Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

A bullet from behind struck the arm holding the gun.

The bullet pierced through the flesh and lodged in the bone, causing blood to splatter.

Her heart was pounding, her adrenaline was surging, the weakness in her legs had subsided, and Ran Mouri heard the sound of a bullet hitting something.

Qingze frowned slightly.

Was that shot in the back aimed at his head?

His right hand was still locked around her neck, while his left hand, holding the gun, did not tremble at all.

Ran wanted to open her eyes to see, but she knew that opening her eyes would be of no use at this time, so she could only keep her eyes closed so as not to affect Qingze.

Boom!

Gunfire continued, bullets whizzing past, sending shivers down my spine even though they weren't close.

This is what it feels like to walk on the edge of life and death, with the possibility of dying at any moment.

Even though it has happened more than once, it still subconsciously evokes fear.

But there are always some fears that are even more terrifying than these.

Qingze restrained Mouri Ran, preventing her from moving around.

The wound on his arm seemed to have no effect on him. He turned his gun and fired several shots at the unknown figure behind the red Ford Mustang.

Shuichi Akai took cover behind the car, but bullets struck the vehicle, creating several bullet holes.

The bulletproof vest blocked the fatal blow to his chest. Shinichi Kudo stood there, panting heavily, and took advantage of the moment when the two were engaged in a gunfight to push off with his feet.

The pebbles shot towards him like cannonballs. Qingze's pupils shrank, and he quickly bent over, hiding behind the car to avoid this attack, which was far more powerful than he could have imagined.

The stone projectile flew over the roof of the vehicle and hit a large tree in the distance.

Qingze heard the sound of a thick tree branch breaking and falling.

No, is it scientifically possible for a single kick to generate this kind of power?

The grip loosened, and Ran Mouri fell to the ground. Taking advantage of the blind spot, he quickly stuffed something into Ran Mouri's pocket.

"Lie still on the ground! You have the remote control for the car bomb in your pocket. Remember to detonate it when you have the chance."

The sirens were approaching. He whispered quickly, then bit the pin off the grenade and threw it at Shinichi Kudo.

As the grenade hurtled towards him, Shinichi Kudo's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

The world in his eyes slowed down for a moment. He quickly fell to the side, his body tumbling and landing among the trees and leaves on the slope.

boom!

An explosion rang out behind us, the car shuddered, and the shockwave sent countless rocks and leaves flying.

Qingze didn't look back at the explosion at all. Using the shock of the explosion as a buffer, his long silver hair, like a streak of light, quickly disappeared into the forest.

Chapter 123 Fortunately, they all survived.

Ran Mouri lay on the ground; the car had blocked most of the impact from the explosion, but she could still feel the ground shaking.

The explosions made her ears ring for a moment, and she couldn't help but open her eyes to see if anyone was injured.

As far as the eye could see, everything was dark and messy. As the explosion ended and the surroundings quieted down, I sat up and could no longer see Qingze.

She saw a disheveled person crawling out of the forest and running towards her.

"Xiao Lan, are you alright?"

Hearing the familiar voice and seeing the unfamiliar face, she spoke hesitantly.

"Shin...ichi? What happened?"

She looked around blankly and helplessly, "Where am I?"

Shinichi Kudo, panting heavily and looking disheveled, finally felt relieved to see that she was alright.

"It's alright, everything's alright..."

.

A thick black coat concealed the dripping blood as Qingze swiftly traversed the mountains and forests, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Beretta spun around in her left hand and slid down to her dominant right hand.

Before she even arrived, the bullet, carrying a chilling force that seemed to tear through the air, was aimed straight at Vermouth's face.

Vermouth was prepared.

The moment the sense of crisis arose, her body slid half a foot to the left like a snake, her silver curly hair whipping wildly in the air as a bullet grazed her hair and precisely pierced the tree trunk behind her.

A sneer came from the woods, and another bullet flew out of the darkness at lightning speed.

A sense of crisis triggered a frantic warning. Vermouth slid to her left, but this time, the bullet didn't even graz her hair.

"puff--"

A searing pain instantly tore through her right shoulder, and Vermouth heard the sound of bones shattering.

Warm blood flowed down her shoulder, and she staggered, crashing into a tree. With a cold face, she raised her gun, ready to fire.

boom!

Before he could pull the trigger, a bullet accurately knocked the gun out of his hand.

A silver-haired shadow appeared in the woods. He casually held the gun in his hand, slowly walked up to her, and pressed the muzzle against her forehead.

His tall figure loomed over them, his words carrying a chilling edge.

"Why aren't you hiding anymore?"

The burning pain from the gun barrel on his forehead and the chilling killing intent made his hair stand on end and his brow throb.

