Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 699 Wait a minute, wait a minute!
"It looks pretty good, bro. Can we do the same at our base?"

Vodka's eyes lit up. This was so classy! If the organization did this, it would be so prestigious every time they came back.

"Are you crazy? How can they compare to us?"

This kendo dojo is just a small place in Kyoto, but the organization is all over the world. If they really did that, the police would come and raid the place within two days.

Xia Chuan walked calmly ahead and soon arrived at the front of the main house.

The door opened immediately, and a black-clad swordsman wearing a demon mask stepped out, gesturing for them to enter.

"They were all dressed like this, exactly as the police described them today!"

Seeing the other person's attire, Gin breathed a slight sigh of relief; it seemed he hadn't made a mistake.

However, these people didn't seem like they were in business.

As a seasoned player with a history of flipping tables, Gin immediately sensed the atmosphere of the kendo dojo as soon as he entered. It was clear that the other party wasn't interested in making a deal, but rather in double-crossing him!
Having confirmed this, Gin subtly gave Vodka a wink.

"Hey, you can't go in!"

After Natsukawa entered, Gin and Vodka wanted to follow, but were stopped at the door.

The black-clad swordsman's demon mask was incredibly ferocious, his two eyes wide open, and his katana unsheathed and pressed against the two men.

"you"

Vodka almost drew his gun, but Gin stopped him.

"Wait a minute. If we alert the enemy and let the Mizuo father and son escape, you'll be in for a world of hurt."

"Understood, brother."

Vodka nodded in agreement, then gave the black-clad swordsman a deep look.

I'll kill him later to vent my anger!
The two stood at the door waiting, while Xia Chuan in the hall had already met the Mizuo father and son.

The layout of the hall resembled an ancient bandit's den, with a large chair draped in a bearskin at the front, flanked by two rows of wooden chairs, each occupied by a person.

After Xia Chuan entered, their eyes never left him, and a hint of ferocity flashed in their eyes.

"You're Benkei!?"

Looking at the unfamiliar man in front of him, Kenji Mizuo frowned slightly.

Although I haven't had any direct contact with Benkei, we've worked together for so long that I have a certain understanding of him.

Those in Kyoto's antique trading circles know that Benkei was incredibly wild and arrogant. He could intimidate people just by looking them in the eye, and he liked to wear Noh masks, which made him somewhat similar to them.

The tall, middle-aged man in front of him did have a certain intimidating presence, but he lacked the sharpness of a swordsman!

As a fellow kendo enthusiast, Kenji Mizuo saw no kendo spirit in his opponent.

In his eyes, this person was just a little fierce, nothing special.

"it's me."

"Where's your Noh mask? Benkei always wears a Noh mask when he appears, why isn't he wearing one this time?"

Curiosity was one thing, but the key was that Kenji Mizuo's sixth sense told him that something was wrong.

"Now that I'm the only one left with Genji Hotaru, the title 'Benzei' should have disappeared. Why should I still wear a mask?"

Xia Chuan gave a half-smile.

Actually, he wasn't wearing a mask simply because he didn't know what style of mask Benkei was wearing.

It's best not to wear it carelessly in front of the Noh troupe leader, as it's easy to be noticed; it's better to just show your face directly.

Where is the Buddha statue?

"The Buddha statue will naturally not be brought."

"Are you kidding us?"

Mizuo Harutaro drew his sword, stomped one foot on the table, and pointed it at Natsukawa: "We agreed on a deal, we prepared the money, you prepared the Buddha statue, and now you're telling me you didn't bring the Buddha statue!?"

He was so angry he almost laughed. What kind of transaction was this? It was incredibly stupid of him to walk in without anyone else!

"No, that's not right. How dare he come?!"

Kenji Mizuo sensed something was wrong, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. He simply frowned and observed Natsukawa.

The other black-clad swordsmen also stepped forward, their hands already on the hilts of their swords, ready to kill the scoundrel at Mizuo Kenji's command!

Vodka peered around the doorway, trying to eavesdrop, but the wooden door was surprisingly soundproof, and he couldn't hear a sound at all.

So he turned around and observed the positions of the people in the square.

These people stood still, but their eyes were always on them.

"Big brother, are they really planning to double-cross us?"

"Ah."

Gin nodded slightly.

"Keep an eye out for him later, Yoshiaki Daimon might be here too."

"I see."

Vodka nodded seriously, and was about to move closer to the wooden door to eavesdrop when he suddenly heard a loud noise.

"boom--"

"Wow!"

The closed wooden door suddenly shattered, splinters flew everywhere, and a figure flew out and crashed to the ground.

"Big brother, we've been discovered! Move quickly!"

The sound of tequila reached their ears.

At the same time, the swordsmen who were eyeing them from all sides rushed forward with their swords drawn, as if they had been prepared all along, without the slightest hesitation.

"Tequila, are you alright?!"

Voltga stepped forward and helped Xia Chuan up. Looking at the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth and the footprints on his chest, his expression turned extremely grim.

"Do it!"

Gin pulled out a walkie-talkie, said something, and then threw it away.

A swordsman was struck in the face and fell straight down.

