Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Gin's voice came through the headphones.

His brows were furrowed.

The FBI made their move before they even arrived at the location?

Who leaked their plans?

Only Vodka, Chianti, Cohen, him, Binga, and Rum knew about this operation.

Binga himself couldn't, and neither could Rum.

He narrowed his eyes, a murderous glint flashing within them.

There are rats too?

Just how many rats are there!

"Central Loop Line, Morimon Park section, come quick!"

Chianti's questioning voice came through the earpiece, but Binga only managed to reply with this one sentence.

These people actually tried to force a taxi to stop right on the elevated highway?

Does this mean they have absolutely no regard for the lives of taxi drivers?!

This kind of behavior is definitely the FBI's!

In that case, the troublesome taxi driver is useless.

boom!

Gunshots rang out, blood splattered instantly, and the taxi driver's terrified head tilted to the side, staining half of the glass window red.

Carmel, who was already walking alongside the taxi, took in the scene and his expression instantly turned stern.

He turned the steering wheel and swerved directly towards the taxi.

The taxi was right next to the guardrail, the metal scraping together creating a piercing screech and sparks flying everywhere.

Binga's eyes hardened, and instead of slowing down, he swerved the steering wheel sharply.

The vehicle instantly lost control, tilting and rolling violently to the side, with its tires leaving the ground.

The entire vehicle was overturned as if by an invisible giant hand, tumbling and crashing through the elevated guardrail, plummeting downwards like a piece of sheet metal with a broken wire.

A feeling of weightlessness filled the carriage, and Binga's body was violently jolted in his seat. He quickly covered his vital parts and screamed into the communicator.

"Morimu Park! Come pick me up immediately!"

The taxi flipped wildly in the air, its wheels drawing chaotic arcs towards the sky. In just a few seconds, it crashed heavily to the ground after a drop of more than ten meters.

With a dull thud, the front of the car slammed into the hard concrete, its shape completely altered.

The car door was immediately opened, and Binga stepped out in a disheveled state.

Despite his careful precautions, he still suffered injuries of varying degrees.

He was almost knocked unconscious by the deployed airbag.

But he can't stay here; he must leave immediately!

The two "elderly" people sitting in a pink Beetle witnessed the whole scene.

Chapter 262 You Didn't Do Anything Wrong

The Beetle had already stopped when the car battle began, keeping a distance to avoid their engagement.

The passenger door opened, and Ran Mouri quickly got out of the car. With a nimble body that was quite different from the old lady, she ran to the edge of the overpass and looked down.

Many cars stopped because of the accident ahead, and some people even got out of their cars to look down. Her actions at this moment were not abrupt.

Nobody paid any attention to her, an old woman.

She saw the bright red bloodstains on the broken car window, a glaringly bright red.

The taxi driver is dead...

He died simply because he was carrying a passenger and got caught up in the chase.

Conan quickly jumped out of the car and stood on tiptoe to look down.

It's only two stories above the ground, not very high, we can't let him escape!

He was holding a skateboard and wanted to try to fly down it, but Shuichi Akai grabbed him by the back of his collar.

Do you want to commit suicide?

"We can't let him get away!"

"I know."

Catching criminals is not something a child should be involved in.

He tossed Conan to Judy, who was running over, then climbed over the fence, jumped down, grabbed a nearby telephone pole, slid down, and landed steadily.

Shuichi Akai landed, a pistol appearing in his hand from his waist, the muzzle instantly locking onto Binga, who was staggering and fleeing.

His finger pulled the trigger without the slightest hesitation.

boom!boom!

The bullet tore through the air.

The first shot grazed Binga's ear!

Second shot—

"Uh!"

Binga's left scapula exploded into a spray of blood! The bullet grazed his collarbone, the excruciating pain and impact causing him to lose his balance and fall forward!

"Ray!"

The excruciating pain didn't erupt in screams, but rather in suppressed, poison-like hatred.

He truly deserves to be called the FBI's ace.

They caught up so quickly and opened fire without hesitation.

My arm is in excruciating pain; I fractured my right hand when I hit the ground.

Even so, he endured the pain and fired a bullet into a nearby fire hydrant.

The mist instantly spread out, obscuring his figure.

