Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 1052 Identity is given by myself

Chapter 1052 Identity is given by myself
"boom!"

Cohen's smile vanished instantly.

He looked down at his shoulder.

A spray of blood had already exploded there.

"Damn it, who is it?"

The shot wasn't fired by Akai or his son, but it was definitely aimed at the train.

He saw the gunfire, but it was too fast for him to tell which room it was coming from.

“Vodka, there are their accomplices on the train, I’ve been shot.”

Cohen rolled his upper body down onto the grass.

At the same time, three bullet holes appeared on the top of the car.

Cohen, still shaken, crawled under the car and roared into his earpiece, "Vodka, your information is wrong. They have accomplices. Take care of them now!"

The train had already left the bridge, and Cohen had lost his best sniping opportunity.

Vodka and Amuro Tooru peeked out with grim expressions, but found no room where they might have fired their guns.

The person had clearly used a silencer; there wasn't a sound at all.

"Who else could it be?"

"How should I know?" Amuro Tooru said irritably.

The two stared at each other, and for a moment they didn't dare to chase after the car to the roof.

Meanwhile, the Akai father and son on the roof of the car were also full of doubts.

They all saw the sparks from the bullets hitting the roof of the car.

Someone is helping me.

who can that be?

"Could it be someone from the Public Security Bureau?"

After much thought, Shuichi Akai could only come up with this answer.

Could it really be the police?

Akai Tsutomu muttered to himself.

Police officers could indeed board the train, but hitting a target while shooting on a high-speed train is far more difficult than Cohen shooting a moving target.

"Let's ignore that for now and go find Shinichi Kudo."

"We almost got caught."

Xia Chuan silently put away his sniper rifle and closed the window tightly.

"It's already past midnight. Akai Shuichi's men have been almost completely wiped out, but the brewery hasn't suffered any casualties. Helping them like this doesn't seem to have any effect."

Joel silently looked at his suitcase.

"Should I step in?"

"No, we've now confirmed that Karasuma Renya's men are in the car, and I already know the room. We have to make sure Vodka and the others succeed."

However, success that is too easy might arouse suspicion.

Xia Chuan's idea was simple.

They're bound to get arrested, but there's a condition: it has to be Karasuma Renya's people who make the move!
Acting should always be as realistic as possible.

"Since you've already taken action, aren't you worried about being discovered?"

Joel appeared somewhat annoyed.

Xia Chuan has already made three or four moves, while she has done nothing, just like a decorative vase.

What she hates most is being treated like a pretty face.

When she applied to be a police instructor, all the men thought the same way, so she beat them all to a pulp.

If you don't stay in bed for ten days or half a month after going home, don't even think about getting out of bed and walking.

Sensing the murderous glint in his fiancée's eyes, Xia Chuan grinned and said, "If you insist on taking action, that's fine, but I might have to change your appearance."

"Change your appearance?"

After half an hour.

Joel, now with a completely different appearance, looked at his face, somewhat bewildered.

"This is... Vermouth?"

Chris Vineyard is a celebrity after all, and even though Joel has only met her a few times, he can easily recognize her face.

“That’s right, you give yourself your identity. Now you are Vermouth. Of course, you can also say you are Chris Vineyard if you want.” Joel nodded excitedly and touched his face with satisfaction.

Although I don't really like this face, I'm going all out for a chance to make a move!
What should I do next?

The question Joel was expecting.

"Your voice needs to be changed too."

Xia Chuan took out a patch-type voice generator and placed it on Joel's throat.

"Hey, I remember."

Joel knew that Xia Chuan already had the ability to change his voice and did not need to prepare a voice changer.

The reason for carrying it must be because of myself.

It turns out he had already considered his own situation.

"Alright, in order to avoid attracting attention, your public identity is Vermouth, but in reality you are an agent from the Public Security Police. Your purpose here is to protect Shinichi Kudo's safety."

"Roger that!"

"Hey, what's going on with you guys?"

In compartment C of carriage number seven, Shinichi Kudo looked at the Akai father and son with displeasure.

He was nearly scared to death when he got back to his room.

There was nothing wrong with the signs at the door, yet two people appeared in my room.

"The train attendants outside have gone mad. You guys had a gunfight in carriages five and six?"

Shinichi Kudo was very dissatisfied, but the original team of six people now only had two people left in the room, and even James was dead.

Four people have already died because of his own plans, so he doesn't seem to have the right to say anything.

“We captured one of the distillery's employees, then raided Vodka's room, but he escaped through the window. He then brought Amuro Tooru to trap us in the room.”

Shuichi Akai explained simply.

With a sullen face, Tsutomu Akai said, "I'm curious how they knew we were in the last room of carriage number six."

Logically speaking, with an FBI agent already dead in this room, it's entirely possible to say that the problem lies with the person in charge.

"Unless there are still undiscovered agents around you."

“Possibly.” Shuichi Akai nodded with a grim expression, then looked puzzled. “Shinichi Kudo, tell me honestly, do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?”

The sniper rifles behind should have come from carriages five, six, and seven.

But he couldn't determine the true source.

"Backhand?"

Shinichi Kudo was taken aback. Had Shuichi Akai discovered his parents' affair?
Shuichi Akai looked knowing. "If he has one, let him come out. The situation is very critical. I think they will make their move tonight. We don't have much time left."

"Yes, there is, but it seems like my dad can't do much in a gunfight, can he?"

"Who is the backup plan you mentioned?" Shuichi Akai didn't hear clearly.

"My dad is in the car too."

"this?"

The Akai father and son looked at each other.

"Is your dad a really good sniper?"

"It's alright, you can still hit it within 50 meters."

When they were in Hawaii, Yusaku Kudo taught Shinichi Kudo how to fire a gun, so he knew what level his father was at.

It's alright, but compared to professional assassins, it's just average.

What's the difference between this kind of marksmanship and garbage?
"No, that person isn't your dad."

"What exactly happened?" Shinichi Kudo asked.

So, Shuichi Akai recounted what had happened.