Detective Conan: I, with my magical powers, am going to destroy the world!

Her fingers seemed to be moving, conveying a message using a code: "Meet me at the back entrance of the shopping mall in two minutes."

Calvados hesitated for a moment, then without notifying Gin, slung his sniper rifle over his shoulder and ran toward the back of the shopping mall.

Shuichi Akai watched Camel and the others leave, then leaned against the wall in front of a small shop, the muzzle of his gun pointing upwards.

His deep green eyes remained fixed on the window from which the bullet had been fired, his brow furrowed.

"Was it a woman who just fired the shot? Was it Chianti?"

"I heard she was one of Gin's accomplices in the attack on the Ferris wheel. So, Gin is probably nearby too."

"If they all have sniper rifles and are aiming at me from all sides, that would be bad."

Shuichi Akai pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his pistol and fired two shots at the muzzle where Chianti was, waiting for Chianti's response.

Half a minute passed in the blink of an eye, and Shuichi Akai still hadn't received a response. A sudden tremor ran through him, and he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

563 “That’s strange. Why aren’t they continuing to snipe me? Are they planning to bypass me and just snatch Vermouth from Carmel and the other two?”

“But Carmel is no pushover either, and we still have Vermouth as a hostage. If we rush over to help once the fighting starts, we'll definitely get bogged down, and they might all be stuck here, unable to escape. Unless…”

Shuichi Akai suddenly realized a possibility, turned his head to look at Camel dragging Vermouth away in the distance, and his heart skipped a beat.

At the same time, Carmel dragged Vermouth to the front entrance of a shopping mall.

In an instant, all the lights in the shopping mall went out.

Countless screams erupted in the darkness, creating utter chaos.

Carmel was drawn to the sudden turn of events and turned to look.

In that instant, her grip loosened, and Vermouth broke free.

She slammed into the glass door next to her.

After a rustling sound, Vermouth's figure disappeared into the dark shopping mall.

Not long after, in the alley behind the shopping mall.

Vermouth rushed out the back door.

A car braked suddenly and stopped beside her. The driver was covered up so well that his face could not be seen.

Vermouth opened the passenger door and got in.

The car sped away, leaving the dangerous area.

Vermouth breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking that Chi Chufeng had only helped her turn off the lights in the shopping mall and opened a portal to the back door, she couldn't help but feel that this deal was a bit of a loss.

Vermouth paused slightly, looking at the direction the car was heading.

"Calvados, what are you doing...?"

Vermouth turned her head, her eyes suddenly narrowing.

The driver removed his disguise and smiled slightly at her.

"Vermouth, we meet again."

"Judy! It's you!"

Vermouth was taken aback.

Before she could make a move, a pistol was already pointed at her.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the dock.

Judy pointed a gun at Vermouth as she got out of the car.

Looking at the moon in the sky, which emitted an eerie light, Judy said coldly:

"It's as round as the moon in America twenty years ago, isn't it, Vermouth? Or should I call you Chris, or Sharon?"

Vermouth's eyes narrowed. "Who exactly are you?"

"Who am I?"

Judy raised her finger to her lips.

"Remember? Secrets make women more beautiful! That was the last thing you said to me!"

“You told me that my father was asleep and that I should stay with him, and then you burned my house down!”

As she spoke, Judy slowly narrowed her eyes, as if recalling those vague, painful memories that sometimes woke her from nightmares!

"call."

After catching her breath, Judy's eyes widened again.

"But perhaps the biggest mistake you made back then was not killing me."

"I thought my parents were asleep, and I wanted to do something for them, so I ran out to buy things!"

"Hehe." Vermouth tossed her long golden hair. "So you're that little girl, oh, cute little sister."

"Little sister? That's right. Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. In front of you, I really am just a little sister."

Judy adjusted her glasses.

Do you remember these glasses?

"Twenty years ago, in order to fake the scene and make it look like Dad committed suicide, you put the glasses that had fallen to the ground on him."

"Unfortunately, you unintentionally left your fingerprints on the lens. If it were you now, you certainly wouldn't make such a mistake."

"After I caught you, I compared your fingerprints. It's unbelievable, the fingerprints are exactly the same as yours!"

A strange light flashed in Judy's eyes.

"So, you were the one who killed my father twenty years ago! This conclusion surprises me because you are so young."

"So, who exactly are you, Chris? (The rest of the text appears to be a series of seemingly random characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or incomplete message.)"

Chapter 340 Judy's Only Trump Card

"You really are an FBI agent! Just because of one of my catchphrases, you know so much!"

Vermouth's lips curled slightly.

"No wonder Gin and his gang were able to get my escort route in advance. You probably provided it to them, with the aim of taking my life?"

Judy snorted coldly and said expressionlessly:

“I have heard that you made a deal with senior FBI officials that you would become a witness in exchange for being sent to the United States.”

“If you are rescued by the organization, you will still be a senior member. But if you actually get to the United States, you will be able to escape the organization’s control and become an FBI witness.”

"As expected of the Thousand-Faced Witch Vermouth, you even prepared an escape route. It's just a pity that you probably didn't expect to fall into my hands."

"Heh heh," Vermouth chuckled.

"I have more than one way out."

"Do you really think I would get in the car without verifying the driver's identity?"

"I knew it was you all along. I deliberately let you take me away."

"What could be easier to escape danger than having an FBI investigator lead the way?"

"As for now..."

A gust of wind blew by, and Vermouth's long golden hair fluttered in the wind, a confident smile spreading across her face.

"You think I came with you alone? Little sister, you've miscalculated."

She extended her fair right hand, making a gun shape with it, and aimed it at Judy.

"This reunion after twenty years has come to an end. It's time to say goodbye! Come on, smile at me and thank me so I can send you to see your father in heaven!"

At the same time, high on the rooftop, Calvados aimed his sniper rifle at Judy.

Seeing Vermouth's posture, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he pulled the trigger.

Bang.

The bullet spun out of the muzzle, passed through a suddenly appearing dark door, and then flew out from another door in the opposite direction, burrowing between Calvados's eyebrows.

Before Calvados's smile had even faded, a burst of blood mist exploded behind his head.

The light in his eyes vanished instantly, his body went limp, and he slid down the sloping roof.

Upon seeing the fallen corpse, Vermouth's face turned pale instantly.

She screamed in alarm, "Karl?"

"I see."

As soon as Vermouth finished speaking, a door opened in front of her.

A tall figure walked out.

"That guy's name is Karl! A sniper rifle, a shotgun, and three pistols—I thought he was an arms dealer!"

Different guns floated around him, drawn by thin spider silk, all aimed at Vermouth.