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

They have produced so many scientists and developed so many pieces of equipment and weapons.

Why is it that such cutting-edge technology is missing?

Is it because the organization's accumulation over the years is too shallow, or is it that Batman and the research and development team around him are more outstanding than all the scientists hired by the organization combined?

Could that team really be a research and development team pulled out of a comic book?

Without much thought, Death God quickly got up and rushed into the alleyway, entering a narrow area that was advantageous for his movement.

Based on the current distance between him and the soccer launcher, it can be inferred that the soccer launcher is at least several hundred meters away from him. Even if that guy is moving very fast, it would take him at least half a minute to get there.

Someone like him, who can survive a death race, is no less capable than a codenamed member.

Half a minute was more than enough time for him to use the complex and winding alleyways to completely evade the guy's pursuit.

However, what Death God did not expect was that he rushed into the alleyway.

We hadn't even taken a few steps inside.

He then heard an unusual sound behind him.

The person who wasn't a codenamed member instinctively turned their head to look.

Just then, a figure appeared at the entrance of the alley.

The figure was exactly as Calvados described.

He was very short, looking only eleven or twelve years old, or even shorter than a child of that age. He was backlit, and you could vaguely make out that his clothes seemed to be blue.

He was wearing glasses that emitted a white light, which seemed to defy the laws of physics.

What is most striking is what he is holding onto.

If Death God isn't mistaken, it appears to be a skateboard.

But... what skateboard can cover hundreds of meters in just a few seconds? The Green Devil skateboard?

Just like Batman, Robin is full of extraordinary qualities.

"Although I don't know what your code name is."

“But Mr. codename member of the Black Organization, I think there’s no point in you continuing to run away now… It’s pointless, and you can’t escape our pursuit.”

The same mechanical synthesized voice came from the thin, blue figure as before.

This situation caused Death God to frown slightly.

He thought it was just a fake voice created by the other party using machinery.

But now it sounds like the other person's original voice.

That's strange... How can a human make such a sound? Is some kind of voice changer used? It's really strange, what kind of voice changer can achieve such a seamless switching effect?

Even at such close range, he couldn't recognize the other person's voice?

Even so, Death God had no intention of surrendering, and simply said...

"If you think you can catch me, then come and try."

"Although I don't know if you're a child or a dwarf, if it really comes down to it, I won't hold back at all. So before we begin, I'm going to give you a piece of advice."

His only exposed eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of sharpness.

"I won't hold back. If you don't want to die, stop now."

In the blink of an eye, the conflict erupted again.

The black and white soccer ball tore through the air once again, flying fiercely towards him.

Thanks to Calvados's earlier reminder.

Even though Death God had dodged the incoming football, he did not let his guard down at all, and the fact was exactly as Death God had guessed from Calvados's earlier warning.

After the football flew past him, it made a bizarre turn in the air and attacked him from behind.

The football, as powerful as a boomerang, surprised even Death God.

In football matches, there are indeed techniques that can make the ball curve.

For example, a free kick.

Some famous and seasoned football veterans often use free kicks to bypass other players or goalkeepers, causing the ball to curve during its flight and eventually go into the goal.

However, this was the first time he had ever seen a free kick that could make a football at this speed curve.

This is clearly not something a small person could do.

That guy's feet seemed to be emitting electricity.

So, is it some kind of device that uses electricity to amplify leg strength?

...It's just too absurd no matter how you look at it.

We need to get rid of this guy quickly.

The God of Death thought to himself.

Chapter 1300 Similar Appearances

Unlike the previous Calvados.

With the battlefield drawn into complex and unpredictable alleyways, this black-clad organization member with his face wrapped in bandages proved to be far more difficult to deal with than he had anticipated.

It was as if they knew in advance what props he would use.

Was it Calvados who told him this information while he was in the car?

In the complex and winding alleyways, Conan is engaged in a contest with Death God, unable to help but speculate about Death God's behavior and thinking about what kind of equipment he can use to take down this guy.

Although his footballs can curve, it's a free-kick skill he learned from famous football players.

However, his anesthetic needle couldn't bend.

Of course, anesthesia needles aren't necessarily completely unable to bend.

If Conan were willing to hit himself on the head with that Harley Quinn's baseball bat and get help from the other me in the world of Fantastic Saga, he might be able to easily take down the guy in front of him with a curved tranquilizer dart.

However, he doesn't have much of a desire to use a baseball bat right now.

When switching between two worlds, the user is completely unaware of the other world's situation.

It is already night.

If Conan from the world of Crime Sawa is currently acting as the Blue Reaper, hunting down criminals all over the streets, and has even begun to fight with them...

By making that switch, he could easily ruin himself.

After all, the Beika criminals in the Fanzawa worldview and the Beika criminals in the real world are two completely different levels of strength.

Even so, Conan was very confident that he could capture Shiro.

It's not that he has any other trump cards.

He did indeed have some unused items in his Robin's Belt, but it was uncertain whether these items could defeat Death God. However, he knew about Chen En's progress.

Conan just used the earpiece to contact Noah's Ark.

He immediately realized that Chen En had already begun fighting with the Irish side and had swiftly dealt with Ireland's men, and was now pursuing Ireland.

It's likely that Ireland will be captured by Chen En on the spot within minutes at most.

Once Ireland was captured, Chen En flew his Bat fighter jet and wanted to reach it to repeat his previous feat against Calvados. It only took him a few minutes.

Delaying this little bit of time is not a big problem for Conan at all.

He felt he could do it.

However, at just around a corner...

At that moment, Death God's pistol suddenly rang out.

Even though Conan dodged quickly and did avoid the direct hit from the pistol, his previous rhythm was completely disrupted. He took a slight step back, rallied his forces, and to prevent Death God from escaping, casually threw several throwing knives from his Robin belt.

This weapon does indeed pose a considerable risk.

However, given Conan's physical abilities, the throwing knives he throws, even for an adult, would not be fatal unless they hit a vital spot, let alone for these codenamed members of the Black Organization.

Therefore, Conan had no worries whatsoever even when using these sharpened weapons.

Faced with the incoming throwing knife, Death God's eyes showed a hint of surprise. He had not expected that his opponent would be able to hide this thing, which was clearly the size of a palm, in a hidden compartment in his belt that was no longer than the throwing knife itself.

However, at this point, it is impossible to completely avoid it.

He instinctively turned his head to avoid the throwing knife hitting his head directly, but at that moment he overlooked the bandage wrapped around his face. The blade of the throwing knife instantly sliced ​​across his cheek, cutting through the bandage.

Death God's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously tried to cover the bandage.

However, Conan's next soccer ball gave him no chance to re-bandage himself, forcing him to dodge awkwardly as the bandages fell off.

The codenamed member, who wasn't actually a member, looked down at the bandages scattered on the ground, then looked up at Conan.

He still hasn't figured out who this guy is.

The other party had kept his body hidden in the darkness. If it weren't for the reflection of the throwing knife that allowed him to see the hidden compartment in his belt, he probably wouldn't even know where the throwing knife came from.

However... since the bandage has already broken, let's make use of this face.

Wasn't his initial reason for undergoing plastic surgery to look like this precisely for the purpose of revenge?

Conan froze the moment he saw Death God's face.

He recognized the face immediately.

Shinichi Kudo, the high school detective.

That is, him before he shrunk.

This guy's face is exactly the same as his face before he shrunk.

How could such a coincidence happen in the world?

Conan knew very well that his face was not actually rare in this world; many people looked exactly like him, only with different skin tones and hairstyles.