Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 972 Sniper
“I’m not a child.” Conan took two steps forward, put his hands in his pockets, raised his head and looked directly into the other person’s eyes.

"My name is Shinichi Kudo, and I'm a high school detective. Because of a certain case, I ended up like this and am now living with Kogoro Mouri."

"You should have heard of the name Sleeping Kogoro Mouri. Actually, I was helping him in secret."

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one second.

Five seconds.

Thirty seconds.
Conan felt a slight urge to touch the back of his neck.

I looked up too hard just now, and it's a bit uncomfortable to keep my head up looking at people for 30 seconds.

"Are you kidding me?"

“Mr. Kosuke Mizutani, I’m not joking. The reason the police were able to keep up with us and even target Tokyo Tower was because I gave them a heads-up.”

All of this was thanks to Natsukawa, but Conan felt that he had also contributed a lot.

The key is to convince the other party as quickly as possible, so that he has a basis for judging the other party.

"No, it's impossible."

Anyone who has lived in Tokyo for a while will know the name Shinichi Kudo.

Although he hasn't appeared recently, his name still carries the weight of his reputation.

This name is widely known.

“I was able to climb this far by myself, you should believe me.”

"Furthermore, I have something very important to ask you. Among the people you killed, one of them was connected to the mysterious force that caused me to shrink."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kosuke Mizutani's expression changed.

He first thought about it, then seemed to have figured out his thoughts, revealing a look of understanding.

"Shinichi Kudo, you came here for that thing too, right?"

"You knew all along! Give it to me now!"

With his heart pounding, Conan finally felt he had a chance to beat Natsukawa Ichijo.

That information must be very important. Whether it's used to exchange intelligence with Xia Chuan or for our own investigation, it's fine.

"it's here."

Kosuke Mizutani took out a black card from his white shirt pocket, on one side of which were a series of golden fingers.

"SD card!"

Conan strode over and reached out to snatch it.

want to?

impossible.

Kosuke Mizutani raised his hand high, so high that Conan couldn't even touch it.

He jumped up and down anxiously, but could only touch Mizutani Kosuke's clothes.

"Give it to me quickly, this is useless to you, but it is very important to me."

Kosuke Mizutani stared at him expressionlessly, as if he were a monkey being played with, then suddenly broke into a smile: "Do you still think you're right now?"

Conan: "???"

"Don't impose your own thoughts on others. Even if you think something is right, it's still just your own opinion."

Conan felt a bit aggrieved; this was no longer just a matter of personal opinion.

The other party's actions involve public order, conscience, and the law!
Kosuke Mizutani was about to make a joke when he suddenly heard a sound.

"Ok?"

Conan also turned around out of curiosity.

He felt the wind suddenly pick up, and his clothes were blown completely against his back.

What followed was a lot of noise.

"A helicopter?"

Conan immediately smiled; it must be reinforcements from the Metropolitan Police Department arriving.

Very good!
Conan's smile had barely appeared when the plane door opened. Instead of the familiar police officers he expected, a gun barrel emerged.

In an instant, the two people, one big and one small, turned pale.

"Is this a police officer?"

Kosuke Mizutani initially thought it might be the police, but the gun barrel told him that things were not as simple as he had imagined.

He quickly grabbed Conan by the back of his collar and ran towards the stairs.

Sparks flew from the sniper rifle less than ten meters away in the air.

"Clang—"

The bullet grazed the edge of his body, struck the metal floor, and left a dent. "Kusuda Rikudo, are you even capable?"

Ireland frowned and snatched the sniper rifle away.

"What do you think?"

Kusuda Rikudo rolled his eyes impatiently. "At an altitude of nearly 300 meters, the wind is too strong, the fuselage is shaking, and it's difficult to aim with a sniper rifle."

"Moreover, it's a moving target."

They would believe that in Ireland.

Then he fired two shots as well.

Okay, he believed it.

Ireland's lips twitched. He glanced at the sniper rifle in his hand and threw it to the ground beside him.

Grab the edge of the steel cable and fasten it to the buckle around your waist.

"Go down and fight!"

Suddenly, a figure jumped out of the helicopter.

The wire rope has a safety mechanism; if the downward speed is too fast, the delay device will be activated.

Ireland landed easily on the highest platform.

Then, Kusuda Rikudo followed suit.

"Remember, you must get the SD card back, or you'll be prepared to go down with Tokyo Tower."

A cold voice came through the earpiece.

Gin was on another plane, about 100 meters away from Tokyo Tower.

He was also holding a sniper rifle, using the scope to observe the situation at Tokyo Tower.

Meanwhile, the helicopter was adjusting its altitude and angle, with the Gatling gun mounted under the fuselage ready to fire.

"What? You're saying there's a helicopter at the top of the tower?"

Inspector Megure, phone in one hand, hurried to the door.

Look to the sky.

Sure enough, the silhouette of a helicopter could be faintly seen at the top of Tokyo Tower.

"Where's our helicopter? It should have arrived by now, right?"

Inspector Megure roared into his phone.

He had already notified the Metropolitan Police Department, and the helicopter should have arrived in ten minutes or so, but now half an hour had passed and the helicopter with the cherry blossom logo was nowhere to be seen.

But what's the deal with that group? How come they even have a helicopter?

"Report, our helicopter seems to be in trouble."

The operator explained the situation.

It turns out that someone had accidentally cut the helicopter's starting device beforehand, and maintenance personnel are currently dealing with it.

After a brief test following the repairs, it took about an hour to reach Tokyo Tower.

Misfortune never comes singly.

Before Inspector Megure could even speak, a deafening explosion sent him flying.

The explosion was less than 20 meters away from him, and the huge blast wave pushed him into the roadside green belt.

"Officer Megure!"

Officers Yokomizo Shigeo and Sato noticed the commotion outside and went out to investigate.

"Why are there still explosives? Wasn't the area already searched clean?"

Inspector Megure's eyes were filled with confusion; blood dripped from his forehead, staining his left eye red, before brightening again: "Hurry, check again. Be careful, I suspect there's an undercover agent."

After leaving behind those words, Inspector Megure fell into a coma.

The ambulance was already waiting nearby and took Inspector Megure away immediately.

Although affected, he was not in life-threatening danger due to his fat content.

"Who just inspected the fourth zone on the left?"

Miwako Sato asked softly.

Inspector Yokomizo paused for a moment, then said, "Inspector Sato."

Sato Miwako looked at him seriously, "Inspector Megure is right, there is definitely a spy among us."

Given the force of the explosion, the amount of explosives must have been considerable, and it's impossible that it went undetected during the inspection.

Someone deliberately left the explosives behind, or even deliberately detonated them.

(End of this chapter)