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

The killers during this holiday season are too ruthless; they kill entire families at the drop of a hat. Who can withstand that?

They are indeed gangsters, but they are not just copycat gangsters. They also have feelings and families. They joined the gang just to live a better life. If they didn't feel that leaving the Muddy Association would still result in the same killings during festivals, they would have left the Muddy Association long ago!

"I……"

Just as the demon child was about to make his move, the phone rang.

He grabbed the phone, pressed the call button, held it to his ear, and said angrily without any politeness,

"Who are you? Speak up if you have something to say, I'm not in the mood for wasting my breath!"

The person on the other end of the phone fell silent for a moment because of his attitude.

However, soon, the person on the other end of the phone spoke Japanese with a heavy American accent.

“I am Mortis Hunter. You contacted me before, hoping I would kill someone for you.”

"I'm calling to ask why, since you've already helped me get revenge, the person who was supposed to be my contact hasn't contacted me yet. Have you given up on the collaboration?"

Mortis Hunt's voice betrayed a hint of doubt.

He couldn't get in touch with Kiriko Busujima, and since there was no news record of such a yakuza boss dying, Mortis Hunter still didn't know that Kiriko Busujima was dead.

Upon hearing Mortis Hunter's voice, the ghost child Nafang frowned.

He's never done anything good in his life, only bad things, but this time is an exception. Since he's now in dire straits himself, he can't care about assassinating Batman. Therefore, he doesn't intend to accept the reward.

Just as the ghost child was about to tell everyone on the other side to go back to their own homes,

He suddenly froze.

Wait, Mortis Hunter? Didn't Kiriko Busujima say before that this guy was the Navy SEALs' ace sniper?

Could it even be the type of attack that can be carried out beyond visual range?

If the Festival Killer was targeting the Mud Ginseng Association's top brass, and all of them are currently in the conference room at the Mud Ginseng Association's headquarters, then the Festival Killer must be waiting outside for them to show their face.

Why not use snipers to counter snipers?

"Motish Hunter, my friend!"

"You've come at just the right time. To be honest, our Mud Ginseng Society recently encountered a very skilled sniper. He killed many of my brothers, and now he's blocking our building, preparing to kill all of our high-ranking members!"

"We need your help, and for that, we can give you money, lots and lots of money!"

Mortis Hunt's voice trailed off briefly.

Seemingly startled by the sudden change of expression from the ghost child, he paused briefly, seemingly searching through some directory, before Mortis Hunter inquired.

"I can come over, but whether my disciples and friends can come over depends on who your enemy is."

"Tell me, is your enemy Daisuke Jigen or King? Or Pramie or Scrooge?"

Who are these?

The ghost child, Nafang, blinked.

He only knew one person, Daisuke Jigen, but now wasn't the time to worry about that. Regardless of whether it was true or not, even if it was, he would say it wasn't. Therefore, Onikiri Natsufusa loudly proclaimed...

"No, no, it's just one of my enemies, but I have too many enemies, I don't know who it is!"

"My friend, I need your help now, come quickly!"

Only one simple word came from the other end of the phone.

"Roger".

The call has ended.

Upon hearing the reply from the other side, the ghost child Nafang breathed a sigh of relief.

If he really is the army's ace sniper,

That's definitely much better than some amateur assassin; maybe he's already safe.

A bullet shot out from the curtain at a tricky angle and instantly pierced the head of a mud-brick cadre closest to the Ghost Child's room. Upon seeing this, the Ghost Child immediately bent down, his eyes filled with horror.

Impossible, this position couldn't possibly be targeted by a sniper!

Where exactly did the holiday killer fire its gun?

Who exactly is that guy?!

Chapter 363 The Sniper from Another Dimension

Mortis Hunt, a retired Navy SEAL ace sniper.

Having once sniped 79 people on the Middle East battlefield and earned the Silver Star Medal, if Chen En knew this person was already in Tokyo, he would probably consider how to deal with him properly.

Because he is one of the boss-level characters in M18, and one of only three long-range snipers in the entire series.

The only two who can be compared to him are his disciple Kevin Yoshino and Shuichi Akai, the "Rye Whiskey". There is no third person. And now, Mortis Hunter is on his way to the headquarters of the Muddy Ginseng Association.

However, Gin was completely unaware of this.

He calibrated the gun expressionlessly, changed the angle, and pulled the trigger again at the designated height according to the design drawings in his memory. Then, he calibrated it again and fired again, like a tightly controlled killing machine.

In fact, this is indeed Gin's image within the Black Organization.

Gin can kill without hesitation, from morning till night, flying to dozens of places a day.

That's how the organization trained him—to be a sharp blade who would kill enemies, teammates, and civilians without hesitation, serving as the final line of defense to protect the organization's secrets.

