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

From which direction did the football come?

A thought flashed through the mind of Death God.

The football was flying too fast, and since he was facing away from the direction from which it came, he only heard the sound of the air tearing as the football flew towards him before noticing an unidentified flying object approaching and thus dodging it.

But he didn't see exactly which direction the football came from.

Therefore, he and Calvados now have no way of knowing the attackers' exact location.

If even the attacker's location cannot be determined, then even the best marksman cannot launch a counterattack... so the lethality of the football should not be underestimated.

Even though everyone knows that Batman and Robin have a no-killing rule.

Even if the ball hit them, it probably wouldn't kill them.

However, according to the customs of the Bat Family, even if they don't die, they will be seriously injured. If they are seriously injured and sent to the hospital, the Japanese police will check the water meter and the funeral will still be held as usual.

"...You said that guy earlier held Batman back with you."

"Under what circumstances did you restrain him?"

Death God's gaze swept across all directions, unsure of which direction to move from. He asked Calvados, who had just rolled out and stood up, in a low voice. Calvados immediately corrected Death God's mistake.

"It's not me who's holding him back, it's him who's holding me back."

He's holding you back? How dare you compare yourself to such a monster?

This guy can unleash this level of explosive power with a single kick from at least a hundred meters away.

He's playing long-range football the whole time, attacking beyond visual range. You have no chance of escaping from his attack range, and you're even holding him back? Do you really think I'm stupid?

The only eye that the God of Death revealed showed a hint of doubt.

Calvados immediately emphasized this.

"The environment is different."

"At that time, I had already entered the tunnel during the evacuation. Although that guy's football was very powerful, he couldn't keep using the football to attack in the complex and ever-changing tunnel."

"Even if his football can curve, it is impossible to curve multiple times under multiple obstacles."

"If we want to deal with him, the best way for us now is to bring the battlefield into a complex and unpredictable environment that is not suitable for direct attacks... just like dealing with a sniper."

...Stop being a sniper for now, I have something to ask you.

What do you mean by his footballs being able to curve?

Several question marks seemed to reappear above the head of the God of Death.

But he didn't have time to ask any more questions. He just glanced around and instantly locked onto the nearest alleyway, making a preliminary estimate of how long it would take to get from here to the alley entrance.

Then he said.

"I'll go first, you remember the direction the soccer ball came from."

"Then we moved towards the entrance of the alley over there, got into the alley before that guy's second football attack, lured him over, and then we started to get away."

"This stalemate can't go on. Once Batman gets here, neither of us will be able to leave."

Robin may not be human, but Batman is definitely not human.

Compared to the rapidly moving black transport aircraft, the blue civilian artillery shell launchers seem much more approachable.

Calvados, aware of the seriousness of the situation, nodded immediately.

He still remembers his encounter with Batman.

If he had to choose again, he would rather face that blue civilian cannon launcher a few more times than face Batman again... Whether it's psychological trauma or physical trauma, they are worlds apart.

However, just as Calvados and the God of Death were preparing to take action...

A black bird circled in the sky.

This unusual scene instantly caught the attention of Calvados and the god of death. They observed the bird circling in the sky out of the corner of their eyes, a hint of suspicion rising in their hearts.

How could there be birds circling in the sky at this time? Why are they circling here of all places?

Should we shoot it down for him?

It all seems to be related to Batman... Perhaps they're just being paranoid, but in Tokyo, Batman's territory, any unusual behavior can be attributed to him.

Just like in a Cthulhu-influenced world, you can pin any bad thing on Nyarlathotep.

I don't care about cooking.

However, just as Calvados was about to raise his gun slightly to shoot the bird down.

The black bird suddenly lowered its circling altitude.

In the middle, a synthesized mechanical voice was played, enunciating clearly and speaking blatantly.

“Calvados, and that member of the Black Organization.”

"Give me a straight answer: surrender or not?"

"Surrendering now won't cause too much trouble, but if you take another step to escape, things will change drastically! This is your last chance to surrender, otherwise, once I take action again, you won't even have the chance to surrender!"

Upon hearing this, Calvados flew into a rage.

Batman is incredibly powerful, and it's understandable that he's not human-like.

Who do you think you are, Robin, to have the right to say such things to me?

Aren't you just relying on your crappy football?

If you're so capable, take your football and then challenge me to a one-on-one fight. If I can't kill you in three punches, I'm out of luck!

Calvados then shouted loudly at the mechanical bird.

"Robin, I'll fuck you, you sage!"

"Who do you think you are? Call Batman!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings became much quieter.

It was as if even the mechanical bird was intimidated by Calvados's lofty ambition, landing on a nearby telephone pole and temporarily ceasing its movement; the synthesized mechanical voice also stopped.

Death God: ?

Sometimes you really shouldn't say things too definitively.

What if you suggest bringing Batman, but he actually shows up?

Why don't you go up and weigh Batman?

Are you kidding me? If Batman attacks, I'll be the first to run.

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.

The next instant, the whistling wind rang out again.

Calvados instantly detected the source of the ball's movement and tried to dodge it, but his body had not fully recovered, and the ball came fast and hard.

In an instant, he was hit by the soccer ball.

After flipping 360 degrees in the air, he fell to the ground with his hands behind his back, appearing to be unconscious.

Death God: ?

It's not that my brother wasn't loyal, it's just that you died too quickly.

I didn't even have time to give you a push.

However, your sacrifice was worthwhile.

At least now I know exactly which direction the football came from, so I can try to avoid it...

Calvados, you deserve to die!

Anyway, you're not completely dead. At worst, I'll go back to the Black Organization's temporary headquarters, petition Ireland, and save you one more time. This time, please allow me to retire and return home first!

Chapter 1299 A Guy Covered in Cutting-Edge Technology

Without having to worry about Shiratori Ninzaburo and Chiba Kazunobu, and not being near the alley.

For Conan, Calvados is not actually a particularly difficult opponent.

After all, Conan's size disadvantage is too great after shrinking.

Even Batman's Robin doesn't have such a large size disadvantage that those fighting techniques are not very useful against Conan, whose appearance and height are fixed.

At most, it would make him realize he'd been hit when he was first struck.

It will still collapse if it's going to, so there's not much difference.

After using a football to knock down Calvados.

Conan immediately noticed that the person whose face was covered in bandages, with only his eyes showing, was moving into a nearby alley, seemingly no longer intending to deal with Calvados.

This scene immediately made Conan frown slightly.

He doesn't quite understand this kind of thing.

But are the codenamed members of the Black Organization the type who would abandon their teammates as soon as they encounter trouble?

Or perhaps the reason why this codenamed member of unknown origin and the previous Irishman wanted to save Pisco was simply because they had a close relationship with Pisco, rather than because it was required by the organization's rules.

Without much thought, Conan kicked out again without hesitation.

The football spun rapidly through the air, hurtling towards Death God's position.

Its speed and power were so great that it produced a sharp whistling sound as it passed through the air, allowing Death God to clearly pinpoint the direction from which the football was flying even without turning around.

At this moment, the keen senses and physical abilities of a member of the Black Organization came into play.

Without hesitation, he lunged towards the alley entrance.

The football flew past the spot he was about to pass in an instant, and with lightning speed, it slammed into the wall next to him, causing the wall to cave in.

If Death God hadn't anticipated the direction of that soccer ball, his upper body would probably have been turned into a two-dimensional mess.

He glanced at the soccer ball lying next to him and noticed that it seemed to be rapidly decomposing. He frowned, realizing that this was probably some kind of advanced technology from Ke Xue.