Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 427 Where Did the Kids Come From on the Battlefield?

Along the roadside in the dense forest, the Beetle braked suddenly and came to a stop.

The car window opened, and Conan leaned out to listen carefully.

"It's gunfire!"

"Shinichi, should we call the police? This is a serious gunfight."

Not to mention that Shinichi Kudo is only one meter tall now, even the adult version of Shinichi Kudo would have to step aside in this kind of situation.

Moreover, he had a gunshot wound on his arm.

Although Professor Agasa used a special medicine to temporarily stop the injury, the wound would worsen if it was left untreated.

Conan's words go in one ear and out the other.

No, to be precise, he didn't listen at all.

He hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt, grabbed his skateboard, and got off the bike: "Professor Agasa, go and notify the police. I'll go check out the situation over there. I already missed it once in Tottori Prefecture, but this time we absolutely have to catch Gin."

It's late at night, and this isn't a shooting club, so the gunshots could only mean that two factions are exchanging fire.

Based on Oki Iwamatsu's statement that he obtained the USB drive, Conan suspects that Gin might also be interested in the USB drive, and the current situation is a struggle for ownership of it.

Judging from the gunshots, there were at least twenty people involved.

He might not dare to approach during the day, but it's night now.

Darkness was his best cover!
Instead of rushing over recklessly, Conan opened the Beetle's trunk and grabbed a handful of watches!
That's right, it's one!
Having foreseen that something would happen at the Twin Towers skyscraper, Conan had Professor Agasa drive his Beetle to Nishitama City a day in advance, with the watches in the trunk all being watch-shaped tranquilizer darts.

Dr. Agasa is not yet able to make the watch-type anesthetic needles multi-shot, so he can only wear several watches.

This is the perfect time.

"Be careful, if things get really bad, just run!"

After shouting at Conan's retreating figure, Professor Agasa returned to the car and began contacting the police.

"I'm not afraid at all."

Conan was pulling up his pants while controlling the scooter, his pockets were full of metal watches, and his pants were about to burst under the weight.

"I should have asked Anya for some smoke bombs or something. Professor Agasa is the inventor, but it seems like Natsukawa has more technological products."

After you confess, make sure Xia Chuan prepares some things for you as well, so that you won't be helpless when facing extremely vicious criminals.

The scooter kicked up dust with a whoosh and sped toward the sound of gunfire.

Along the way, Conan noticed that the gunshots did not stop at all, but instead seemed to be getting more and more intense.

"Strange, where is Uncle Xia Chuan?"

Conan looked at the ground and saw only the tracks of a Porsche 356a and a motorcycle. Natsukawa should have been driving his GTR, but there were no GTR tracks here.

Conan couldn't figure this out until he discovered Porsche and Kawasaki. He could only attribute it to his innate advantage of having a information gap, which Natsukawa didn't have and was probably still searching in some obscure corner.

Upon arriving at the scene, the scooter's battery had just run out. Since it couldn't be recharged by moonlight, Conan had no choice but to reluctantly abandon the scooter and, holding onto his belt, slowly made his way towards the guesthouse area.

Having just stayed here, he had a good understanding of the terrain and layout, and easily avoided the man in black robes and the corpses on the ground.

"That thing on the roof looks like an agave."

Conan rubbed his chin, took out a tranquilizer dart, and eagerly prepared to try it out.

Unfortunately, the agave's prone position made it difficult to aim from below, so Conan had to give up.

"who are you?"

Suddenly, a man in black robes darted out from behind. The man in black robes had just arrived to provide support. His patrol point was the furthest away, and he had waited for almost ten minutes to make sure there was no reinforcements before returning, worried that the newcomers might have backup.

We have no choice but to come back. That winery member on the roof of the guesthouse has already killed several of our teammates. If we don't concentrate our firepower soon, we might all be wiped out.

As soon as they passed through the bushes and entered the guesthouse corridor, the man in the black robe was dumbfounded.

Where would children come from on the battlefield?
In preparation for tonight's pick-up, the guesthouse has stopped accepting guests since the day before yesterday. How could there be a child here at this time?

The distillery killer put him under immense psychological pressure. He didn't underestimate the boy in front of him, only thinking that the boy might be unable to grow up due to some kind of disease, and had been showing himself as a child for a long time.

Children can be killers too!
According to Boss Snake, the assassins at the brewery are incredibly skilled, and you must shoot them the moment you spot them, or you'll have no chance!
Hearing a sound behind him, Conan was startled and turned around to try to find an excuse. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, the other person seemed to mistakenly think that he had a gun hidden in his mouth, so he quickly fired a shot.

Clang——

Conan flew backward, tumbling several times like a doll before crashing to the ground.

The man in black robes:
The man in the black robe stared blankly at his pistol. He had been firing a pistol for so long, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone be shot several meters away and tumble in the air.

For a moment, the man in the black robe felt as if he were seeing things.

"wrong!"

The man in black robes looked around at the ground and found no blood.

"This is impossible!"

He aimed that shot at the big head; there's no way he didn't bleed at all!

"Sorry, you're out of luck!"

The man in black robes suddenly looked up and found the little boy smiling at him. There was no bullet hole on his head, not even a scratch. It seemed he had just been teasing him.

"How can it be!"

Conan lowered his head slightly, his glasses reflecting white light, revealing a small stain on his right monocle, the cause of which was unclear.

A transparent anesthetic needle was fired, and the man in the black robe immediately experienced blurred vision and collapsed to the ground with a "thud" like a salted fish.

Conan tossed his watch aside and pulled a new one out of his pocket, putting it on his wrist.

He looked up at the rooftop in front of him. Tequila was obviously unaware of his movements and was firing his gun from time to time while fighting with the man in black.

The situation seemed to be going well, but Conan knew that as soon as the man in black reacted and counterattacked from the high ground, Agave, who was hiding on the roof, would become a sitting duck!
"It seems that tequila has not been found. It appears that tequila is trying to stop these seemingly random black-robed figures. Where is gin?"

Conan silently slipped into the darkness, his vigilance several times higher than before.

"What brings the little rascal here?"

Xia Chuan certainly noticed it, but chose to ignore it.

As Conan said, the men in black had already realized what was happening and were all moving to higher ground. Several of them had even managed to evade his sight and head to another point of engagement.

He doesn't have that much time to pay attention to Conan.

However, being able to dodge a shot from the man in black is enough to prove that Conan is Aoyama Gosho's favorite son, and worrying about the other party is actually irresponsible to oneself.

The zoo is home to many famous and powerful figures, so even he cannot afford to be careless.

Before long, Xia Chuan noticed that some guesthouses had black-robed figures appearing on their rooftops.

Guerrilla warfare allows the weaker side to effectively preserve its manpower and avoid large-scale direct battles with the enemy through flexible and mobile tactics, thus reducing unnecessary losses.

Leaving is not a sign of weakness, but rather a preparation for a better counterattack.

Having found a suitable excuse, Xia Chuan quickly went downstairs and disappeared from the black-robed man's sight under the cover of night.

(End of this chapter)