Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 777 The Will That Fears No Death

Yuri felt annoyed as he recalled the smoke in the room.

The IV drip should be in two layers: ordinary saline solution at the bottom and some kind of active, flammable liquid smoke on top!
A sniper had already aimed at the IV drip outside the window. At the same time the elevator opened, the sniper fired simultaneously. The IV drip was shattered by special bullets, creating a large amount of smoke, and the bullets exploded from both sides.

If I had discovered it sooner, things wouldn't have come to this, and I might have been able to fight back.

Unfortunately, it's too late to regret it now.

The smoke in the corridor slowly dissipated, and the liquid in the IV drip was limited and would not last long.

However, this nearly one-minute moment of smoke did catch the police and Rumi Wakasa somewhat off guard.

Not only did they miss the best time to counterattack, but their position was also compressed, with snipers watching them from outside the window, and they risked being killed the moment they peeked out.

Fortunately, by clinging to the bottom edge of the window, there was still room to escape. However, the two policemen who were covering the rear were not so lucky and were shot dead by members of the winery's outer perimeter who were chasing from behind.

Gin arrived late and was somewhat pleased to see that the four peripheral members were almost unharmed.

So far, this operation has been entirely within my expectations. I have successfully predicted the arrangements and preparations that the police would make. Perhaps this time I can even take Wakasa Rumi away directly.

The thought of the plan's potential success made Gin even more excited.

Yuri finally breathed a sigh of relief as he walked down the corridor to the top of the stairs and looked down.

They went down the twenty-seventh floor in different directions, and there were few people from the distillery, making it difficult to catch them.

Once you successfully reach the first floor, you can meet up with the other police officers. It's hard to say who will be the prey then!

"Everyone go downstairs together, spread out on different floors, and finally meet on the first floor."

"Yes!"

"Boom~"

The moment the words were spoken, the earth shook violently, eardrums rang, and billowing dust rushed up from below the stairs.

Yuri's smile froze instantly.

"Hehe, you can't get down there."

Gin stood less than five meters from the elevator entrance at the corner, sneered, and shouted, "I'll give you a chance to surrender, or don't blame me if you get riddled with bullets."

"Boss Yuri, what do we do? We still can't get in touch with the outside world."

Yuri remained expressionless, somewhat regretful. If she had told Xia Chuan about her plan, with his help, things might not have turned out this badly.

You should have listened to me.

Rumi Wakasa originally had a plan: to pretend to faint from inhaling smoke in the room, wait for Gin to arrive, and then the two of them would attack together.

Yuri did not reply.

What a joke! They can do that, that's fine, but if they do, these police officers won't survive!

It's not that you can't die; the moment you join the police force, you should be prepared to die.

But you should never die this way!
I wanted to call Natsukawa for backup, but when I turned on the screen, I realized that damn Gin had messed up the signal.

"It seems we have to go all in."

Yuri gave a wry smile as he looked at the remaining four plainclothes officers.

He saw fear in the eyes of the four people, but even more so, he saw determination.

"Yuri, let's fight them!"

One of them rolled up his sleeves and used his tie to secure the wound on his arm, preventing the blood from flowing further.

Rumi looked around, then her eyes lit up. She smashed open the fire extinguisher box with her elbow and took out a bright red fire axe.

"That thing is too heavy, use this!"

Rumi Wakasa hurriedly caught the pistol and looked at Yuri in surprise.

Although they were cooperating, she still didn't expect Yuri to give her a pistol.

"What time is it? If you've chosen to cooperate, shouldn't you have complete trust?"

In reality, Yuri was worried, but at this point, to still harbor doubts would be tantamount to suicide.

Rumi Wakasa nodded vigorously; only then could their cooperation be considered unbreakable.

However, Rumi Wakasa did not put down the fire axe, but instead picked it up with one hand and carried it on her shoulder, holding the gun in the other hand.

"What are you looking at?"

"Ah, this." The four plainclothes police officers were dumbfounded.

He's been in a coma in bed for a month now, without moving for a whole month, yet he can still easily pick up a heavy fire axe.

What kind of constitution does that require?
Gin waited for a long time but heard no sound, realizing that the other party was likely trying to escape upwards.

"There is no escape!"

The emergency exit doors on the top three floors had long been locked by Vermouth, so the only way to get to the rooftop was to go there.

The rooftop happened to be the way he chose to leave, so it could be said that the police walked into a trap themselves.

After going up two floors, Yuri's expression grew increasingly grim.

His own arrangements seemed to have become a joke; the stairwell doors on the 28th and 29th floors were locked, which was tantamount to feeding him a pile of shit.

When I arrived on the thirtieth floor and saw that the stairwell door was also locked, my mood sank to the bottom.

To accomplish all this, advance planning is definitely necessary.

But he knew nothing about it.

There's a reason why the distillery has been able to exist for so many years and why security agencies in various countries have been unable to do anything about it.

The rooftop was unusually cold, and Yuri's heart was cold too.

The night wind blew against my body and my face.

Pain.

