Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

She adjusted the focus, the crosshairs moving among the wreckage to ensure that any unusual movement could be instantly locked onto.

"Nothing has been found yet," Cohen replied, his voice still calm and even.

"Freward, keep a close watch on the pipeline area. Cohen, remain vigilant, focusing on the warehouse entrance, be ready to fire at any time." Gin's cold voice issued the orders, leaving no room for argument.

"OK~"

"learn."

Time flowed viscously in the silence.

Five minutes passed, and there was no further movement in that area, as if the warm flash of light from before was an illusion.

"What's going on? Why are you hiding and not coming out?"

Fryward's brow furrowed, his patience gradually wearing thin.

Chapter 447: Clean Up These FBI Hyenas

In the past, when she partnered with Otto, she always acted independently. Now, under Gin's command, that sense of rebelliousness that had been restrained and her strong confidence in her own judgment began to stir.

"We can't just wait like this," she said, subtly adjusting her center of gravity.

"Freward, stay where you are!"

Gin's order came again, colder and harsher than before, carrying a clear warning.

"...Fine." Flaward clicked his tongue, forcibly suppressing his impulse, but a sense of irritation grew in the silence.

Another five minutes passed in deathly silence.

The sea remained calm.

Fryward's brows were almost knitted together.

The other party was clearly testing their patience; this stalemate was not only consuming time, but also straining their nerves.

"This is not the way to go."

After speaking, before Gin could react, she deftly flipped out of the window from the shadows on the second floor of the workshop, quickly sliding down the pipes and protrusions on the exterior wall, landing silently with swift and fluid movements.

"I'll be the bait, Cohen, wait for the right moment to fire!"

She made a brief explanation over the channel as she moved quickly toward the pipe area in the shadows.

Cohen's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly at Fryward's unauthorized actions.

He slightly centered the scope in the direction Freward was moving, ready to fire at any moment.

With his sniper rifle slung over his shoulder, Fryward quickly approached the silent area of ​​pipe wreckage.

She stopped abruptly behind a huge, abandoned valve, using it as cover to cautiously and swiftly peek out.

At that very moment, a sense of crisis exploded like an ice needle.

Her battle instincts, honed through countless trials, made her duck and duck in the blink of an eye!

"call out--!"

Almost at the same instant she finished her movement, a bullet whizzed past her hair and slammed into the rusty iron behind her with a sickening thud!

"Cohen!"

With a low shout, Fryward nimbly rolled into a safer bunker behind the valve. His heart pounded violently at the sudden, deadly attack, but he was also filled with a surge of ferocity and excitement.

"Found it!"

Cohen was fully focused, his sniper rifle locked onto the person who had half his body exposed, and he pulled the trigger.

boom!

The bullet whistled sharply as it struck the figure in the darkness on the shoulder, causing the figure to stagger and fall behind cover.

Almost at the instant the bullet was fired, another bullet came hurtling through the air.

clang!

A sharp, metallic clang suddenly erupted from the gun in my hand!

A huge and sudden lateral impact struck his sniper rifle, which was protruding from the edge of the water tower, and hit the muzzle of the rifle precisely.

With the muzzle destroyed, the sniper rifle was rendered useless.

Cohen's heart skipped a beat, his arm muscles tensed, and he instantly pressed the gun back, while his gaze swept like lightning toward the dark direction from which the bullets were coming.

"Sniper position attacked, long-range accuracy lost. Jamming source locked on the connecting corridor!"

Cohen's voice came through the headset, and everyone realized that Shuichi Akai had appeared.

It wasn't just Shuichi Akai; there were others too.

"Cohen, move out and support Fryward. Take out these FBI hyenas."

Gin gave the order in a deep voice.

"learn."

After destroying the sniper's gun, Shuichi Akai moved swiftly without pausing, simultaneously pressing his earpiece.

“Judy, report the situation.” His voice was low but incredibly clear.

Judy's voice, strained yet still trembling with pain, came through the earpiece: "...The bulletproof vest protected my vitals, but my right arm...I've lost all feeling in it."

She took a quick breath and tried to keep her voice steady, "The gunman... is temporarily out of commission."

The bullet struck his right shoulder, which, for an agent who relies primarily on a pistol, almost meant the loss of his combat effectiveness.

Shuichi Akai's gaze darkened in the darkness. "Cameron! Cover Judy's evacuation!"

According to the deal with Amuro Tooru, Gin only had four people involved in this operation.

Cohen and Fryward sealed off the warehouse entrance, Vodka provided support from the outside, Gin was inside the warehouse, and Masumi was strapped with a remote-controlled bomb.

Knowing such detailed defenses was like opening a path to survival from a dead end.

Now that the sniper's rifle is useless and the high ground has been lost, another sniper has taken the initiative to appear as bait to distract the enemy, and the inevitable defeat has been broken.

All that's left is to save Jin-jun!

"Roger that!"

"Understood." Judy's weak but resolute voice came through, accompanied by the sound of wind as she ran.

