At this point, on the other side.

A bourbon, locked up in a small dilapidated warehouse in the harbor, fell into a contemplative (crossed-out) confusion.

He has suffered too much today.

First of all, his former boss and his own cat is suspected of cheating on the corpse three years after his death (the code name of Camus that Gin registered for Dilu on this mission).

Secondly, the enemy he has hated for a long time, that is, the colleague who killed his little friend, he is an undercover agent, or he came out of the FBI.

Again, I was also caught by this undercover agent, and I was also an undercover agent, but not from the FBI, but from the Japanese police.

In the end, this was expected, but it didn't cause any impact, and it was just that his subordinates were all waste, and he couldn't even find out that his boss disappeared and was arrested...

No matter how much you think about it, I'm still very angry! A bunch of garbage who don't just get paid!

(╯°Д°)╯︵┴┴

Bourbon, who realized that his subordinates could not save him no matter what, began to think about a self-help plan.

As for the organization? He only hopes that they will not come to kill him now, and he will not have any naïve extravagant hopes that they will come to save people.

The chains that were tied to themselves were so heavy that they couldn't be opened under normal circumstances, and their fingers were caught in the damn FBI, so they couldn't move freely, let alone pick the locks.

He's too hard.

Life is not easy, Bourbon sighed.

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Delu, who was walking on the street, looked at the text message from Akemi Miyano, Bourbon's location was found, in a small warehouse by the sea, and if nothing else, the FBI ship would transport him to the United States at six o'clock tomorrow morning.

In other words, whether it is to save people or extinguish mouths, they must be executed before 6 o'clock tomorrow morning.

"By six o'clock tomorrow morning...?"

Glancing at the clock pointing to Eleven in his hand, Dilu took off his coat, put his hands behind him, tied his long hair into a ponytail, buttoned his hat, and walked to the Harley-Davidson that had just come from the gin pit.

"Send me the location, Akemi."

Holding the phone between his ears and shoulders to keep the conversation going, and putting everything he needed into the modified motorcycle, Dilou pulled the cigarette case out of his pants pocket, popped it out with his thumb, put it in his mouth, and lit the cigarette with a lighter.

Disgust floated from the lit cigarette butt, Delu took a deep breath, and then casually threw it away, the dark red spark was crushed by the black boots, and the owner of the boots stepped onto the Harley-Davidson motorcycle that had just come from the gin pit with long legs, and lit the fire, causing the motorcycle to emit a "buzzing", low but deafening roar.

"Miss Camus, what are you?"

"Ah,"

Di Lu touched the handlebars, and the cat that was frozen by the cold touch frowned without a trace, and put on black gloves for herself.

"It's nothing, just save a blonde black princess trapped by a dragon... No,"

As if remembering something, Dilu chuckled.

"Perhaps, we can call that Cinderella... Or the ugly duckling? ”

With that, Di Lu hung up the phone, looked at the specific location, and left.

As expected, the FBI did leave someone to guard, of course, both as a guard and as a protector.

Dilu, who caught a sharp-eyed glimpse of Shuichi Akai, sneered and turned into a Venusmon, a change that was not noticeable under the helmet and distance.

Although because of Bourbon's loser, the energy that he got in his hands has gone down a lot, but what does it matter?

Just have fun, don't you?

"Hmph,"

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the muzzles of the guns aimed at him, Di Lu turned on his full power, and the motorcycle, which was not low in speed, was speeding forward like an arrow from the string, easily dodging the bullets fired around the warehouse in a few corners, and the only lethal sniper from the ace was saved by Di Lu at the cost of his left arm being shot through.

Aside from the fact that the shot and the simulated wound had used some energy, the FBIs did not cause any damage to Delu.

"Your marksmanship needs to be improved, well-trained FBI? What a group of lovely babies~"

After riding around the warehouse arrogantly, with a provocative word, Dilu grabbed the handlebars with both hands, lifted it up heavily, and drove the motorcycle up the wall of the warehouse, climbing to the top of the warehouse in an instant.

Because of the moment of inertia stuck in the air, the bullets flew towards Dilu again from all directions, but the woman who was surrounded did not show any panic, and even the smile on the corner of her mouth did not change.

The ace detective who peeked into the smiling detective in the sniper scope was shocked.

Di Lu in mid-air directly let go of the hands that were originally holding the handlebars of the motorcycle, his body was in the air, and he even stepped on it to make himself rise higher, this separation just avoided the concentration point of the shooting, and the few bullets that were still flying towards Di Lu were also shot down neatly by the imp she pulled out from her waist when she left the motorcycle.

"Kidnapped my little one... Shuichi Akai, you're really bold..."

Facing the ace agent who was aiming at her with a sniper scope, Di Lu smiled and defiantly aimed at the camera aimed at her, and her hands were not idle, throwing out the Kexue belt that she copied according to Conan's imitation, hooking the handlebars of the motorcycle like a whip, pulling herself to the pitch-black Harley-Davidson again, and then slamming down with the motorcycle to the top of the warehouse.

The sound of shattering sounded, and Zero saw the top of the overwhelmed warehouse being smashed open with a "bang" of a heavy motorcycle, and with the flying debris, he saw the tires falling from the sky crush an FBI agent guarding him into the ground and crush it.

He saw the girl sitting on the motorcycle with her blonde hair dancing in the wind, and the look in her eyes was flying, with arrogance and extreme self-indulgence.

He watched the girl subdue the two remaining guards, overlapping them on top of each other, and stomped on the back of the man above, and he swore he had heard the sound of bones breaking.

"Good evening, dear ladies and gentlemen~"

He saw her smile and heard her say this.

"As an invitation to my feast,"

"It's a gift that represents friendship~"

He saw her raise the gun in her hand, and saw the muzzle of her gun pressed against the forehead of the captive at her feet.

"Bang"

He saw a bloody hole in the eyebrows of the two men lying on the ground.

He knew he should be angry, but he couldn't.

He saw her turn to look at him.

"What are you doing in a daze, get in the car, Bourbon,"

The girl tuckled her scattered blonde hair, pulled him onto the torn motorcycle, pulled a remote control out of her pocket, and chuckled at him.

"Come and see the fireworks"

The girl pressed the switch