Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"I'm being chased by traffic police." Gin gritted his teeth, a person popping into his mind.

"Huh? How did you get targeted by the traffic police?"

"Vodka, find out what major events have happened recently."

"Yes!"

Vodka, who was driving on the other side, immediately stopped his car, picked up his laptop, and began investigating.

"Brother, something happened to the Fukuda family this morning..." Vodka quickly explained what had happened.

"Koniak!"

Gin slammed his fist on the steering wheel and cursed the name through gritted teeth.

It must have been Koniak impersonating him who did it!

A bead of cold sweat slid down Vodka's forehead.

Is the older brother taking the blame for Koniak?

He looked at the news online again, somewhat puzzled.

What is Koniak up to?

If the Fukuda family offends him, wouldn't it be enough to just kill the Fukuda family members?

And they even pulled this stunt of leaking information...

What's the point of this?

Rum, who had been listening the whole time, raised an eyebrow slightly.

He saw the news today, but didn't take it seriously.

Is this style really Koniak's doing?

He thought that if he wanted revenge, he would send the Fukuda family to their deaths.

I sent a message to Koniak, but it showed as unread after a while.

He had no hope that Koniak would answer his question, and turned his gaze to Boben, who was bringing over the coffee.

Since it's a mouse, it should be easy to find out what happened, right?

[Bourbon, I need to know what happened at the Fukuda family last night before dark. —Rum]

After returning to the bar, Amuro Tooru picked up his phone, glanced at it, and frowned.

Why is Rum investigating the Fukuda family? Doesn't he know what Gin has done?

He put his phone back in his pocket and continued tidying the table.

There are still a few hours until dark. Just send the report that Kazami sent to Rum before dark. There's no rush.

Why would Rum be interested in this?

What was Gin's intention in doing this?

Does Rum's lack of knowledge about this mean that Rum and Gin are at odds?

Binga got off the bus and hailed a taxi.

His brow furrowed as he looked at the car that hadn't disappeared from the rearview mirror.

He's changed his appearance, yet he still hasn't shaken off?

Tsk, looks like I'll have to go to the location Rum gave me.

"Go to Shinjuku Town 3-chome..."

The taxi driver received the destination, changed direction, and headed towards Shinjuku.

"The target got into a taxi; the license plate number was Tokyo-33-457."

Shuichi Akai's cold, stern voice rang out in the earphones.

"learn!"

"Mr. Akai, where do you think he'll go?"

Conan sat in the passenger seat, resting his chin on his hand, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

Has Risa Yada realized she's being followed?

If you find out, why is he still so unhurried?

He carefully recalled the entire journey he had followed.

Carmel was being tracked openly; what they really relied on was the locator in Binga's pocket.

Risa Yada changed her location several times, even dressing as a man, and successfully shook off Cameron, also discarding the clothes with the tracking device.

But he and Shuichi Akai had been watching him before he threw away the tracking device, and they even followed him on the bus.

Traffic is heavy on the roads of Tokyo, and buses stop and start frequently, with people getting on and off all the time. In order to avoid getting lost, people inevitably have to get close to the buses.

Is it possible that Binga could discover their tracking again, turn the tables, and lure them into an ambush?

Kiel is dead; all their actions from now on must be taken with utmost caution.

Chapter 261 is definitely the FBI!

This is a quiet street with few people, surrounded by two- or three-story buildings, and there is no foot traffic.

On the rooftop next door, Chianti had already set up his sniper rifle, waiting for the target to come into view.

At another sniping position, Cohen was already in position, waiting for anyone trying to track Binga to appear.

I could hear the sound of a new communication connection coming in through my headphones.

“Binga?” Vodka asked.

"It's me, I still have five kilometers to go."

"Hurry up, I can't wait to fire."

Chianti's voice was excited, as if he was about to see someone fall to his gun.

"I'm in position and ready to fire at any time," Cohen said calmly.

"Where's the gin?"

“Oh, he can’t come. He’s being chased by the traffic police.” Chianti made no attempt to hide his schadenfreude.

"Huh? Hahahahahahaha!"

Even though he realized he was being followed, Binga couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

He disliked Gin, and anything that made Gin look bad made him happy.

The taxi driver watched the man next to him answer the phone and start laughing, feeling puzzled.

What are you laughing at? Can't you even stop?

“Binga!” Gin’s cold voice came through the communicator.

"Oh, you're still here."

Binga was tired of laughing, but the sarcasm in his words remained undisguised.

"Heh..." Gin sneered and ignored him.

The Porsche was driving at 130 mph in the city, leaving the wailing police cars far behind.

But police cars continued to arrive from other locations.

Binga didn't expect Gin to answer him, so he asked the others.

"What has Gin done?"

"I don't know, he cursed Koniak." Chianti was still happy to share gossip.

"What did Koniak do?" Binga was unaware of the feud between Gin and Koniak.

Gin couldn't possibly tell everyone that Koniak was impersonating him; not many people in the organization knew that Koniak had this hobby.

Vodka, knowing what had happened, kept silent.

"It seems like Koniak went to the Fukuda family and did something..."

Binga knew about this. But...

"What does this have to do with Gin?"

"Who knows?"

Those who knew the truth had no intention of answering his questions, and those who didn't know the truth genuinely didn't know either.

Inside Shuichi Akai's car, the longer Conan followed him, the stronger his sense of unease became.

"Mr. Akai! I have a bad feeling. He might be luring us into a trap!"

Shuichi Akai frowned.

Intuition and premonition are illogical, but sometimes they are surprisingly accurate.

This is a warning from the unseen realm.

He immediately gave the instructions.

"Carmel, Judy, stop the car and arrest them!"

There weren't many cars on this elevated road, and the taxis weren't driving fast, so there were opportunities to force them to stop.

"Yes!"

The three cars immediately sped up, one quickly overtook the taxi, and then braked.

Conan hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Forcing a taxi to stop at this point could very likely put the taxi driver in a dangerous situation.

But seeing Shuichi Akai's serious expression, he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

If Binga escapes, they will face fierce retaliation from the organization.

Ran, Uncle Mori, and even Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ayumi will be in danger...

The organization will use them to lure out Shinichi Kudo and the FBI.

He was unable to speak up to dissuade them, and had already missed the opportunity to do so.

The taxi driver braked as he looked ahead and immediately tried to change lanes, but a car blocked his right side.

At the same time, the car behind it caught up, and the three cars formed a triangular formation, trapping it firmly in the middle.

On the other side is the guardrail of the elevated road, making it impossible to change lanes.

When Binga saw a car suddenly enter from the front and brake, he knew something was wrong and immediately grabbed the steering wheel from the taxi driver, but it was too late.

The taxi driver was stunned by his sudden action.

Who grabs the steering wheel from a driver?! That could kill someone!

But soon, he began to tremble.

A cold gun was firmly pressed against him.

"Press the gas pedal all the way down!"

孽 孽!

He dared not disobey, so he slammed on the gas pedal and, disregarding the damage to his car, crashed through the rear of the car in front of him and sped out through the gap on his right front.

With Binga in his hands, the taxi veered and swerved on the road as if out of control.

"People will die!"

The taxi driver screamed, and in the face of a life-or-death crisis, he unleashed an unprecedented potential, wrestling with Binga for the steering wheel in an attempt to straighten the car.

The car became increasingly out of control; although it was going fast, its trajectory became more and more erratic.

Hearing the commotion on the other end of the earpiece, they immediately realized something had happened.

"Report your location! Go and provide backup!"