Conan’s Corpse Picker - Chapter 1670

Chapter 1670 Chapter 1670 [It should be Ireland’s fault]

Vodka looked down at the phone screen.

The next moment, a hellish scene of fire hits my eyes—this is a photo taken in the terminal hall. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, the outside was full of debris from vehicles and even the wreckage of a plane, burning in flames.

Vodka: “???”

Plane wreckage = plane crash = no survivors, so…

Uzo is dead? !

This thought flashed through his mind, Vodka held the phone and stayed where he was.

Originally, seeing the news that “‘unlucky passers-by’ have been smashed one after another” in the past few days and “someone fainted on the street outside a theater in London” last night, he thought that the guy in Ireland could no longer count on him.

Unexpectedly, the turning point came so suddenly.

It’s like a desperate coach who suddenly sees his team, which is far behind by a large score, score ten goals in a row and take a thrilling lead. Vodka has a dreamlike experience.

He waited for a long time before recovering from this dreamlike scene, and excitedly punched the air several times—if it wasn’t for the silence of the night here, and shouting could easily attract the attention of others, he would have wanted to cheer up to the sky and share himself with the whole world joy.

At this time, Gin’s voice suddenly sounded from behind: “What’s the matter? So happy.”

“!” Vodka was taken aback, and quickly recovered, “Brother, brother! Have you finished your business?”

Gin glanced at Vodka’s phone screen. He originally thought it was some idol who announced that he was going to change careers, but when he looked carefully, the photos on his phone turned out to be like a scene from a disaster movie.

Gin stared for a moment, and immediately realized that the reason for Vodka’s happiness might be different from what he imagined.

He took Vodka’s mobile phone and looked down.

Vodka recalled how excited he was just now, broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly corrected his attitude: “Heaven is jealous of talents, good fortune and misfortune are impermanent—why did such a thing happen? Wu Zuo is still so young, but God is so cruel to him. Losing a member who is still growing, our assassination efficiency will drop again in the future.”

Gin scratched the news’s finger, and sneered sinisterly: “You’d better go to a class to improve your acting skills, otherwise, don’t start this kind of clumsy performance in front of me.” Really hot eyes.

“…” Vodka calmed down and listened to the training with his head bowed.

Gin looked at it for a while, then threw the phone back to him: “Go check the latest news, I remember there are people from us near the airport, let them go and stand by.”

Vodka was taken aback.

This kind of big event that happened in a public place will definitely become explosive news soon. But now, the cadres involved have been blown to pieces, and Uzuo has never left any evidence in his work, and there is no need to deal with the aftermath… In short, according to the normal logic, the members of the organization should hide as far away as possible to avoid being involved and exposed , why let people pass by instead?

Vodka pondered Shangyi suspiciously: “Let them go…to avenge Uzo?”

“Revenge?” Qin Jiu glanced at him, “Oh, I’m afraid you will be disappointed, he is still alive.”

“!?”

Vodka was hit on the head with a heavy hammer: the plane was blown up like that, how could this be possible!

He froze for a moment, looking down at his phone.

The news was still quietly lying on the screen at this moment—Vodka saw the plane wreckage in the photo just now, because the idea of ​​”I hope Uzo doesn’t come back” was too strong, and he knew that “Uzo was on the plane” then message.

Combining the two, Vodka’s brain subconsciously produced the best results for him when he saw that powerful photo, especially the wreckage of the plane in the photo.

But now…

After carefully capturing the key words of the news, Vodka realized that the plane that was burning was the empty plane that had stopped at the airport to refuel before, not the one that Uzo was on.

As for Uzo’s plane, although it was a thrilling experience, it is still flying in the sky.

Vodka: “…” Is this not dead? This guy’s life is too tough!

He was eager to know the status of the plane, frantically refreshing the news, and the refresh button almost burst into sparks.

Gin’s gloomy voice floated from the side: “Cursing Uzo seems to be more important than your job. He has such a high position in your heart. If he survives this time, it seems that I should convey it to you Your attention to him.”

Vodka: “…” Brother, don’t! Brother, I was wrong!

Thinking about that possibility, the spirit of vodka is about to fly.

He just came back to his senses. Thinking of how he actually left his elder brother aside in order to read the news, the cold sweat suddenly broke out again.

Vodka: “…” Luckily, my elder brother is familiar with Uzo’s tricks of sowing discord, so he won’t be fooled by it… After all, didn’t you forget to trick him remotely? Damn Uzo!

Although Vodka was anxious about the situation of the plane, he didn’t dare to indulge in the news anymore.

He immediately wanted to get in the car and serve as the driver for Gin, but found that Gin sat in the driver’s seat—this appearance was to let Vodka be the co-pilot and free up his hands to check the news.

“Even for the organization, bombing the airport is not a trivial matter. What the **** is that Uzo guy doing, Ireland is so fun?”

Vodka bent down and got into the car, while muttering in his heart: “Although my brother and I tried to blow up the Shinkansen, but we did it for the task. This guy Uzo just did it for his own fun. …I hope that the boss will not let him go this time, punish him! Give me a severe punishment! For example, demote Uzo to the Antarctic or the North Pole, in short, make him unable to return to Tokyo for the rest of his life.”

While praying, Vodka unfolded the laptop and banged on it.

Thanks to Brother Gin for his thoughtfulness, it is really necessary to let him sit in the co-pilot, so that he can free up his hands to check the information, otherwise he is really worried that he will be absent-minded and drive the car into the ditch.

Vodka opened a few pages, frantically refreshing the news, and at the same time used the small software he made before to catch relevant news all over the Internet: the complaints from the airport passengers’ private blogs were captured, and the airport’s surveillance was also invaded. It’s best to listen again Listen to the recording in the cockpit of the plane… Well, the last one will take some time, so let’s record it on the schedule and deal with it later.

A large amount of information flashed across the screen, and Vodka’s head, which was not very good at acting and doing things, was very flexible on the Internet, and quickly pieced together the complete news.

Beside   , Qin Jiu listened to the crackling keyboard, thinking about how to report this sudden accident to the boss.

At this time, he remembered the email he had received before—the one from Ireland, which seemed to read “I will be invited by Uzo to this flight for an appointment, and unrelated people will avoid it.”

(end of this chapter)