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

This clown might be Gin.

Theoretically speaking, Gin does fit the concept of the Joker.

However, he fits the concept of a clown in a circus better, because as the mastermind of the Nine Gates of Detective Conan, almost all of Gin's actions have had the opposite result, and he has almost never had an action that was truly a great success.

What kind of worst day would someone have to go through to become a laughing maniac who can rival the clown?

Even Chen En couldn't have predicted it.

However, those things can be put on hold for now.

Saving lives is the priority.

Inside the abandoned warehouse at this very moment.

Rei Furuya finally arrived in front of the time bomb.

His gaze fell on the bomb's dial, and with all his might, he rammed his head into the time bomb's button.

It was accompanied by a beep.

The time bomb's dial stopped working.

Has the bombing been stopped?

A glimmer of hope appeared in Rei Furuya's heart.

But the next moment, he heard Gin's voice.

This may seem like just a recording, but even a recording is enough to chill Rei Furuya's heart.

“I rarely joke, but now I’m going to tell you that this is just a joke.”

Do you really think this is a ticking time bomb?

Furuya Rei's pupils contracted sharply.

The next instant, the flames from the explosion engulfed the entire warehouse.

At the same time, Chen En and Conan suddenly turned their heads to look in the direction from which the explosion came.

A hint of doubt appeared in Conan's eyes.

Chen En's face, however, had darkened.

He knew what the outcome of the death of a family member would be.

Therefore, Chen En turned the car around without hesitation and sped toward the warehouse where the explosion had taken place. He could save people. As long as Furuya Rei had a breath left, he could keep Furuya Rei alive with the help of the Holy Sword of Physics.

However, the result was disappointing.

Chen Enlai was too late.

The warehouse in front of him was engulfed in flames and had already collapsed.

Rei Furuya is dead.

The special mission screen in front of him already displayed the words "mission failed".

Looking at the collapsed warehouse engulfed in flames.

Conan's expression also turned serious.

"...It is urgent."

Chen En said in a low voice.

This was his first real special mission, which ended in failure.

He will remember this lesson.

Furthermore, the deployment of the monitoring system should be accelerated as quickly as possible.

These two lessons made him realize something.

These troublemakers can no longer be dealt with using conventional methods; we must take drastic measures!

Chapter 500 Salamandridae

"Günter von Gothenburg II, you are too slow."

"I can hardly believe that you, a superhuman codenamed Assassin in this organization, would waste so much of my time on such a small amount of money. I have to tell you something: we have missed our best chance to kill Batman."

The codenamed Assassin of the mysterious organization, and the new head of the organization in the Tokyo area after Snake's arrest.

Salamandridae stared at the magician before him, and the girl beside him dressed like a witch who had escaped from a comic convention, her eyes slightly narrowed, and said,

"Are you a witch? Which of the seven colors?"

Upon hearing this, the witch merely glanced at the salamander before speaking directly.

"It's none of your business. Knowing this doesn't mean anything to you."

You'd better be just as tough when you're taken to the witch's trial someday.

The salamander's eyes held a hint of danger.

Upon seeing this, Günther von Gothenburg II sighed and said,

“Günter von Gothenburg II is dead. You chose him, my idol.”

"Moreover, that money is of great use to me. Even if it means nothing to me, it is of great significance to the witch next to me. It is her reward."

The witch nodded slightly, as if in agreement.

The salamander sighed at this.

Although the witch did not specify which of the seven colors she was, the salamander could deduce it somewhat from her greedy behavior, but he did not investigate further.

These magic-based guys are quite difficult to deal with, and they also hold grudges.

Since the witch is unwilling to reveal her identity, it's better for him not to expose her.

"Oh, right, salamanders, let's not talk about that now."

Who's that person behind you?

The illusionist spider raised an eyebrow and asked with some curiosity.

Hearing this, the witch also turned her attention to the gruesome-looking creature behind the salamander. She tilted her head, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"He has a magical item on him."

"This magical artifact seems to be just a replica made by imitating a certain magical artifact, but this magical artifact seems to have undergone a very peculiar change... Hmm, this can be a research topic."

It's as if you're studying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Can you stop reading Western fantasy novels every day like those Muggles, since you're a genuine magical witch?

The spider sighed and rubbed its forehead.

Hearing this, the salamander turned to look at the person behind it and calmly said,

“I’m investigating something in the abandoned warehouse area.”

"I happened to see a vehicle driving out of an abandoned warehouse, so I went in to check it out and saw a red hood next to this person."

"That hood is constantly being improved and transformed according to this person's will."

"What caused all of this was the bomb in the warehouse. The bomb brought him to the brink of death, which made him burst out with the will to survive because he didn't want to die. So, after the bomb exploded and the hood was completed, I brought him and the hood back."

"I'm not familiar with magic. You take a look at what this thing does and what's going on with this person."

The salamander's voice piqued the witch's curiosity.

She squatted down beside him, reached out and poked the cheek of the unconscious man who looked half-dead. Then she reached out and straightened his head, before taking out a crystal ball from her bag.

It is normal for magical items, being products of the mind, to change due to the psychological state of others.

However, it seems rather strange that this replica magical item could change due to someone else's will; this person seems to be quite a special individual.

The witch examined the person before her through the crystal ball.

While the witch was casting magic with her crystal ball, the spiders and salamanders behind her naturally didn't stop either.

The spider frowned and asked,

"You're saying we missed our best chance to kill Batman? What happened?"

Upon hearing this, the salamander calmly replied,

"Today, a group called the Steel Society planted numerous bombs in Tokyo, but Batman intercepted them all until the very last explosion."

"I clearly sensed the explosive flames erupting forth."

"That was a murder plot orchestrated by the Black Organization against Batman. If you and the witch had arrived in Tokyo sooner, I might not have been gathering information elsewhere and could have participated in this murderous spectacle instead."

"Killing Batman isn't difficult for me, is it?"

What an arrogant guy.

The spider's eyes narrowed slightly.

However, he could not deny this, because in terms of physical lethality, the salamander in front of him was indeed much stronger than him. After all, salamanders have some unique names in Western culture.

Salamander, or salamander.

That is a spirit representing fire in Western culture, which explains the abilities of the assassin in front of us.

Salamanders have the ability to control fire.

With just a tiny spark, a few embers, a salamander can turn that spark into a raging inferno that devours everything, but at the same time, it can also turn a raging fire into an incredibly weak flame.

He even said that the flames should circulate around him.

If the Black Organization had actually attempted to assassinate Batman, with an explosion so powerful that even a newt could sense it, perhaps with a little more force, it could have actually killed Batman. No wonder the newt said that.

"Why does this person look a bit dark-skinned? Is he a local?"

"That's what the witch complained about."