Detective Conan: The Literary Genius is Actually a Great Scientist

It must be said that all the fear stems from insufficient firepower.

When your firepower is sufficient.

Even someone like Akemi Miyano, who usually handles calls, drives, and occasionally acts as a bank robber, dares to dominate Gin.

Gin hadn't anticipated this unexpected turn of events.

Otherwise, for this ruthless individual who dared to fly an armed helicopter over Tokyo and straf the Tokyo Tower like a Christmas tree, it wouldn't just be that he carried his usual pistol and a few magazines.

To be considered worthy of one's status, one must at least have an M249 gun crammed into the trunk of a classic car.

At this moment, Gin, hiding behind cover, remained calm despite his burning anger.

He quickly analyzed the situation: although Vodka was injured, he would not lose his ability to move in the short term; although the enemy's firepower was fierce, its accuracy was obviously very poor.

As time passed and the explosions gradually subsided, Gin gave a cold smile.

This farce should end.

Gin suddenly poked his head out from the edge of the bunker.

Before I could even aim, I saw...

A package made up of several flashlights, bound together with transparent tape, was flying toward them, sparking as it flew.

That thing...that design...

Who in their right mind would use explosives in this kind of situation?

"run!"

Gin didn't care about manners or his underlings anymore; he turned around and ran wildly toward the broken exit in another direction of the warehouse.

"Boom!"

A tremendous roar exploded behind us.

"Waaaaah—waaaaah—"

As the explosion subsided, a police siren sounded in the distance.

Not far from the warehouse.

Gin's eyes hardened as he looked at the warehouse engulfed in flames.

Her long, golden hair, which cost more to maintain than a month's worth of food in vodka, was also singed at the ends.

"Big brother!"

Vodka clutched his injured arm, his face changing drastically: "Big brother! It's the police! Lots of police!"

Gin's eyes flashed with rage, and he made a decisive order: "Retreat!"

Although they are arrogant, they will never confront the police head-on when a large force arrives, as that would be tantamount to courting death.

Gin made a mental note of this.

……

Inside the warehouse.

After throwing out the bundle of homemade fireworks, which was full of sincerity, Lin Ran pulled Miyano Akemi to the other side of the truck to avoid the main impact.

Hearing the sirens and the sound of cars starting outside, Lin Ran knew that Gin and Vodka had already slipped away.

This is one of the plans.

I'm just an ordinary high school student. I'd better leave the difficult and hate-inducing task of taking down a core member of the Black Organization to the police and detectives.

Keeping one's achievements and fame hidden is the key to longevity.

"Alright, that annoying guy's gone."

Lin Ran's voice came through the mask, "Well then, beautiful lady, can we go get your car now? If we don't leave soon, we'll be having tea with the police."

"Huh? Oh, okay."

Akemi Miyano nodded subconsciously.

I was having so much fun fighting that I almost forgot I'm still a bank robber wanted by the police.

The two quickly approached the red car.

Miyano Akemi frantically tried to open the driver's side door, while Lin Ran, before going around to the passenger side, casually pinched the rear bumper and picked up an inconspicuous, flattened chewing gum-like object, flicking it into the roadside bushes.

After doing all this, he opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.

Akemi Miyano got into the driver's seat, fastened her seatbelt, and gripped the steering wheel, but hesitated to start the car.

She turned her head and stared blankly at the masked man with the Ultraman Tiga sitting next to her.

Lin Ran waited a few seconds, but didn't feel the car start. She tilted her head and looked at her: "Drive! What are you waiting for? The police are almost here. If we don't leave soon, we'll really be performing a prequel to 'Prison on Fire'."

Akemi Miyano blinked, and asked instinctively, "You...aren't you going to turn it on?"

Lin Ran shrugged and replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "I don't have a driver's license. Driving without a license is illegal. I'm a law-abiding citizen."

Akemi Miyano: "???"

A tiny head, a big question mark.

Breaking the law?

A law-abiding citizen?

How could you, a "terrorist," possibly utter these words?

Do you have some misunderstanding about the word "law-abiding"?

Lin Ran shrugged, her tone innocent: "Don't look at me like that. I'm really a law-abiding citizen. Violence is just an occasional, unavoidable means. I still have principles and bottom lines."

Akemi Miyano's lips twitched, speechless.

She suppressed her sense of absurdity, turned the key, started the car, and quickly drove away from this place of trouble.

……

Less than two minutes after the red car left, a small figure on a skateboard arrived at the scene ahead of a large number of police officers.

Children's suit, red tie, black glasses.

It is none other than our Grim Reaper Elementary School Student—Edogawa Conan.

However, the scene before him left even the famous detective completely baffled.

The scene that was expected to be that Hirota Masami was silenced did not occur. Instead, there was a scene of black smoke and flames everywhere.

"This...this is a case of double-crossing?"

Conan looked surprised.

Miss Yami... is she really that fierce?

He suddenly remembered the transmitter he had stuck to the other car, and immediately looked down to check the tracking signal on his glasses. The signal showed that the transmitter had stopped moving and was nearby.

Conan's heart tightened, and he quickly ran towards the source of the signal. Soon, he found the flattened transmitter in the roadside bushes outside the warehouse.

"We've been discovered..."

Conan lowered his head and pushed up his glasses.

It seems I underestimated Miss Yami.

No, perhaps the whole incident should be reassessed.

How could a woman who dares to plan a robbery of 1 billion yen be simple?

Even her two accomplices who were silenced now seem very likely to have been part of a scheme she orchestrated herself, with the aim of keeping all the stolen money for herself, and she even fooled herself, a famous detective.

Today's explosion was a counterattack orchestrated by her and her accomplices to escape the organization's attempt to silence them.

In an instant, Conan conjured up a Hollywood-style drama in his mind, a drama that combined conspiracy, betrayal, double-crossing, and arms dealing.

That's just how detectives are.

When they can't find a reasonable explanation, they automatically switch to "brainstorming" mode.

After eliminating all impossibilities, whatever remains, however incredible, can only be the truth—or at least the truth as they perceive it.

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(La la la~ The little author is back~)

I originally planned to write other types of works, but seeing that many authors hope that I will continue to write Detective Conan fanfiction, I will follow public opinion and start another Detective Conan book to make up for the regret of the previous book, Yuzuru Hanyu.

Newbie reporting in~ Seeking support and encouragement~)