Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 923 Look at my hair color

Xia Chuan had no time to retaliate and could not determine the opponent's exact location, so he could only drag his injured body back to the corner of the room.

This corner should be considered the safest spot; Binga outside can't see him, and Arak above shouldn't be able to draw his weapon.

"Why did you stop?"

Binga, who was on the second floor, watched as Arak changed his bullets but did not fire. He went up to him and asked in confusion.

"It looks like someone's come in from outside."

Arak looked out the window warily: "I think I just saw a figure flash by, but it was a bit short, less than a meter tall."

"You can't be mistaken, can you? That can't be Xia Chuan's daughter, can it?"

"How could that be?" Alak rolled his eyes, glanced around again, and confirmed that there was no more movement outside. He could only assume that he was being too sensitive.

However, as soon as he turned around, an alarm bell suddenly rang in his heart, as if something unfavorable was about to happen to him.

As an assassin, he trusted his intuition more than his eyes and crouched down without hesitation.

"call out--"

"Clang!"

A black and white blur streaked across his head, flew into the room, and then struck Binga in the face.

Binga was planning to go back and check Xia Chuan's location again when he turned ninety degrees and was hit on the side of his face.

His head slammed hard against the door frame, making a loud noise.

The black and white afterimage slowly stopped spinning, and finally it became clear that it was a basketball.

Binga's perseverance was astonishing, or perhaps it was an inherent trait of Black people—a natural high resistance to blows. He merely rolled his eyes and was momentarily dazed.

"Yes!"

Conan then clenched his fist in delight.

I didn't see the footage, but I'm sure I hit someone; I helped Natsukawa take one down.

Now Natsukawa should know, right?

The consequence of leaving home without your own protection is being besieged by others.

Only I can turn the tide.

As Conan was thinking this, he heard a "crackling" sound echoing in his ears.

He looked down and saw a bright green object on the ground.

The thing rolled into a puddle after it landed.

But in that instant of eye contact, he still managed to recognize what it was.

"I should have thought of that!"

He lunged at the nearby cover with all his might.

"Rumble--"

The explosion directly caused the walls of the nearby residential building to collapse.

"They actually dared to kick me with a soccer ball. I guess some kid is crazy enough to come to a place like this. Ignore them."

Binga looked away and rubbed his flushed cheeks.

Arak's lips twitched. This is what you call not having to worry about it?

One hand grenade can turn an adult into pieces.

Arak became wary of his companion again, seeing him as vindictive and ruthless.

Binga was about to go out and check the situation on the stairs when he was kicked in as soon as he reached the door.

Xia Chuan appeared at the door, glanced at the deflated soccer ball on the ground, and could only hope that Conan was alright.

However, this incident did attract my attention, which gave me the opportunity to go up to the second floor.

"Xia Chuan, it's been a long time. I never expected that when we meet again, we'll be enemies."

Arak narrowed his eyes, listening quietly to the sounds, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was no one else's voice except for Xia Chuan.

If it's just one person, then they can still put up a fight.

Don't think he didn't notice; when Xia Chuan just walked to the door, there was a clear difference between his left and right feet, which must have been because he had shot himself in the leg.

Xia Chuan met his gaze and saw a hint of relaxation in his eyes, which immediately made him feel uneasy.

This assassin has a keen eye for observation.

He had tried very hard to avoid the injury on his foot from being noticed, but it was still discovered.

"Why does our exceptionally capable dad walk with a limp?"

Binga grimaced, clutching his chest, but still managed to sneer.

"Oh, you still have time to talk? Looks like you didn't hit it hard enough."

Binga cautiously took two steps back, fearing that Xia Chuan might launch a sneak attack.

"As far as I know, Sindora should be in your hands, right? After obtaining the information, why didn't you meet up with Rum, but instead kidnapped Professor Agasa?"

Xia Chuan said in a low voice, "Don't you know? I am an investor in Professor Agasa. If anything happens to him, my investment will be completely wasted."

"so."

"You've probably thought about the consequences of kidnapping Professor Agasa, haven't you?"

Despite having an injured foot, Xia Chuan's words were still full of pressure.

Binga and Arak exchanged a glance and then looked around warily.

Xia Chuan speaks so arrogantly, could that Miss Joel be nearby? Waiting for the right moment to pounce and deliver a fatal blow.

