Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 1047 Today I'm Going to Kill You

Chapter 1047 I'm Going to Kill You Today

The smoke had no hypnotic effect, and Xia Chuan didn't need to hypnotize the other person.

The white figure suddenly vanished from the spot, only to reappear next to the connecting door to carriage number three.

"He's there. Hurry and chase after him. Don't let him run to other carriages, otherwise it will be very difficult to find him."

"If you want to catch me, we'll see if you have the ability."

To the security guards, Phantom Thief Kid raised his hand, and a large number of playing cards shot into the air, quickly enveloping him completely.

By the time all the playing cards were down, Kaito Kid had already vanished from sight.

Without realizing it, everyone assumed he had left carriage number two and immediately swarmed after him.

Soon, only a few people remained in carriage number two.

"Aren't you going to chase after them?"

The remaining three stood still, when one of them suddenly spoke up: "Kaito Kid should have already infiltrated other carriages."

"Oh, is it so?"

One of the train conductors took off his hat, revealing a handsome, dark-skinned face, his light blond hair looking quite dashing in the wind.

He smiled and looked at the other person: "If I remember correctly, you should be the train conductor in carriage number three, right?"

The train attendant in carriage number three had already started to walk away.

He had already sensed that something was wrong.

Before he could even step out of the carriage, a cold voice reached his ears.

"Did I let you go? FBI agent. If I remember correctly, you were supposed to be undercover in South Korea. What, are Shuichi Akai's words that useful?"

The train conductor—or rather, the FBI agent—stopped in his tracks, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The other party not only knew he was an FBI agent, but also knew that he had previously carried out a mission in South Korea.

"who are you?"

By the time the detective turned around, the gun was already aimed at him.

Sure enough, if we had tried to leave by force, we definitely wouldn't have been able to get out of that gate.

"Hey, hey, hey, if it's nothing to do with me, I have other things to do."

Disguised as a train conductor, Xia Chuan took a step back and stood at the entrance of the exhibition hall, trying to give the two of them as much space as possible to confront each other.

Amuro Tooru glanced at him and then looked away.

Although Kaito Kid is an internationally wanted criminal, he has not actually caused any significant harm to the country, so his target is still FBI agents.

Tell me, where are the others?

Amuro Tooru slowly walked up to the FBI agent, pressed the muzzle of his gun against the agent's forehead, and said coldly, "I'll give you three seconds."

"three"

"two"

Just as he was about to utter the word, the FBI agent suddenly reached out and grabbed the muzzle of the gun pressed against his forehead.

However, he was facing a top-notch undercover police officer.

Such petty tricks were simply beneath Amuro Tooru's notice.

In the blink of an eye, the FBI agent was pinned to the ground, his left hand snapped in the opposite direction with a "crack," and the bone protruded directly from the joint into the skin.

Such a bloody scene makes one frown.

"Say!"

With a slight exertion, Amuro Tooru's hand bones protruded outwards even more.

The piercing screams were quickly drowned out by the sounds of the rails and wheel hubs.

The FBI agent was deathly pale; he knew the man was a member of the distillery hidden among the train conductors.

He gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, just staring straight at Amuro Tooru's face.

"Bourbon!" he said through gritted teeth.

However, recognizing the other party's identity did not improve his situation; instead, Amuro Tooru exerted himself even more.

Even if you seek medical attention immediately, there is no possibility of repairing this arm.

"I said, there's no need to do this if you're not going to say anything, is there?"

Xia Chuan leaned against the door and ate some melon seeds. "There's no need to waste time on him. I think there's someone in carriage number six who seems quite suspicious."

"Ah, unfortunately, this ruby isn't what I'm looking for. Goodbye, both of you."

Before Amuro Tooru could reply, Natsukawa had already slipped through the glass and gone out.

From Amuro Tooru's perspective, one can clearly see Kaito Kid unfold his hang glider and disappear into the horizon.

"strangeness."

Although he felt something was a little strange, he didn't think about it too much.

When they turned back, good heavens, the FBI agent had already passed out.

Whether he was a police officer or a code name member of the distillery, he had no reason to be polite when he encountered an FBI member in Japan.

The agent was met with a bullet, and then his body was thrown out of the window.

“Vodka, where is Vermouth? There’s someone suspicious in car number six,” Amuro Tooru said into the phone.

"Vermouth hasn't replied to my messages, and I don't know where she and Baileys are. Who's suspicious in carriage six? What's their room number?"

Amuro Tooru was silent for a while, then remembered that the other person had mentioned that person when they spoke.

As far as he knew, carriages A, D, and E in carriage number six were shared rooms, meaning that the people inside did not know each other.

"It could be any of the three carriages A, D, or E, but there's only one person. While the train conductor is searching for Kaito Kid, let's sneak in and investigate."

"I see."

After hanging up the phone, Amuro Tooru couldn't help but sneer: "Hmph, Shuichi Akai, I'm going to kill you today. But what about Shinichi Kudo? I need to find a way to save his life."

Within the limits of what he can do, Amuro Tooru still hopes to save Kudo Shinichi.

This high school detective, if properly nurtured, will surely become a talent capable of ensuring national stability in the future.

On the other end of the line, Vodka smirked as he hung up the phone: "Room 6E, so he was hiding here."

Inside the room, another person looked up and said, "Brother Vodka, even if we know that person, it won't make much difference. We still don't know where Shuichi Akai is hiding."

Vodka waved his hand dismissively: "My brother said that there aren't many people in the FBI who will follow Shuichi Akai's orders or give him face anymore. We'll kill as many as we can. Once all these agents are dead, he'll have no choice but to come out."

Since these agents are here, he must be on the train.

"It seems this is indeed a trap set by the organization."

The person emerged from the shadows, revealing innocent eyes and a cute, doll-like face.

Who else could this be but Hondo Eisuke?

By this time, he had gained Vodka's trust and become a pawn in his hands.

After a period of lying low, he has now confirmed that his sister, Hondo Emi, is dead.

The specific cause of death appears to be related to Rum. At the same time, two of Rum's top lieutenants, Binga and Arak, also died.

There's still no clue about this matter.

But that's not the point. The point is that my sister died.

Like her father, she died at the hands of the Black Organization!

At this moment, Hondo Eisuke only wanted revenge.

That's right, the note that Shinichi Kudo received before came from him.