"Koniak!"

Vermouth stared intently at him, her hand resting on the holster at her waist, ready to draw her gun again at any moment.

boom!

Before she could react, a bullet struck her right arm, and blood splattered everywhere.

Looking at her, Qingze tilted his head slightly, a hint of confusion on his face.

"Is it because I've rarely shown my face these past few years that you think I'm easy to talk to? You actually dared to attack me from behind?"

Vermouth remained silent, only staring intently at him.

"not talking?"

Qingze kicked her in the chest, and the intense pain made Vermouth groan in agony. A metallic taste rose in her throat, and blood trickled from the corner of her lips. Her body instinctively curled up.

Another bullet came flying in.

This time, the ball hit the left leg.

Fresh blood instantly spread out, dripping down his clothes.

Vermouth's face was ashen, and she gritted her teeth, suppressing the metallic taste in her throat and the groan that was about to escape her lips.

She knew this would happen when she made the move; this person's vengeful nature had never changed.

But that shot was clearly aimed at the head, so why did it hit the hand?

boom!

Another shot, this time hitting his left upper arm, in the exact same spot where he was injured.

Four shots and a kick—if this isn't dealt with quickly, he'll bleed to death right here.

Vodka hid behind a tree, peeking around while trying to minimize his presence.

They just finished fighting others, and now their own people are fighting each other. This trip is fucking exciting.

Koniak's madness was mostly directed at himself. Even when seriously injured, he acted as if nothing had happened. The more serious the injury, the more ferocious he became. His madness was chilling.

He thought Vermouth was pretty crazy today. Koniak was confronting someone, and she shot him in the back. Wasn't that just asking for death?

However, she can't hide anymore at this point; if she does, Vermouth will really die.

"The police car is arriving soon, we have to leave quickly!"

Escaping is the only right thing to do; grudges and affections can be dealt with once we're in a safe area.

Qingze glanced at him indifferently, looking down at the woman leaning against the tree trunk, covered in blood and in a sorry state.

His eyes showed no emotion, as if the few shots he had just fired were merely a trivial matter.

"Vermouth, there will be no next time."

Vermouth swallowed the blood from her throat, her eyes blazing with fury.

"I'll tell you the same thing! If you dare to hurt my students again, I'll kill you even if I die."

Qingze glanced at her, then looked coldly at Vodka.

The gloomy face in the moonlight resembled his elder brother so much, and even more imposing when his killing intent surged. Vodka stepped out from behind the tree, feeling unusually uneasy.

"This woman shouldn't have been part of my instructions to you, right?"

He only sent Vodka to meet him, but didn't say he wanted to bring Vermouth along.

"She insisted on sitting in my car, and I couldn't get her out..."

Vodka was also wronged.

Vermouth called him, asking where he was, and insisted on getting into his car. He couldn't get rid of her, so he had no choice but to bring her along.

boom--

The bullet grazed his scalp, leaving a bright red vertical line, and his hat was knocked off. Vodka felt cold all over.

"You too, there won't be a next time."

Qingze put away his gun, opened the car door, and sat in the back seat.

As the sense of impending death subsided, Vodka quickly helped Vermouth into the passenger seat, handed each of them a first-aid kit, and then dutifully continued to drive.

Qingze removed the wig that was in the way, took off his trench coat, and roughly tore open the sleeves, revealing a bloody, dark wound on his arm.

He took out sterile gloves from the first-aid kit, put them on, and expressionlessly pulled out the bullet, performing simple disinfection, hemostasis, and bandaging.

Vermouth's arms were completely useless, but she still gritted her teeth and supported herself, starting to stop the bleeding.

The sirens grew fainter and fainter as the vodka-fueled car sped along, as if afraid Vermouth would bleed to death in the car before even reaching the base.

Qingze lowered his eyes, reviewing the day's events.

Shinichi Kudo's disguise was definitely done by Vermouth.

But he really couldn't understand what Vermouth's intentions were.

Is her angel not one, but a pair?

Hehe, two angels, both are important, right?

Qingze laughed sarcastically.

I'm afraid this angel will send her on her way.

He spared her life today because her existence was beneficial to Ran Mouri's identity.

But if there is a next time, even the King of Hell cannot save her.

……

As Shinichi Kudo checked on Ran Mouri, he noticed a beeping sound coming from the car next to him.

This is the sound of a timer, often used on bombs as a timing device.

"Not good! Let's go!"

A sharp, throbbing pain shot through his heart; the feeling was so familiar, he was about to turn back.

He braced himself on the ground with one hand, one hand covering his chest, large drops of sweat streaming down his forehead.

"Lan, quick! Get away from here!"