However, because his blade was so sharp and lacked a sheath, many members of the organization feared or loathed Gin's presence. The only ones who harbored no ill will towards Gin were probably his few former teammates.

And Vermouth, and that person.

"Mud Ginseng Gathering".

Gin uttered that name.

His purpose in coming to Tokyo wasn't to eliminate the Mud Ginseng Society, but he still took action against them. Tokyo was in chaos, teeming with all sorts of shady characters; therefore, the Mud Ginseng Society's demise wouldn't cause any trouble.

No one cares who killed the high-ranking members of the Mud Gathering, so he can kill without restraint.

Because he is the Black Organization's current ace, that person told him since he was a child, "Gin, you will become the organization's ace, so you can kill whoever you want, no problem."

This operation won't cause any trouble for the Black Organization, so why not kill them?

Besides, that Irish guy hasn't made any moves yet. If we don't find something to do during this time, how boring would it be?

Vodka, hidden near Gin, picked up his modified binoculars and observed the surroundings once more. Then, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said...

"Brother, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's police cars are heading back to Tokyo from the suburbs; the situation there is over."

"Besides, at the seven o'clock direction, I saw a car approaching the headquarters building of the Mud Conference. There was only one person in it. That person's appearance was somewhat unusual. He had black hair, a buzz cut, and a foreign face. He was not a local."

Black hair, buzz cut, foreigner?

A hint of doubt appeared in Gin's eyes.

He didn't recall the information that Mud Ginseng had any dealings with any foreigners. Could it be that this was a transaction that only happened in the last few days, and because of the chaos in Tokyo, they hadn't had time to collect it?

Gin turned his gun around, and the person's face was clearly reflected in the sniper scope.

At the same time, the other person looked up and looked at him.

The next moment, Gin swiftly pulled the trigger. At the same time, the other man immediately grabbed the sniper rifle beside him and fired in Gin's direction. Two almost simultaneous gunshots rang out in the night.

The bullets collided in mid-air in an incredible manner, then separated and deviated from their original paths.

However, Gin realized the problem.

This guy is probably not someone to be trifled with.

To achieve such reaction speed and accuracy, one is probably on par with a top-tier sniper like Rye Whiskey. Although he looked down on Rye Whiskey, he also knew that his sniping skills were inferior to Rye Whiskey's.

Therefore, the instant Gin noticed the sniper had jumped out of the vehicle from the other side and was looking for cover,

He immediately prepared to retreat.

However, at the same time, he saw a reflection in the distance. He instinctively raised his sniper rifle and looked over, only to see a blond, buzz-cut figure already aiming his sniper rifle at him.

The next moment, bullets flew towards them.

Gin instinctively turned his head, and the bullet instantly pierced through the sniper scope, grazing his long silver hair and carrying a slight smell of burning.

The shot missed.

He realized that the sniper on the other side was very skilled, even no weaker than the black-haired, buzz-cut sniper in the car earlier. However, the sniper's hand was shaking, so he missed.

Post-war trauma? Or something else? Is this a retired military sniper?

Various possibilities flashed through Gin's mind. He immediately pressed Vodka's head down and rushed into the stairwell next door. In a bad mood, he smashed the glass next to him with the butt of his gun and fell down, landing next to the car door.

Vodka realized what was happening and quickly followed.

The two immediately got into a car and moved away from the original area. This proved to be a very wise choice, because at that moment, a third sniper rifle had already locked onto all directions of the building where Gin was located.

If Gin had been even a fraction of a second later, this sniper rifle would have killed him the instant he jumped out of the window!

"This is Scott, target not shown."

"The blond, buzz-cut sniper," Scott Green said.

He is a former US Navy SEAL sniper instructor, whose sniping skills are second only to Mortician Hunter, who just fired the shot, and Kevin Yoshino, who was used as bait.

Kevin Yoshino's sniping skills are in no way inferior to, and may even surpass, those of his teacher.

He was a Marine Corps sergeant who had been saved by Mortis Hunter in the Middle East and was determined to avenge him. His training led him to this position.

To ensure that his teacher would not cause any trouble while repaying the debt of gratitude alone, he came to Tokyo with his master, Scott Green, to help.

Three sniper rifles, three ace snipers.

Seriously speaking, even if Rye Whiskey were to be targeted by three snipers of equal or lesser skill during a surprise attack, it would be incredibly lucky to escape unscathed, let alone Gin.

In fact, the reason Gin isn't dead is because Mortis Hunter has injuries that caused his shooting to malfunction!

"This is Mortissi. The target has disappeared and is nowhere to be found."

Mortis Hunt said with some annoyance,