The thug went down with a thud, baring his teeth in pain. It took him two seconds to recover enough to climb back up.
He turned around furiously, looking at the audacious woman who had dared to trip him. But before he could speak, he was interrupted by a shocked, "Oh, sorry!"
A string of English apologies immediately hit him in the face. Jodie anxiously explained as she got to her feet and walked over to him, growing more impassioned with every word. To show her sincerity, she even grasped his hand.
The armed thug's head swelled from listening to her. He could only barely gather from the foreigner's actions that she apparently had not tripped him on purpose. Too lazy to waste time tangling with someone who spoke nothing but English, he said, "All right, all right. Get back and sit down!"
Jodie gave him a friendly smile and returned to her seat.
Beside her, "Dr. Araide" gave her a meaningful glance: This annoying FBI agent was actually somewhat useful...
Conan: "..." She was truly bold because she was skilled... Forget it. This was not the time to study the behavior of these suspicious people. With both hijackers at the front of the bus, he had to do something quickly to save the passengers.
Thinking this, Conan quietly took out his miniature phone.
He put on his earpiece and was about to call Inspector Megure when a tall shadow suddenly fell over him.
"..."
Conan stiffly looked up and met the eyes of the hijacker, who had returned at some point.
"Brat, what are you doing?!" The man grabbed Conan by the collar and violently shoved him to the floor.
Conan fell hard onto the ground. His miniature phone slipped from his hand and rolled to the hijacker's feet.