MTL - Conan Dressed As Gin-Chapter 82 turnaround

Belmod looked at the time and smiled half-smile: "It's almost time."

Conan frowned tightly, his face extremely solemn.

It's almost there-

If he can't think of a way, he will really die, right now!

"Aren't you going to say it yet?" Jin Jiu spoke again, but the familiar voice had an unfamiliar coolness.

He seems to be urging, but also reminding.

Conan looked at him incomprehensibly.

In an emergency, his brain was running fast, and he tried to analyze a feasible plan. But he was still so at a loss for Gin's inconsistent behavior and language.

The water level was almost over the nose.

Conan began to breathe rapidly.

Even though he was calm and quick-witted, he was actually only seventeen or eighteen years old.

He started desperately trying to figure out a way.

- The body cannot bend down, and the foot strength amplifier cannot be touched. With his own strength, he couldn't break the box.

The box is well sealed, although it is still transporting oxygen for a short time...

Maybe in a few minutes, maybe not more than two minutes, he's going to drown!

Unless the rescuers rushed over immediately, or Gin suddenly took control of the scene. Otherwise, with his own strength, he can only drown powerlessly in this water tank!

How about it? Is Gin looking for an opportunity?

Conan's eyes swept over the guilty vodka, the excited Rum, the nervous Belmod, and finally the indifferent gin.

The water is about to drown the tip of the nose.

Less than a minute left at the end!

"Boy, if you don't say anything, you will die!" BOSS threatened him with narrowed eyes.

The water is still rising inch by inch. Conan searched Gin's eyes, but he didn't look at it at all.

—Gin, are you still waiting for the opportunity to do it?

Conan thought about it this way.

Gin's expression was terrifyingly indifferent, like he was about to drown, just an irrelevant stranger.

Conan hesitated for a moment.

He thought of something, and his expression became a little surprised.

He became surprised and extremely angry.

He was finally sure.

Gin... Is he actually, really waiting for him to die? !

Conan suddenly felt the pain of being betrayed.

But in the next second, he broke away from this emotion and became a strange calm.

He has understood.

What are you still looking forward to?

Gin is a killer. And wasn't his purpose obvious from the start?

From the very beginning he intended to let himself die, not to mention that he had ever secretly betrayed the organization.

Take advantage of your own idea of ​​treating him like a friend or foe.

I thought that when facing the organization, they would be an alliance, but Gin still chose the organization.

- These are all things that reason is clamoring for Conan to believe.

But the emotional side has been very shocked and disbelieving.

Emotion refused to believe this, and Gin still chose to organize.

Gin wanted to kill him.

Could it be that during the year we have been together, those feelings are all fake?

Conan is not reconciled.

Those kindnesses, those getting along, those tacit understandings and playing on the scene.

He still wanted to do the last struggle.

He turned his face up, put his lips on the water with difficulty, and said vaguely, "Gin, you..."

"Are you still stubborn?" Shan Heqing's heart tightened and he interrupted him with a sneer.

"Wait—let him speak." The boss waved at Gin. He was suddenly overjoyed when he heard Conan want to speak.

Shan Heqing stared at the small figure in the water tank tightly and stopped talking.

He was afraid of Conan's anger and said his own story, so he interrupted - but on the surface he was going to kill Conan, what's Conan's position not to say?

"What the **** are you-"

The rising water level helped Shan He clean up.

Before Conan finished speaking, he only struggled weakly and was completely submerged by the water.

He only had time to take a deep breath and held his breath in the water in embarrassment.

Shan He Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Conan looked out of the resin window from underwater, and the familiar arcs on Gin's face became blurred and weird. His eyes looked over, very complicated. But there was a faint moment of relief.

Conan was suffering from being unable to make a sound, but he tried his best to open his eyes and look at the gin in the water.

- In the end, have you ever been sincere?

He guessed that his eyes were already showing that meaning.

The indifferent face paused for a moment, and seemed to nod weakly, but it seemed to stare at him sneeringly.

Conan stared relentlessly, expecting to see something more.

But his lungs were running out of oxygen.

Something unexpected happened on the boss's side, and there was a commotion. He turned abruptly and looked beyond the big screen.

The attention of everyone in the room was also drawn to the past.

Conan had some hope in his heart again, and he tried his best to widen his eyes.

After a commotion, a black-faced man and several police officers appeared on the big screen.

Conan recognized it, it was Hattori.

After they saw the situation on the screen clearly, they screamed in surprise.

And at this moment, Gin raised his gun in a lightning-fast manner and pulled the trigger on Rum.

In the chaos, Lang Mu let out an unbelievable angry shout.

He responded quickly, barely avoiding his heart.

But he was completely unprepared just now. So he was seriously injured, and a hole was pierced in his chest.

Belmod didn't wait for him to react, but also pounced on him and caught him by the neck from behind.

Rum couldn't believe it this time. He never imagined that the BOSS's favorite woman would turn against the water. He didn't even have time to express his surprise, Belmod just twisted violently—

Conan blushed, but his eyes lit up.

Having solved the only trouble in the room, Gin turned his eyes and faced Conan again.

Conan suddenly felt a great sense of guilt for misunderstanding Gin, and even endured the pain of lack of oxygen for a few seconds.

Hattori let out a long breath when he saw on the screen that Gin had subdued the other party. He couldn't help but say, "Quickly open that box, Kudo can't help it anymore."

Gin glanced at him, and exchanged glances with Belmod.

Conan felt that his interaction was a bit weird, but he was out of oxygen, his brain was dizzy, and he couldn't think too much. There was only one thought in his head:

Open the box! He needs to breathe!

Uncomfortably, he struggled wildly.

"What are you doing, hurry up!" Hattori couldn't help urging.

"Big brother?" Vodka couldn't help but ask.

Gin slowly walked to the front of the water tank, condescendingly looking down at Conan, who was struggling in pain in the water tank.

But he didn't move.

Conan couldn't help opening his mouth and was forced to swallow water. He looked out of the water tank a little vaguely, and his pupils began to dilate. But there is still a glimmer of hope.

Gin, come on!

The emaciated man evoked a familiar sneer.

"Sorry, you lost."

He heard Gin say that.

The cold water was poured into the stomach, into the internal organs, as if it was poured into the head, causing severe pain and a strange sense of saturation.

The figure just stood outside the water tank, watching him struggle, but the figure didn't move.

Conan was startled again, accompanied by panic and anger.

Gin... Really didn't plan to save him? !

"Hey! Kudo!" Hattori shouted in horror on the big screen.

Conan was a little bewildered.

He wanted to respond, and he wanted to see Gin's expression again.

He knew that the organization was probably coming to an end.

He also knew he was going to die.

He was relieved, but also very angry.

He couldn't figure it out.

Why does Gin... want him dead?

He was in disbelief until he lost consciousness.

The author has something to say: What the **** (laughing and crying) I watched a pure black nightmare at night, and Lang Mu is actually... such a girl, girl! My face was hit so bad, I couldn't look directly at the rum in my text, what should I do! Is it too late to clean her up now! teary eyes qwq