"They...don't think Joel is nearby, do they?"

Xia Chuan made a guess based on the situation of the two.

Although he knew that Joel would not appear, he did not explain why.

Only a fool would explain; it's good to distract them.

How do you know we didn't meet up with Rum?

Arak frowned. "Could it be that they've already reunited and are now here simply to set a trap to lure you in?"

"Hmm?" Xia Chuan raised an eyebrow. "It seems you and Rum have had a conflict?"

Xia Chuan also had some knowledge of psychology. When Rum's name was mentioned, Alark clenched his fist, which seemed to be a sign of anger.

But a glint of greed flashed in Binga's eyes.

What exactly is greed?
Xia Chuan said he couldn't understand.

Even if he were incredibly smart, he couldn't possibly have imagined that Binga wanted to betray Rum.

"Yes."

Binga seemed to have thought of something, and adrenaline surged from nowhere, rushing straight to his brain and heart.

“Our identities as undercover agents on the Red Team have been discovered. Rum plans to eliminate us completely. This infiltration of the Public Security Bureau to steal information was actually Rum’s plan. He wanted to use someone else to do his dirty work, but I discovered it.”

Xia Chuan: "."

Arak: "."

Xia Chuan's lips twitched.

He was confused, not stupid.

Who gave Binga the audacity to say such shameless things?

"You're saying you're a spy for the Red Team?"

Having learned from Arak's example, Binga seemed to have awakened some kind of long-nosed gene, and his expression became solemn and resolute.

"Actually, I'm an undercover CIA agent."

“He’s an MI6 mole,” Binga said, pointing at Arak.

Binga gave him a wink.

Arak saw it, and although he didn't know why, he nodded in acknowledgment.

"Do you really think I'm an idiot?"

Xia Chuan's lips twitched. He had a feeling that the other party was stalling for time and suspected that Rum might be arriving soon. He raised his hand and began to fire.

Are you fucking crazy?

Binga and Arak both retaliated, during which Arak's speechless rebuke could be heard.

The tone of his voice clearly indicated that he had been holding back for a long time.

"It's all in the past, let's not talk about it anymore. Did you notice how small this house is, with narrow passageways? Let's take advantage of his limited mobility and subdue him with the two of us!"

Binga glanced at his watch, then frowned and anxiously urged Arak, who was still considering.

Arak didn't notice the other party's subtle movements, but killing Xia Chuan was something he was interested in.

At this point, Xia Chuan had been forced out.

Although neither Alak nor Binga had much cover, they were positioned at different angles, and he only had a pistol, putting him at a clear disadvantage in terms of firing line.

The two men leaned against the wall and came to the doorway, then fired in Xia Chuan's direction.

"Click, click, click," Binga glanced at the pistol.

It turned out that he had fired quite a few shots earlier because of his deep hatred for Xia Chuan, and he had run out of bullets.

He looked at Arak, who had just taken several of his magazines.

Arak shrugged innocently.

He held two grenades in his hands. "These are all we have left. We've run out of bullets."

What are grenades used for?

Bury yourself?

Both were inside the house, which was so dilapidated that it could collapse at any moment, and they would both die.

but
They've run out of bullets, but Xia Chuan hasn't.

After not firing upon noticing the two men peeking out, Xia Chuan clearly realized something.

Because he was traveling light and didn't carry many magazines, he calculated that he had six bullets left in his pistol.

But in situations like this, having a gun is a deterrent. What does it matter if there are six bullets? The other side doesn't even know.

It's a pity that if I had notified Joel, I wouldn't have needed to count bullets at all. Even if I were injured in the calf, Joel could have taken care of the enemy by himself!
As he was thinking this, he suddenly heard a "clang" sound.

If I'm not mistaken, that crisp sound was the pin disengaging from the grenade and the grip springing open.
Why else?

As soon as the thought crossed Xia Chuan's mind, he saw the grenade roll to the corner where he was.

"Oh shit!"

Xia Chuan got up to dodge, but as soon as he exerted force, he felt pain in his foot.

"hiss--"

The bullet may have hit a bone, and the movement just now seems to have affected a nerve.

One leg suddenly lost sensation, as if it had never existed.

But Xia Chuan couldn't care less about any of that at that moment. He used his upper body strength to roll on the ground, trying to use the momentum of the roll to get away from the grenade.

