

"How?" Cohen knew that if Smirno said he deserved to die, he would never let him go, so when he heard that he could live, he looked at Smino with pleading.

"Follow me in the future. Smirno said, "After all, I'm the one in charge in Tokyo, and Gin is just a gangster." Did he think it would be his turn to kill Pisco?"

"Okay, I promise. Cohen nodded hurriedly.

"So do you hear that? He's mine. Smirno looked at the two FBIs and said, "Now, let him go." ”

The two F.B.I. looked at each other and did not speak. They didn't dare to provoke this madman.

"I could have killed you all here. Smirno continued to press: "I just don't want the wound to burst open and bleed to see Kujo, now, get out of the way for me, I'll take Cohen away." Otherwise, I will go by myself, and those of you who remain downstairs will die. ”

If Matsuda was completely sure that he would defeat Smirno, he would definitely go up and smoke him without saying a word. Anyway, I had happily decided to sell it to the FBI. But the problem now is that it can't be beaten. So Matsuda looked at the two FBIs very angrily: "What do you guys think?"

The two men looked at each other. I saw in the eyes of the other that "who wants to Smirno", and then one of them said, "How do you make us believe you?" ”

"We can go down and swap hostages, or we don't, I don't have to be alive. Smirno said. It's just that having one more core member of the organization under his command can increase the position in that person's heart.

The gentleman in the organization has always been wary of Smirno, and he is not allowed to touch many things. For example, this operation, it is clear that Smino, who swallowed Pisco's legacy in Tokyo, is more powerful and suitable for assassination missions. However, the gentleman preferred to bypass Smirno and hand over Gin to the core members of Belmode, Kiel, Cohen, and Chianti to accompany Gin.

Gin's failure and Cohen's arrest was in itself a good thing for Smirno. As for whether Cohen can be rescued or not, it is completely icing on the cake, and it doesn't matter. So Smirno was calm, leaving the FBI in a dilemma.

"We can go down slowly and exchange hostages face-to-face. At the very least, let us see that he is still alive and in your hands. Matsuda relieved the two of them: "You only have twenty minutes now, and it is not good for anyone to go on with such a stalemate." ”

"It's twenty-one minutes. Smirno corrected Matsuda and went downstairs. He was confident that Matsuda would make the right choice.

"What to do?" the F.B.I. man asked Matsuda.

Now ask me what to do? What did you show just now? Matsuda glared back at them dissatisfiedly: "If you want your colleagues to live, go down and exchange hostages." ”

These two guys are obviously lacking in fighting spirit, and it is impossible to fight today, otherwise Cohen will not be able to take them away, and the three FBIs will definitely fall here.

Follow the plot, will plot against Kiel, and when she enters the enemy is the real decisive battle, there is no need to let people lose manpower here.

Then, Smirno kept his promise, and after a peaceful exchange of hostages, Smirno took Cohen away.

By the time Matsuda and Conan have converged, the battle between Gin and Akai has ended, and Judy and James have taken the injured Kiel to Kabido Central Hospital.

"I'll leave it to you to take care of Kiel. Matsuda said to Akai near the Maori Detective Agency, "I've been exposed, so I can't go there during this time." ”

"Well, don't worry. After Akai finished speaking, he took three of his men to the hospital.

"Then I'll go up first. Conan also said goodbye to Matsuda and walked leisurely across the street towards the detective agency.

It's finally over. Matsuda, who had forgotten something, also easily took out his mobile phone, pressed the card, and buckled the battery. As soon as I turned it on, there was a long list of missed calls. He was still really afraid that Twilight would not be able to find his direct mobile phone location.

"Matsuda, you bastard!!, you skipped work all day!" Sure enough, as soon as I connected, I heard Twilight's familiar roar, "Now!now!Immediately!Give me back!!!I'm going to see your people in five minutes." ”

When Matsuda hung up the phone and was about to go back, he suddenly screamed and didn't have a penny in his pocket.

How do I go back to the Metropolitan Police Department!?ah!?

"Cohen I've got it back, and Kir is your business, Gin. I can't always pay for your incompetence, and this time the matter of Yasuki Tumen will be solved by me. Smirno hung up the phone.

Then he stood up and walked over to a man kneeling on the floor, reached out to support his chin, and lifted it up: "You know what? You ruined my good mood for today. ”

"Yes, I'm sorry. Mr. Constantine, I promise not next time. The man said with tears in his face.

"I'm not going to give you another chance to spoil my mood, I won't go to that restaurant. Smirno finished speaking, and with a force on his hand, he broke the man's neck.

"I've already calculated the time, why did you spend an extra forty seconds in the kitchen. When Kujo entered the restaurant, I wasn't even waiting, damn it. Smirno watched as the man was carried away by his men.

At this time, a man came in, looked down at the body, and recognized it as the manager of the restaurant where Smino had gone tonight. Without saying anything, he walked past the person carrying the body and came to Smirno: "I found out, there was indeed a policeman in her apartment before Kiel's accident. And Matsuda Jinhei belongs to the same inspection minister of the three departments of violent crime in the search section.,It's called Takagi Watabu.。 At the same time, Ireland has also infiltrated the Metropolitan Police Department's Department of Transportation, and the video of the section of the Toya Bridge can be sent tomorrow. Doctors said Cohen's injuries were fine and did not affect his shooting. ”

"Good. Smirno nodded: "Margaret, it's still you who do things to reassure me." Although he was complimenting Margaret, Smirno's eyes were on the TV.

A piece of news is being broadcast on it, which is about the information that someone sent to the major media anonymously today, detailing the incident of the extramarital affair of Yasuki Tumen's father 20 years ago. As a result, there was an uproar, and Tumen Kanghui had to withdraw from the election in disgrace.