In the darkness, Shuichi Akai quickly moved to the shadows outside the warehouse and looked at the pitch-black entrance that resembled the throat of a giant beast.

The interior was deathly silent, creating an eerie contrast with the sporadic sounds of gunfire outside.

But he could sense that in that silence, a pair of cold eyes were waiting for the prey to step in.

Taking a deep breath of the cold air, Shuichi Akai, like a cheetah poised to pounce, silently slipped out from behind the broken wall where he was hiding.

This warehouse can only be entered from three sides. Besides the main entrance, there are only a few wall openings and roller shutters on the sides, which allow people to sneak in.

He moved quickly along the shadows to a pre-prepared breach on the side of the warehouse.

With one hand supporting him, his agile figure, like flowing water blending into the night, silently invaded the corroded steel cavity.

The interior of the warehouse was more spacious and deep than he had imagined.

The murky moonlight leaked down through the high hole, forming a few lonely beams of light that barely illuminated the floating dust, but plunged most of the area into even deeper darkness.

The air was thick with the smells of old engine oil, rust, and a chilling sense of crisis.

As soon as he landed, Shuichi Akai knew something was wrong.

This location is completely exposed and has no cover.

next moment--

boom!

Gunshots rang out in the empty warehouse, echoing loudly!

He instinctively lunged to the side and rolled, the bullet grazing his shoulder, leaving a trail of blood, before hitting the concrete behind him and sending up a trail of debris.

Behind his original position was an abandoned oil drum, which was then hit by the second shot, sending sparks flying.

As Akai rolled, he swung his arm, and a smoke bomb flew out of his hand.

"laugh--"

Thick white smoke billowed out quickly and spread rapidly, obscuring Gin's line of sight for firing.

He moved swiftly through the white smoke, feeling the air currents created by the passing bullets, and hid behind a rolled-up piece of scrap steel.

The cold, metallic touch came from his back. He quickly adjusted his breathing, straining his hearing to its limit, trying to catch every sound from the other side of the smoke.

The gunfire had ceased, leaving a suffocating silence, broken only by the faint hissing sound of the smoke bomb.

"Shuichi Akai, you still haven't changed your way of sneaking in like a rat."

Gin's voice came from the shadows, cold and steady, with a cruel, cat-and-mouse-like pleasure.

His voice echoed in the empty space, as if it were everywhere.

Chapter 448 Now, throw away your gun

Shuichi Akai did not respond, but quickly determined the approximate location and distance of the sound source.

Gin continued, his tone increasingly cruel and amused, "What's the point of hiding? I prepared this stage especially for you."

He paused deliberately, making each subsequent word fall with perfect clarity:

"Come out. Or, would you like to hear your sister's screams? Her life or death is in my hands."

Shuichi Akai's heart sank to the bottom.

The transaction revealed that Masumi had a bomb on her, and the remote control was in Gin's hands. If the bomb and remote control in Gin's hands were not dealt with, there was no chance that Masumi could be saved!

He took a slow breath, pressing the cold air in his lungs and the surging anxiety deep into his heart.

When he spoke again, his voice had regained its absolute calmness, even carrying a hint of its usual coldness:

"A reverse psychology tactic, Gin? You're still the same as always."

Akai's voice cut through the thinning smoke, calm and unwavering, "However, since you're so eager for me to come out—"

"Brother Xiu, don't come out!"

Sera Masumi, who had been pretending to be unconscious, suddenly raised her head, her hoarse voice filled with a tearing anxiety.

Her wrists, bound behind her back, struggled more frantically, the rough ropes rubbing against her skin and causing a burning pain, but she was completely unaware.

Faster, faster...

Shuichi Akai's figure had already become clearly visible from the edge of the smoke screen.

The murky moonlight poured down through the hole in the ceiling, outlining his tall figure as a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, cold and solitary.

Almost simultaneously, another figure emerged from the deep shadows opposite.

The moonlight gently brushed against that striking silver hair, but cast a heavy darkness under the brim of the hat, completely engulfing the face.

Only the clear, upward curve at the corner of his mouth, carrying a hint of mockery and cruelty, appeared particularly eerie in the dim light.

Two figures stood facing each other in the empty ruins.

The night wind, blowing through the broken door, stirred up dust and ruffled their hair and clothes, as if destined enemies were clashing once again.

Gin's gaze slowly swept over the Akai siblings not far away, the corners of his mouth deepening with an undisguised cruel interest:

"What a touching sibling bond!"

He held his left hand steadily, the gun barrel pointing darkly at Shuichi Akai's forehead.

His right hand was casually raised, his fingertips hooking a black remote control, which he gently shook occasionally. The red button reflected a faint but dazzling light under the moonlight.

He glanced at Akai with a cold, arrogant air, as if he held the power of life and death.

“Now,” Gin’s voice wasn’t loud, but it cut through the wind and pierced the eardrums clearly, “drop your gun.”

"don't want--!"

Sera Masumi's voice almost cracked, her eyes instantly turned red, and she struggled to move forward, but was tightly bound by the ropes.