vrcanaries Chapter 394 The Sea Where Red and Black Meet (2)
Chapter 394 The Sea Where Red and Black Meet (2)
"So, they're bound to meet within Sakura?" Ida Kou pondered. "That's good news. As long as they're within the borders, I don't think those guys will be too rampant."
"Not necessarily." Matsuda Jinpei's expression remained solemn. He had fought against that organization before and knew exactly how terrifying and cold-blooded it was. "Those guys were the ones who dared to fly Ospreys and shoot down Ferris wheels in Tokyo. We can't expect them to back down."
"But there's always one good thing," Hagiwara Kenji said, "as long as we're still within the country, everything isn't too bad."
Date Hang: "But the question is, how can we confirm who on the ship belongs to whom?"
According to his observation, the people sent to the ship this time were all elites of the organization and public security. These people blended into the crowd and disguised themselves extremely low-key. At least they could not tell who was who at the moment.
"Why don't we go in and take care of those two people in the cockpit now?" Jinpei Matsuda offered valuable advice.
Hagiwara Kenji: "Good idea."
He glanced at Date Kou, then at Matsuda Jinpei: "So, who among you can drive the boat?"
Date Ko: "...Don't look at me, I can't."
Matsuda Jinpei: "...I'm fine with taking apart the parts of the instrument, but I really don't know how to open it."
Hagiwara Kenji spread his hands: "I don't know how either."
When the time comes and we get rid of the two guys in the cockpit, who will drive the boat?
"I knew this would happen." Hagiwara Kenji sighed, "It's a pity that the signal on the ship is not good. I don't know if those people did something wrong. We can't even contact Morobushi now."
"What about us now?"
"Just wait and see what happens?"
"Shh-"
Matsuda Jinpei suddenly raised his finger and listened attentively to something.
Following his action, the other two also quieted down and listened attentively.
"Seems to be……"
"Gunshots?"
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On the second floor, Conan's power of death is exerted again at this time!
When they saw the dead people falling to the ground due to poisoning in the restaurant, the organizations and police hiding in the dark were all stunned.
ah? What's happening here?
Conan quickly walked to the deceased's side, squatted down to examine him, carefully sniffed the deceased's open mouth, and then said with certainty: "The smell of bitter almonds, it's cyanide! Someone poisoned me!"
As soon as these words were spoken, emotions such as vigilance, worry, and fear suddenly appeared at the scene. People moved away from the deceased and put down the food in their hands.
Vermouth also came over and stood beside Conan.
Soon, several crew members came jogging over and signaled everyone not to panic, as they would deal with the situation immediately.
Conan noticed that there seemed to be some tattoo on the back of the deceased's neck.
Relying on his small size and small target, Conan took the opportunity to lift the collar of the deceased and take a look inside his clothes.
——It’s a skull!
Conan frowned.
Seeing this sign at this time, I always feel something is wrong...
His expression was extremely complicated.
If something like that really happened... then the situation on the scene would definitely be even more chaotic...
"Bam—"
Before Conan could continue his imagination, a gunshot was heard from the other side.
"what--"
Someone screamed, and the people at the scene ran upstairs in panic.
Vermouth quickly grabbed Conan.
"what happened?"
Behind Vermouth was Rum's voice.
Vermouth shook her head: "I don't know."
Conan suddenly had an idea and immediately turned around and pointed at the body on the ground and said to Rum, "There's something wrong with the tattoo on this guy's back. Take a look and see if you can recognize it."
After all, Rum is an intelligence officer in the organization. He has come into contact with so many underground forces over the years, so he might be familiar with these signs and symbols.
Rum raised his eyebrows. He knew Conan's reasoning ability. He didn't waste any words. He just squatted down, lifted the clothes on the back of the deceased and took a look. Then he looked grim.
Vermouth knew without a second thought: "Looks like we're in trouble."
Rum said solemnly, "It's the Skarl Pirates! I heard some rumors a while ago that the Skarl came to the Sakura mainland to get a batch of goods and prepare to ship them out. We must have run into them now!"
The Skarl Pirates are not a particularly famous pirate group internationally. Their predecessor was actually evolved from a group of fishermen. Their overall strength is not strong, but they have rich sailing experience and the captain has strong organizational skills. Over the years, they have traveled back and forth between Sakura and several areas in Southeast Asia, and have basically done all kinds of business. They are the type that do things for money and are not picky about anything.
The authorities also tried to crack down on this group, but these people escaped very quickly and were good at swimming. After a few attacks, they found that the funds were not proportional to the returns, so they rarely took the initiative to attack.
This time, Scarr had probably chosen this ship for transit, intending to use the hostages on board to take the goods out of the country, and they had just happened to run into it.
"That's perfect." Vermouth shrugged. "Since they're also planning to go to the high seas, we should just wait and see what happens. It's best to let them draw everyone's attention to the pirates."
"No, that's not good." Conan denied Vermouth's words, "Since they are all from the Skarl Pirates, why did this guy die? Aren't they in the same group?"
Vermouth narrowed her eyes slightly.
This is true.
"I guess there's probably some internal problem." Conan said in a complicated tone, "In other words, they might be fighting among themselves right now."
Thinking it was just an ordinary sightseeing boat, they brazenly engaged in internal fighting on board, unaware that even more terrifying forces and official presences were aboard...
The people from these two forces are now afraid to fight back.
This moment is a joke from hell.
As if to confirm Conan's words, the gunshots over there gradually became more frequent, and it sounded as if two groups were fighting.
Innocent passengers were forced to flee to the first floor.
Conan was also dragged into the crowd by Vermouth and fled downstairs together. By the way, he also listened to the plot roughly -
It seems the deceased was their boss, and now that he's dead, his subordinates, the second and third in command, are trying to fight for power. They also suspect the other side killed their boss, and since the cargo is so important, the two sides are now suspicious of each other and fighting fiercely.
Conan was a little curious about what they called "goods", but he didn't have time to explore. After he and Vermouth came to the first floor, they stayed where they had just sat, looking no different from the other refugees.
Grenada was still in the same position as before, but after hearing the noise, he had already woken up from his doze. Seeing Vermouth and Rum, his expression was cold: "What's going on?"
Rum: "We encountered pirates."
Grenada was a little surprised: "Here?"
This is still within the country! It's completely out of the pirates' range, and their sightseeing boat is not worth robbing, right?
"They must have brought some goods from inland," Rum explained, "and the goods are on this ship now!"
"What goods?" Grenada asked the question sharply.
"I don't know." Rum shook his head.
The Skarl Pirates were too inconspicuous, and as an intelligence officer, it was impossible for him to pay attention to all the information.
"Go check it out," Grenada said cautiously. "We must eliminate all dangers."
Rum said with disdain: "Skarl is just a small group. I guess they only have a few goods, right?"
It's either poison or something valuable like an antique or treasure.
These things are neither attractive nor threatening to them.