At the very least, you should hide behind the room next door.

He succeeded, but the effect was not good, and he was still uneasy.

The blast radius of a regular grenade is about 5-15 meters, but the grenade used by the opponent should be an offensive grenade, which is different from a regular grenade. It has a greater blast radius of about 5-10 meters.

He had to jump out of the window within three seconds.

Otherwise, even with a wall as a shield, it would still be far from enough.

There are less than two seconds left, right?

Oh. I wasted another second thinking.

Xia Chuan's face turned ugly. If he died like this, he would be so angry that he would die.

It's amazing that such a minor gunshot wound would cause problems at a time like this.

A series of images began to flash before Xia Chuan's eyes: Ai Haibara, Bond, Anya, and Yoel.

They appeared one by one in front of him.

Joel even appeared dressed as the Thorn Princess.

why?
Although I really like that uniform, Joel looks great in a knitted dress too.

Just as I was thinking this, the explosion rang in my ears.

Xia Chuan slowly closed his eyes.

"Ok?"

"Are you OK?"

After an unknown amount of time, Xia Chuan felt someone shaking him and opened his eyes in confusion.

He died but still saw Joel?

Has he been resurrected? Is this a double benefit for transmigrators?

As he was thinking this, Princess Thorn had already placed him beside her.

Only when he felt the cold ground did he realize that he wasn't dead at all, but had been rescued by Joel.

"How did you come?"

Joel didn't answer, but instead pressed down on Xia Chuan's wound.

Although the bleeding had stopped, the wound reopened due to the strenuous exercise, and the blood had stained the trouser leg red.

"Did they do it?"

Joel, no, to be precise, this is the Thorn Princess.

Because her voice was cold and aloof, as if she disregarded everything.

Only when she sees Xia Chuan does she show even a slight emotional fluctuation.

"No need to say anything, I understand."

While Xia Chuan was still in a daze, Princess Thorn had already left, leaving behind a wisp of fragrance that dissipated in the rain.

Then he heard Binga's exclamation from the second floor.

He couldn't hear exactly what the sound was, but it must have been the sound of something heavy hitting the wall.

Based on speculation, it should be Binga himself.

"I'll fight you!"

Upon seeing Princess Thorn, Arak was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was unlikely to survive the day; death might be his only fate.

But it doesn't matter!

He pulled the pin, held up the last grenade, and charged towards the Thorn Princess.

Swah——

Princess Thorn moved with lightning speed, arriving directly in front of her and swatting away the grenade.

The grenade smashed through the window, flew out, and exploded in mid-air.

The black thigh-high heel kicked Alak in the stomach with lightning speed.

With a bang, he also crashed into the wall.

"Princess Thorns, what do you mean?"

Xia Chuan, dragging his half-limping body, had just reached the door when he heard Binga's voice and stopped.

"What do you mean?" Princess Thorn asked coldly.

"Your target shouldn't be me. Can you see my hair?"

"I saw it."

"Did you see his hair?" Binga pointed to Arak next to him.

Arak was speechless. He tried to stand up again, only to find that the kick had left him unable to take care of his lower body.

“I see her, blonde.”

"So, now you know what your purpose is, right?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the window again: "There's another blonde down there, that's also your target, I'll pay triple the commission."

"What target?" Princess Thorn tilted her head.

Binga was stunned for a moment, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, and asked, "Didn't the gardener tell you?"

"Have"

"What is your goal?" Binga asked, grinning.

This is actually why he exclaimed in surprise when he saw the Thorn Princess.

Even though I was the employer, the other party kicked me as soon as they came in.

If they said they didn't pay a commission, then being beaten up is one thing.

The key point is that he has already paid.

And because it's an urgent order, it's double the price!
That's right, he actually came with the intention of killing Arak.

But he doesn't intend to do it himself.

So I tried contacting the gardener.

Unexpectedly, the gardener, who hadn't taken on any tasks for a long time, actually got in touch and accepted the task.

That's why he swaggered here.

He deliberately delayed the process earlier.

Because Natsukawa also has blond hair.

As it turns out, Xia Chuan is nowhere to be found, and Princess Thorn has arrived late.

And they even attacked their own employer first.

It's okay if you don't know you're the employer.

Can't you even tell hair color?
(End of this chapter)