I'm in Detective Conan, and the system has appointed Batman.

Has something happened to Ireland?

Why isn't the walkie-talkie working anymore? Or was the fighting so intense that stray bullets damaged it? It seems that after sending Calvados back to the temporary headquarters, we'll have to go pick up Ireland.

Death God's face was ashen as he stepped on the gas.

The entire vehicle instantly moved rapidly towards the target area.

The signal jammers that had been installed along the road also came into play at this moment. The police helicopter that had been tracking Calvados, preparing to pinpoint their location and make a pursuit, instantly lost its bearings.

When the police helicopter arrived at the location where the signal had disappeared, it could only hover in the air.

As for the few public cameras along the way, they had already been hacked by the corresponding electronic technicians arranged by Death God, which was enough to ensure that there would be no obstacles along the way.

However, just as the vehicle passed a secluded intersection...

With a whooshing sound, a black and white unidentified flying object tore through the air and, like a cannonball, slammed into the side of the car.

The powerful impact nearly caused the car to overturn at its initial high speed.

Even though Death God's driving skills were outstanding and he managed to stabilize the vehicle, the front of the car suddenly veered off course and crashed into the wall beside it, rendering the vehicle inoperable and unable to move again.

The sudden attack and the unidentified flying object immediately made Death God frown.

He didn't understand who had attacked him.

Could it be Batman?

Strange... Although he hadn't clearly seen what the black and white unidentified flying object that had just flown over was, as far as he knew, Batman's batarangs seemed to be pure black.

How can it be white?

Calvados, sitting in the back seat, immediately realized who had attacked him and spoke up.

"Hey, looks like Batman's henchmen are here."

He said in a low voice.

"The reason I was arrested was because I was dealing with that person. He kept bothering me until Batman arrived at the scene, and I had to fight Batman one-on-one before I was arrested... He was a kid, or at least he was the size of a kid."

"Back in North America, we usually call this kind of person..."

"Robin."

Chapter 1297 Batman and Robin, who seem not to be human

It's absurd enough that there's a superhero in the world who looks like he stepped out of a comic book, Batman.

Even more absurdly, this superhero Batman seems to have hired a child under the age of 12 as his Robin, even younger than the Robin hired by Batman in the comics.

Is the real-world Batman so obsessed with faithfully recreating the comic book characters? Even down to hiring child laborers?

Death God was greatly surprised by Calvados's words.

Although in his previous investigations he had also discovered that Batman seemed to have an assistant.

However, it has never been determined who the assistant was or what he looked like.

Now that Calvados has revealed that Batman does indeed have an assistant, and that he is a primary school student around 12 years old and wearing blue, Death God is certain that his previous speculation was not just a guess.

However, if it was elementary school students, then the attack just now...

What on earth did that elementary school student throw that could have such kinetic energy, almost causing the entire speeding car to overturn? Was it a civilian artillery shell?

Death God didn't say much, but simply took out a spare pistol from his pocket and tossed it to the back of the car.

He placed one hand on the car door handle and pushed it outwards with a sudden force, and the obviously dented and deformed car door was pushed open directly from the inside... "push open from the inside" might not be the most accurate description.

With a gentle wave of Death God, the entire car door detached and crashed to the ground with a sound.

It was clearly severely damaged in the impact of the unidentified flying object.

Death God glanced down at the broken car door on the ground, his brows furrowing again. He had gained a deeper understanding of the destructive power of the unidentified flying object he had just encountered. Without turning his head, he spoke.

"Calvados, you can borrow this pistol."

"If I can't take care of you, then find a chance to escape on your own... if you can."

Calvados didn't say anything more after hearing this.

His relationship with the God of Death was not exactly good.

The only way to describe it is that we are completely unfamiliar with each other.

After realizing he had saved the wrong person, Death God continued to run with him until they were intercepted by Batman's henchmen. Only then did he decide to let him escape when he was no match for Batman's henchmen.

That's already more than enough.

Calvados answered directly.

"I know."

There's something I need to tell you.

"The blue Robin who looks about eleven or twelve years old under Batman's command is suspected to be using a soccer ball as a weapon... If I'm not mistaken, the thing that just smashed the car like this was also a soccer ball he kicked."

"In addition, he also uses anesthetic needles, which are very potent."

"Even if you shoot yourself in the hand immediately, the pain will only keep you awake for a short time while you are under the influence of anesthesia. You will eventually fall into a coma."

What did you just say?

Death God, who had just been rolling up his sleeves, ready to make a big splash, suddenly turned around upon hearing this.

The face, wrapped in bandages, revealed only the eyes, and those eyes conveyed a clear sense of confusion.

If this were a comic book, a huge question mark would definitely appear above its head.

Death God: ?

When I type a question mark, it's not that I have a problem, but rather that I think you have a problem.

What did you just say?

Was that guy who kicked the soccer ball and smashed the car like that?

What's going on?

Is this soccer from some kind of superpowered sports anime? Or is it Shaolin Soccer from some mysterious Eastern superpower? The soccer's destructive power is so high, isn't that a bit odd?

However, before Death God could recover, he heard the howling wind again.

His intuition, honed in past death races, made him instinctively dodge to the side.

The front of the car where he was standing was suddenly hit by an unidentified black and white flying object, and the entire front of the car instantly caved inward into the wall, a truly horrific sight.

However, the unidentified flying object was stopped by the front frame of the vehicle when it was precisely aimed at the front of the car.

Death God finally saw the true appearance of the unidentified flying object.

That's right, it's football.

What Calvados had just told him was absolutely true.

In an instant, countless absurd thoughts surfaced in the mind of Death God.

He truly hadn't expected that the weapon used by Batman's Robin would be something so relatable.

What's even more unexpected is that Robin was actually able to kick this thing... Are you kidding me? The power is comparable to a civilian artillery shell. How could a normal human possibly kick a soccer ball with such intensity?

Combined with the legends of Batman's strange and grotesque appearances.

For example, Batman once grabbed a mine cart that was at least several stories high outside Tokyo and used it as a weapon to smash people, and he also did a high-altitude parachute jump and boarding action during a thunderstorm... Although it's obvious that there are definitely exaggerations involved.

But could this guy really not be human, but a cyborg?

Calvados, who was in the car, gasped when he saw the car door suddenly dent inward.

Why does this seem even more lethal than when I fought that guy last time?

Did that guy adjust the power?

Or did they think this soccer ball wouldn't kill anyone, so they deliberately increased the power? And when confronting him, did they reduce the power to avoid killing him?

Calvados disregarded everything else and immediately pushed open the back door and rolled out.

There's nothing more to say; we can't stay in the car any longer.

Based on that guy's football skills...

If you leave him in the car and he thinks there's no one there, he'll kick the ball out of bounds.

He's not one of those crazy guys in American comics who would risk their lives to challenge the superheroes' code of justice.

Even a simp's life matters!

At this very moment, in the alleyway in the direction the football came from.

Conan ran his fingers along the frame of his non-prescription glasses.

This lens has the ability to magnify distant objects freely.

Although he was now far away from Calvados and the god of death, he was still able to clearly observe and pinpoint their positions through his non-prescription glasses.

His talent as a high school detective was on full display at this moment.

His intelligence and calculation ability are more than enough for him to determine what kind of power of the ball should be used to shoot the next ball so as to achieve a deterrent effect without hurting anyone.

"...Where are the drone and the mechanical bird?"

Conan muttered to himself, asking Noah's Ark through his earpiece.

"If drones can't get through due to signal jamming, what about mechanical birds?"

"Have him pass on a message to me; maybe we can take down these two guys right now."

Chapter 1298 Who do you think you are? Get Batman here!