He quickly hid behind a large tree, panting heavily, urging the backup on the other end to hurry up.

They were not far from their original destination; they could definitely get there within three minutes!

Unless, someone doesn't want him to live...

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

If you really don't want him to live, then don't blame him for betraying the organization after falling into the hands of the FBI.

"Are you here yet! If you don't come soon, I'm going to fall into the hands of the FBI!"

"coming!"

Vodka's voice came through the headphones.

Along with it came the roar of engines.

The massive truck, like a battering ram, burst violently out of the alley, its target Shuichi Akai, who was holding a gun and trying to chase Binga.

Akai's pupils contracted sharply as a deadly sense of oppression washed over him, and he desperately lunged to the side and rolled over.

The truck, whipping up a fierce wind, nearly crushed the hem of his billowing clothes as it passed by.

Vodka, who was controlling the truck, wanted to continue and crush Shuichi Akai into a pulp.

boom!

A bullet came from above, shattering the windshield and leaving spiderweb-like cracks. Vodka lurched to the right as the bullet grazed his arm, tore through his suit, and struck the seat.

On the overpass, Judy held a pistol, her eyes as cold as ice.

As the index finger snapped shut, another bullet came hurtling in.

Vodka suddenly leaned down, using the dashboard to block his view while his hands moved non-stop, quickly turning the steering wheel a full circle, raising the rear of the car high and drawing an arc in the air, forcefully turning the front of the car around.

Knowing he couldn't kill Shuichi Akai today, he didn't hesitate any longer, and the truck roared towards Binga's location.

The truck's cargo box was wide open, but the speed did not decrease.

There's no way we can stop to pick them up; the backup has already arrived. If we can't get up there, we're dead!

Binga stared intently at the truck, the moment it turned and revealed its cargo door.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his shoulder and the gushing blood, he braced himself on his left arm and, with his last strength, lunged at the open door at the back of the truck like a wounded wolf.

His body traced a bloody arc in the air.

boom!

He slammed heavily onto the cold floor of the carriage, rolling and crashing against the inner wall. The excruciating pain from the bone rubbing against his injured right shoulder made his vision go black, and blood quickly stained the ground beneath him.

"go!"

Once he was sure Binga had gotten on, Vodka floored the accelerator.

With a roar, the truck surged forward like a wild horse.

Shuichi Akai rolled to his feet, his eyes flashing with a cold light!

Bang bang bang!

Bullets rained down on the speeding train car, sparks flying everywhere!

However, it's no longer of any use.

The truck's massive body spewed black smoke as it recklessly rolled over the road. With a fierce drift, it tore through the air and veered into a side road, its engine roaring as it sped away, leaving behind only the acrid smell of burnt rubber and a mess.

Shuichi Akai stood there, gun in hand, staring at the street corner where the truck had disappeared, his eyes cold and piercing.

They got away again.

"Mr. Akai!"

Conan's small figure rushed down the stairs of the overpass, and after confirming that Shuichi Akai was alright, his target was the wrecked taxi.

He rushed to the driver's seat.

The shattered car window resembled a gruesome wound, clearly showing the driver's tilted head and half of the blood-stained glass.

A menacing gun barrel lodged above his head, his face contorted with extreme terror, his eyes wide open, staring blankly at the sky, as if silently questioning something.

Conan's steps froze on the spot.

It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, instantly freezing all his blood and thoughts.

His heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and an overwhelming sense of guilt instantly engulfed him.

"It's all my fault..."

If... if that intense unease hadn't prompted Mr. Akai to act prematurely...

If things proceed as originally planned, we would wait until Binga got out of the taxi before taking action…

If he tries to dissuade him...

This innocent driver, he might still be driving, alive and well...

He shouldn't have gotten involved, and he certainly shouldn't have died here in such a tragic way.

A strong wave of dizziness washed over him, causing Conan to sway and turn deathly pale.

He bit his lower lip so hard it almost bled.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, and his body trembled slightly as he suppressed his emotions.

Shuichi Akai walked silently to his side, his tall figure casting a shadow.

He glanced at the horrific scene inside the taxi, a complex emotion flashing deep within his dark green eyes.

This taxi driver died because of his decision.