Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 115 Dead End
Haruhiko Kousaka wondered why Sato Miwako, a deputy inspector of the Metropolitan Police Department, was forced to flee in a panic after being chased by a group of yakuza.

But existence is reasonable.

He believed that there must be some reason why Detective Sato Miwako's identity had lost its deterrent effect in the eyes of these yakuza.

Haruhiko walked towards Miwako.

At the same time, look for any handy weapons nearby.

The people on the other side are a group of gangsters who dare to attack the criminal police in the street with sharp knives. If they use their bare hands, they really can't gain any advantage.

Moreover, Haruhiko's sharp eyesight also observed that the Yakuza who looked like a small leader wearing sunglasses and walking at the back kept his hands on his waist while running, and the bulge under his clothes was most likely a pistol.

If the enemy uses firearms, Haruhiko must be wary even if he has a sword in hand.

However, because there are several famous shops on this street, the local government has cleaned the street extremely cleanly in order to leave a good impression on foreign tourists. There is not even a Coke bottle to be seen, let alone weapons that can be used against the enemy.

Not only did he not find a suitable weapon.

Haruhiko also saw a group of yakuza running down the other street from the rearview mirror at the intersection. The leader was holding a mobile phone, probably reinforcements who had arrived after receiving a call.

If this trend continues.

The unaware Sato Miwako would definitely be blocked in the middle of the road by the two groups of people.

Whether he would be hacked to death in the street or taken back to be tortured by the female investigator would depend on the other party's mood.

Of course Haruhiko wouldn't let this happen, and he was almost running to Sato Miwako.

At this time, Sato Miwako also noticed Haruhiko running towards her. Her eyes were wide open and she seemed a little shocked.

"Go this way!"

Haruhiko didn't waste any words and just grabbed Miwako's wrist.

Pulling her into the alley beside the street.

The alleys are not as bright and glamorous as the streets outside, and have the feeling of an old neighborhood.

The gang of yakuza that came later was indeed faster and had already crossed the road to catch up.

While running, Haruhiko knocked over a row of trash cans stacked at the entrance of the alley.

The round trash can rolls backwards.

The garbage inside dumped out, and the flies attached to it exploded like flowers scattered by fairies.

As expected, the fastest running gangsters stepped on trash cans and fell flat on their faces.

But it is obviously unrealistic to rely on these trash cans to stop this group of people from chasing you.

The following Yakuza stepped directly on their companions and caught up.

The alleys are complicated and the enemy behind him should not be able to catch up for a while, but he is afraid that some extreme gangsters will come out from other places to block the way. However, in the current situation, he can only take it one step at a time.

Haruhiko asked as he ran, "What's going on? Why do they dare to chase you?"

Sato Miwako gasped, "The undercover investigation was caught."

"Why don't you reveal your identity?"

"It's no use lighting it up," said Sato Miwako. "I've run out of bullets. It seems the other side is determined to get rid of me."

Haruhiko wondered what secret he had heard that made the other party spend so much money.

But there was no point dwelling on this now, so Haruhiko got straight to the point: "Where's your escort?"

An embarrassed look flashed across Sato Miwako's face: "No... no one is there to help."

Haruhiko was shocked: "What?!"

"I followed the target to the scene and couldn't help but want to go in and check it out," said Sato Miwako. "I didn't expect this group of people to be so brutal. They would kill people at the slightest disagreement."

Haruhiko was speechless and said, "I really don't know whether to praise you for being brave or call you reckless."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Sato Miwako glanced back awkwardly. Jidao was still about ten meters away. "I'll find a chance to help you divert the enemy. After you escape, quickly find a way to call for support."

Haruhiko said without thinking: "Would I let you go to die alone in this situation? Even if it's just to lure away the enemy, I have to go!" Sato Miwako's eyes softened.

At this time, the two of them happened to run to the intersection in the alley.

A group of yakuza suddenly appeared at the end of the side alley, led by the yakuza leader wearing sunglasses who was seen before.

The two sides looked at each other for a second.

The little leader decisively pulled out a pistol from his waist and shot Haruhiko and the others.

Haruhiko pressed the back of Sato Miwako's head and bent over and rolled to the side.

Bullets rained down on the wall behind where they had been standing, sending up a shower of sparks and sending shattered brick fragments flying onto Haruhiko's cheek.

Haruhiko didn't expect that these people would be so decisive and dare to shoot.

It seems that if he is caught, the consequences will be terrible.

Haruhiko pulled up Sato Miwako and prepared to continue escaping.

But while they were dodging the bullets, the gang of gangsters behind them had already rushed to a position about 5 meters away.

The steel pipes and machetes in the hands of the gangsters flashed with a creepy light.

Haruhiko looked around.

I found that there were no items to resist the enemy.

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a skill that could blind people. He had practiced it several times in private, but never had the chance to use it.

It's just right to use this group of Yakuza as targets to test the effect.

Thinking of this, Haruhiko raised his leg and kicked forward.

A cloud of dust shot out from under his feet like a sharp sword, hitting the faces of several extremely powerful people in front of him.

The Yakuza covered their eyes and cursed: "Damn it! This trick is too vulgar!"

Haruhiko snatched the steel pipe from the other person's hand.

"noodle!"

He swung the steel pipe like playing whack-a-mole, knocking out several enemies who were chasing him one by one.

Haruhiko didn't know why he used kendo moves. Logically, street fighting seemed more appropriate, but he didn't have time to worry about these things at this moment.

Any move that can defeat the enemy is a good move.

Miwako Sato also picked up the weapons that fell on the ground and fought back against the Yakuza who followed.

After knocking down a few enemies, Jidao, who was chasing after them, obviously hesitated.

However, Haruhiko knew that he couldn't be entangled by these guys here. If he waited for the leader with a gun to catch up, he would not be able to fight back.

Haruhiko pulled Sato Miwako into an alley where there were no yakuza.

The pursuing gangsters then chased after them with their fangs bared, but their speed was obviously much slower than before.

At this time, Kondo Katsuya, wearing sunglasses, caught up. He ran while cursing, "How dare these bastards slack off? Don't they know that if that woman leaks the news, we'll all be finished?!"

A young man with a Band-Aid on his face panted, "Don't worry, Boss. There's construction going on at the end of this alley. They can't get out."

"Really?"

"That's right, I drank too much last night and fell into that big pit. Later, I had to ask people from the team to pull me out." The Yakuza brother rubbed the Band-Aid on his face.

Kondo Katsu breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down his pace.

After becoming the team leader, he had not personally participated in this kind of fight for a long time, and for a moment he felt a little nostalgic.

"You should have told me earlier." Kondo Katsu patted his younger brother's shoulder. "Contact the family to prepare cement. Once it gets dark, throw them into Tokyo Bay to avoid any more trouble."

After hearing Kondo Masaru's instructions, the younger brother behind him immediately started making a phone call.

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