The remaining swordsmen continued their relentless advance. Six people emerged from the broken gate, led by Mizuo Kenji. He waved his hand with a grim face, and the others, including Mizuo Harutaro, rushed over.

The three were immediately surrounded and became lambs to the slaughter.

"You should know the consequences of playing tricks on us. Although we don't know who you are, now that you're here, don't even think about leaving!"

"Brother, they are unwilling to disclose any information about Yoshiaki Daimon."

In reality, Xia Chuan went in and provoked the other party so much that they got angry and beat him out.

Then he distorted Gin's words and started a war between the two sides!
With Natsukawa's words, Gin already knew what he had to do.

He merely glanced coldly at Kenji Mizuo, his eyes like those of a hungry wolf, sending chills down one's spine.

Kenji Mizuo's lips twitched, but since the other party had mocked and provoked him first, how could he face others if word got out if he didn't keep them here?
"Go to hell!"

The black-clad swordsman wearing a demon mask charged forward, slashing at the silver-haired, black-clad man who was closest to him and had shown disrespect to his leader.

That look in your eyes is unpleasant to look at.

"joke!"

Gin blinked indifferently, the spring breeze ruffled his robes, and a dark pistol was pulled out.

"Compared to bullets, cold weapons have always been a joke."

Except for Princess Thorn.

Gin silently added in his mind.

The black-clad swordsman clearly hadn't expected that in Kyoto, where swordsmanship was so popular, there would be gangsters who would pull out guns right at the start of a fight. Shouldn't they have pulled out their katanas to settle the score?

He's already got into position!

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

The black-clad swordsman raised his hand, ready to reason with him.

"boom!"

He was met with gunfire.

The warm corpse fell straight to the ground, sliding forward three meters, the gleaming samurai sword clanging and rolling away.

The black-clad swordsman, shot between the eyebrows, looked terrified and bewildered, completely lifeless.

"Do they have guns? No wonder they dare to show up here."

Kenji Mizuo's face was grim, but he remained calm. He simply waved his hand, and the kendo dojo members who had been holding swords stopped and pulled out pistols from their waists.

With his hands clasped together, the pistol rested across his wrist holding the sword.

"Big brother, I think we should have sparred with them in swordsmanship first." Vodka wiped away his cold sweat. Wasn't that a bit like ganging up on the few?

"Heh, want to fight again?"

Kenji Mizuo sneered, looked down at the steps, and slowly walked to the square.

Gin snorted softly and remained silent, showing no intention of putting away his gun, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

This expression puzzled Kenji Mizuo, and a bad feeling arose within him, but he was reassured by his numerical advantage.

Impossible! There are only three of them, while there are nearly thirty of them, still in their own kendo dojo. They have absolutely no chance of resisting!
At the same time, streaks of orange light flashed across the dark sky.

Several swordsmen who had surrounded them groaned and inexplicably collapsed to the ground.

A faint smell of blood began to spread, and the atmosphere instantly froze.

Mizuo Kenji's pupils shrank suddenly and his hair stood on end.

"Sniper?!"

What the hell is going on? Not only did they suddenly provoke me, but they even have snipers. Just who are these people?

"Archer!"

Kenji Mizuo roared loudly and stood on the observation platform on the left and right sides of the square. The archers immediately drew their bows and nocked arrows, intending to take care of the three people in the square first.

However, before they could launch an attack on Xia Chuan and the other two, two more orange lights appeared, and the two fell silently to the ground.

By now, Kenji Mizuo hadn't even noticed the sniper's location.

But even if you know that, it's useless. Compared to archers, snipers are the real killing machines. Their attack range and power are worlds apart.

Seeing this, Kenji Mizuo knew that continuing the stalemate in the square would only lead to the deaths of his men.

Although I don't care, at times like these, every extra living person adds to our strength.

The group retreated back to the hall, and the three who had been surrounded actually managed to escape danger.

"Well done, Cohen, Baileys!"

"Sorry, I missed both shots."

Baileys' voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Vodka gave a cold smile and licked his dry lips: "It's alright, now is the time for us to fight back. Don't let the Mizuo father and son and Daimon Yoshiaki get away."

"almost there!"

"Wait a minute! Don't rush."

“Bourbon, what do you mean?” Vodka asked, frowning.

“Some people have come up the mountain, also wearing Noh masks. There are quite a few of them, and they are all riding off-road motorcycles. I suspect they are Mizuo’s backup plan.”

Backhand?

This is impossible!
Xia Chuan felt a sense of doubt. According to the information he received from Frank, the kendo dojo had a limited number of people, and it was impossible for anyone else to come from the foot of the mountain.

Unless it's the Saijo Taiga?
As far as I can remember, although Saijo Taiga was the last member of the Genji clan, he had quite a few apprentices under his command.

Oh no! The artifacts belonging to Genji Hotaru have been sold off by the Mizuo father and son. Since they dared to hand over the artifacts to them for sale, they probably weren't without precautions. Saijo Taiga has planted a spy here.

In an instant, Xia Chuan sorted out his thoughts.

It's understandable that Benkei would take action after learning that someone was impersonating him.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)