Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 1001 Choice
Bai Shi was extremely anxious, but he was the only high-end combatant left in the base.

There was originally another person, who was the gentleman's bodyguard and driver.

However, when the gentleman left this time, he also left.

Suddenly, Shiraishi had an absurd feeling that he was somewhat outnumbered and powerless.

Indeed, even with dozens of combat personnel and him, they felt powerless against a lone wolf.

After pondering for a long time, Baishi finally made up his mind.

"Bring out the base's weapons of mass destruction and have the helicopters a kilometer away ready."

"Sir, the blizzard is too severe, and helicopters cannot take off."

"Then get the car ready and be prepared to evacuate at any time."

Shiraishi made the worst-case scenario plan.

If you are truly no match for your opponent, then run away.

Although I probably won't survive seeing the man again, I must at least convey the information about this mysterious person.

As Shiraishi gave the order, the monitoring personnel stood up and quickly took out individual rocket launchers and steel ball mines from the equipment depot.

Well, actually, in such a cramped space, these are the only things we can take out.

Shiraishi was worried that if even one explosive went down, the base would be destroyed.

The atmosphere in the monitoring center grew increasingly tense, with gunshots and screams of teammates frequently heard through the headset.

The dozen or so monitoring personnel were sweating profusely, but they remained steadfast in their posts, pointing their guns at the gate.

"Relocate everyone to the monitoring center."

As the number of casualties increased, Shiraishi finally stopped trying to be brave.

The base's combat personnel retreated in an orderly fashion. Realizing that the obstacles had lessened, Xia Chuan also confirmed that he was on the right track.

They are not ignoring this place; they are tightening their defenses.

Xia Chuan glanced down at the wounds on his body, but instead of rushing over, he stopped to give the wounds a simple bandage.

Although his individual combat ability is strong enough, and he can always catch the opponent off guard, as the opponent becomes more vigilant, his available moves decrease, and he inevitably gets injured.

Fortunately, they were all just superficial injuries, and after simple bandaging to stop the bleeding, they did not affect the fight.

For Xia Chuan, bandaging was actually a different kind of rest.

I've used up quite a bit of my energy.

Suddenly, a Snickers commercial popped into my head.

Damn it, what time is it? What are you thinking about?

Xia Chuan found it both funny and exasperating that he could still joke around in such a somber setting.

After pausing for about five minutes, Xia Chuan stood up again.

They pulled pistol and rifle magazines from the corpses and continued onward.

This time, there really wasn't a single person to be seen. All the corridors were empty, and searching each room slowly was quite time-consuming.

The same applies to Shiraishi in the monitoring center.

Every time he saw a surveillance camera screen turn into static, he knew danger was getting closer.

"Who is he?"

"Have you found any information about this person?"

The subordinate shook his head helplessly: "We've investigated everyone who registered at the Hall of Hope from the beginning until now, along with their relatives, and none of them match. I've also checked the organization's archives, and found nothing there either."

This base is very special. Members of the brewery's code name must wear masks when they come here. They know that there is a huge organization outside, but the organization is unaware of their existence.

"Sir, perhaps we should leave?"

"No." Shiraishi shook his head.

Unless absolutely necessary, there is no need to leave.

The firefight that occurred in the corridor was difficult to exploit due to the confined space; the numerical advantage was hard to demonstrate. It would be a different story if the other side came to the monitoring center.

The space here is over two hundred square meters. As long as the combat personnel are spread out at various angles, he doesn't believe the enemy can have three heads and six arms. At the very least, could they survive a rocket or a grenade?

The answer is obvious.

The reason for the delay in making such a choice is that the monitoring room is of great value, and the cost of damaging and rebuilding it far exceeds the cost of training these combat personnel.

But there's no other way now; this will be their last stronghold.

Of course, this will also be their burial ground!

"Lord Shiraishi, the rest of the people have arrived."

Shiraishi felt a chill run down his spine; in less than half an hour, half of the combat personnel in the base had died.

There are now fewer than thirty people left in the monitoring center, and that includes the number of monitoring personnel.

The opponent is indeed very powerful.

"Everyone get ready. There are two passages leading into the monitoring center. The other one connects to the monitoring station above, and it can only enter from the north entrance."

After a series of mechanical scraping sounds, the gun muzzles were all pointed in the same direction.

Xia Chuan was at the corner outside the north gate of the monitoring center at this moment.

He didn't rush inside.

It's obvious that entering without knowing the situation would be certain death.

Right now, absolutely all the gun barrels are pointed at this place.

"Then let's wait and see who has more patience."

The monitoring center definitely has more than one exit; even a fool could figure that out.

Shiraishi's previous actions were enough to prove that he did not want to give up the base, so the monitoring center was his only chance to turn the tide.

Knowing in advance that the battlefield's space would be more disadvantageous to him, Xia Chuan certainly wouldn't rush in directly.

He was waiting, waiting for Baishi to become impatient.

Whether he thinks he will enter through other entrances or come out to check the situation, this will give him the opportunity to take action and deal with a group of people.

Having collected equipment along the way, Wan Zhangju had changed his outfit.

He wore a bulletproof vest over his clothes, three rifles were slung across his body, and a dozen magazines were simply strung together with rope and tied around his waist.

Unfortunately, these combatants were not accustomed to using projectiles, otherwise Xia Chuan might have chosen to force his way in.

After an unknown amount of time, Shiraishi felt his legs getting sore from standing.

Inside the monitoring center, the combat personnel, poised for action, exchanged bewildered glances.

They couldn't help but doubt Lord Shiraishi's judgment.

"Lord Shiraishi, shall we go out and check the situation?"

His subordinate's suggestion made sense, but Shiraishi remained silent.

He's thinking about it.

A few minutes later, just as he was about to speak, a series of gunshots suddenly rang out from the direction of the north gate.

The metal gate was riddled with holes, and several combat personnel who were the first wave of firepower to stand in front of it fell.

The sudden gunshots did not worry Shiraishi; on the contrary, he seemed delighted.

Ultimately, he was more composed than his opponent, and the intruder could no longer restrain himself.

"Fire!"

Under Shiraishi's orders, gunfire continued unabated within the monitoring center.

The already riddled gate was riddled with holes by even more brutal firepower and soon collapsed with a crash.

The RPG was ready; the moment the door collapsed, the cannonball, trailing a trail of flame, had already flown out.

"Rumble--"

The entire underground space could feel the tremors.

(End of this chapter)