"It seems we have no choice but to fight." He turned to look at Rumi Wakasa and the remaining four plainclothes police officers.

"Aren't you going to give up yet?"

Gin's cold voice echoed from the stairwell.

"There are six of them, and there are six of us too!"

An undercover officer looked at Yuri and said, "Boss Yuri, we are evenly matched in terms of numbers, so there's nothing to be afraid of them."

Yuri's lips twitched. He had heard about Gin's fighting prowess from his older sister and had experienced it firsthand. Even if four plainclothes officers could withstand the pressure from four members of the Distillery's outer circle and Vodka, he and Rumika Wakasa together might not be able to defeat Gin.

"What, are you scared?"

Rumi Wakasa leaned close to his ear and asked with a smile.

"I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of not being able to die in a way that maximizes the benefits." Yuri suddenly smiled with relief, all his worries turning into a determination to fight to the death.

Rumi Wakasa was taken aback and looked at Yuri again, realizing for the first time how charming this public security officer who had been watching her for a month was.

It's a pity that she's almost forty years old, unlike young people.

Wait, what am I thinking!

Rumi Wakasa banished this inexplicable thought from her mind.

Yuri accepted the admiring look from the other party with satisfaction.

It's not that he's not afraid of death, it's just that he's tough.

Having been a member of the police force for many years, I have encountered my share of dangers. No matter how serious the injury, as long as it is not fatal, I can recover quickly.

The most terrifying time was when he was shot seven times in the upper body, including three additional shots. The assailants never expected him to survive.

Before Yuri could have any more time to think, a gunshot suddenly shattered the silence.

Bullets whistled through the air, kicking up acrid smoke.

Using the central air conditioning unit as cover, Yuri and his men constantly changed positions and began to fight back;
On the other side, Gin and his group used the stairwell as natural cover, putting them in a position where they could attack or defend as needed.

There were still gaps in the outdoor unit of the air conditioner. Before long, one of the plainclothes police officers was shot in the hand. He groaned and covered his wound, but still gritted his teeth and fought back.

Old air conditioner outdoor units and wall plaster and gravel flew together, gunshots rang out, and hot shell casings fell like rain.

Both sides were bloodthirsty, fighting to the death for their respective goals in this small space, with life and death hanging in the balance.

"Don't back down!"

Yuri suddenly realized that, under enemy fire, one of his team members had moved beyond the left-hand cover, right at the edge of the fence.

The distillery has snipers lying in wait.

Once you leave the cover on the left, you will be within the sniper's firing range!
The plainclothes police officer was startled upon hearing this.

In the next instant, a line of fire pierced through his temple and flew out from the other side, bringing with it a large amount of red and white viscous substance.

Watching his teammates fall in the gunfire, Yuri felt as if his heart had been struck by a heavy hammer, and a sharp pain spread throughout his body.

"Gin-jiu!"

Yuri roared like a madman, and pistol bullets poured out as if they were free.

However, the wall was ultimately more durable than the air conditioner unit. The bullets could only leave dents in the wall, while Gin and his group behind the wall remained unharmed.

The trend is over!

The same thought arose in the minds of the other three plainclothes police officers.

There is firepower in front and to the left, and the space on the right is almost completely used up. It's like being surrounded. The only way to escape is to jump off the building.

You could jump off a building, but a 30-story building is nearly 100 meters high. According to the Pythagorean theorem, the death would be far more gruesome. It would be better to die a heroic death!

This is the spirit of the police—their fearlessness in the face of death!
With that in mind, their firepower intensified, and one of them even completely left his cover, exposing himself to Gin and the others, just to create a firing line and provide Yuri and the others with an opportunity to find an angle.

Gunfire continued, and plainclothes police officers fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

Blood gushed out, meandering along the cracks in the rooftop and staining the ground red.

"Mikami!"

Yuri gritted his teeth and took the opportunity to slip through the distillery's line of fire.

"There's no need for this."

Sakamura's expressionless face showed a slight change.

The police did indeed make her think more highly of them, but it hadn't really come to that.

She glanced at the fire axe in her hand and threw it forcefully.

The next moment, with a "whoosh," a red afterimage, accompanied by the sound of wind being cut, crashed into the stairwell.

One of the workers on the outskirts of the distillery was unable to dodge in time, and his outstretched hand was severed by a fire axe, leaving only a small piece of skin and flesh connecting it to his body, from which blood gushed out.

That's not even the worst of it.

Whether it was Wakasa Rumi's good luck or her precise aim, after the fire axe severed the arm, it also struck an outer member behind the arm's owner.

The axe back has no penetrating power, but it couldn't withstand the weight of the fire axe itself and the speed at which it was thrown. The unfortunate member of the outer perimeter groaned, flew backward, hit the railing, and fell down the stairs.

"Ah~"

The screams and the dull thud of the fall faded away.

At the same time, both sides ceased firing.

"Brother, I'm out of bullets."

Vodka reached into his pocket and found he had no more magazines.

There's no way around it; that's the downside of wearing a suit—you can only carry a limited number of magazines.

"Where are the others?" Gin asked.

(End of this chapter)