Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 809 I'm going to kill that Shuichi Akai guy!
The car hadn't gone far when Vermouth, impatient to kill "Ai Haibara," pointed her pistol at the brown hair, her finger already on the trigger, ready to fire in the next second.

Shinichi Akira quickly reached out and pressed down, angrily questioning, "What are you doing? This is the person Gin-sensei wants. You'll be in big trouble if you kill her!"

Vermouth remained silent, staring coldly at him.

At this moment, Vermouth made no attempt to conceal her murderous intent.

His hatred for Sherry had reached a terrifying level, and he was not intimidated by the gin in Tequila's mouth.

Shinichiro, being less shrewd than Natsukawa, was somewhat taken aback by Vermouth's gaze.

Out of fear, he let go.

Vermouth silently withdrew her cold gaze, intending to seize this opportunity to kill Sherry and vent her hatred.

She hurriedly brushed her hair aside, wanting to see that panicked face, and finally satisfying her own wicked sense of humor.

However, when the brown hair was parted, her fair face and stiff expression stunned her.

Ai Haibara's body was still trembling rhythmically, but to Vermouth at this moment, this scene was utterly absurd.

Those icy blue pupils seemed unfocused, and for several seconds when their eyes met, neither of them blinked.

The curve of his lips seemed to be a mockery.

Vermouth couldn't resist reaching out and pinching that fair cheek, feeling the silicone-like texture.

It feels cool and refreshing.

This isn't Sherry at all; it's a humanoid doll with a motor installed!

She sat frozen in place, her mind blank. All her pride and arrogance collapsed in an instant, replaced by anger, frustration, and disappointment. She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, with only the stinging pain of being fooled spreading through her heart.

"Xia Chuan!!!"

"Akai Shuichi!!!"

The woman's frantic growls vibrated in our ears, and both Ireland and Tequila focused their attention on "Ai Haibara" in Vermouth's arms.

While driving in Ireland, details are obscured, but with Tequila, the situation of "Ai Haibara" can be clearly seen.

"Inflatable doll?"

He murmured to himself, his gaze shifting between the doll and Vermouth, a surge of ecstasy spreading through him.

Great, now I don't have to reveal my identity as Tequila.

Then, he was speechless.

Why didn't you tell him about this sooner?

I was even pulling out my gun, ready to fight to the death.

Without showing his joy, Shinichi shouted at Ireland, who was driving distractedly ahead, to remind him to focus on driving.

Vermouth sat there like a wooden statue, oblivious to the frequent gunshots behind her. Even when a bullet pierced the windshield and passed by her ear, she didn't notice.

No one could understand how angry she was inside.

This is Sherry!

Not only were they tricked, but now they're being chased and beaten by Shuichi Akai.

"Stop the car! I'm going to kill that Shuichi Akai guy!"

At this point, the pursuit felt more like a mockery of himself.

Ireland glanced at the rearview mirror, remained silent, and floored the accelerator.

Shinichiro didn't choose to kick someone when they were down; instead, he occasionally fired a few shots into the back window to subtly remind everyone of his presence.

But they were all united and did not heed Vermouth's unwise orders.

The two cars sped out of Tokyo, causing traffic congestion and damaging several green areas, but they did not injure any innocent people.

Traffic police discovered the situation and gave chase, but couldn't smell any exhaust fumes, eventually losing sight of the target on a country road.

Vermouth remained depressed for nearly half an hour before she finally emerged from that unreasonable emotional state.

She carefully gathered her loose hair and tied it into a high ponytail at the back, her clear eyes making her seem like a completely different person.

“Where’s Gin?” Vermouth asked. “My brother isn’t in Tokyo right now.”

"In that case, I am now the highest commander within the Tokyo area. Call and transfer all the peripheral personnel around Tokyo to me."

"What are you going to do?" Shinichi raised an eyebrow, a bad feeling creeping over him.

“Kill Shuichi Akai,” Vermouth replied calmly.

Good heavens, this isn't calming down, it's gotten even crazier.

Neither of the two men in the car responded.

This behavior is unwise and tantamount to courting death.

Gathering the outer members will take a lot of time, and the car's fuel might not even be enough to last until then, not to mention that Shuichi Akai might not be able to catch up with them.

Without the experienced driver Vodka, Ireland's driving skills were lacking, and he almost got overtaken several times.

Moreover, given the magnitude of the incident, the Metropolitan Police Department and the Public Security Bureau have likely already been mobilized. Now, they can only wait until they reach the designated rendezvous point, where the outer perimeter members will take the hits, before they can leave safely.

Counterattack? Go wash up and go to sleep.

rear.

Judith Sterling looked nervous.

She had already received several phone calls along the way.

All of them were international calls.

Clearly, Xia Chuan had informed the IRS commissioner of their actions, and that commissioner had taken the matter to the FBI.

The FBI director, who had just finalized the terms with the Japanese IRS, was furious.

He was not notified of today's operation; it was all Shuichi Akai's own idea.

With such a high-profile operation in downtown Tokyo, and the gunfight that occurred, heaven knows how much it will cost to appease the Japanese.

The cooperation with the National Tax Service may not be a problem, but the key issue is that such a big matter is impossible for the National Tax Service to cover up, and it is destined to be reported to the Public Security Bureau and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Diplomacy is the most troublesome thing.

These phone calls were all meant to make Shuichi Akai go back and apologize immediately, and to clarify that this was not his initiative, but rather Natsukawa's request.

Unfortunately, Xia Chuan's request was for help, not to defect at the last minute.

Shuichi Akai has no valid reason to stand up to it.

There was no way to shift the blame to Xia Chuan.

Therefore, he must capture Vermouth!

This is his only way out; otherwise, he will definitely become a wanted criminal in Japan, and even the FBI director can't help him with that.

The pitch-black road did not cause Shuichi Akai to slow down; on the contrary, he sped up even more because of several phone calls.

Judy's face turned pale as she glanced at the speedometer.

280.

It's fine during the day, but driving this fast at night is like you're rushing to meet your maker!

Of course, she didn't dare to speak, knowing the importance of this moment. She could only grip the handlebars tightly and occasionally peek out to fire a few shots at the car in front of her.

After chasing each other for half an hour, Judy finally couldn't take it anymore.

By this time, they had entered the territory of Yamanashi, where the surrounding dense forest terrain became increasingly complex and the roads increasingly narrow.

“Shuichi, they are driving very fast. It’s obvious that they planned their escape route in advance. We only received Natsukawa’s request at the last minute and were not prepared. If we continue to pursue them, we may fall into Vermouth’s trap.”

She hates Vermouth, but that doesn't mean she wants to die.

A hint of helplessness flashed across Shuichi Akai's expressionless face as he slammed his hand hard on the steering wheel.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)