Detective Conan: Starting with Yukiko covered in black stockings!

The gale, carrying ice and snow, stung my face like a knife, as if countless needles were slicing across it.

They trudged across the ice field in search of the criminal gang's base.

The ice field was a vast expanse of white with almost no obvious landmarks, making it extremely difficult to find the base.

With each step, they could feel the ice beneath their feet making a crisp sound, as if it were about to crack and swallow them up at any moment.

After a search, they finally discovered the base hidden inside the iceberg.

The base was surrounded by various high-tech defense facilities, including automatically tracking laser weapons whose lasers flashed like red lightning on the ice surface; and sensor mines hidden under the ice, which seemed ready to detonate at any moment and turn everything to ashes.

Infiltrating is by no means easy.

But Cao Yu and his men did not back down. With their wisdom and courage, they carefully observed the patterns of the defense facilities, cleverly bypassed the defense system, and infiltrated the base.

Inside the base, they discovered that the criminal group was making intensive preparations.

On the enormous ceremonial platform were various mysterious props, including a crystal ball that emitted an eerie light, its glow flickering like a ghost, as if foreshadowing some ominous event; and metal implements engraved with runes, the runes shimmering with a mysterious light, as if summoning evil forces.

In the center is an artifact similar to the one Cao Yu was holding.

In that remote and mysterious corner of the world map, towering mountains stretch for 0.4 kilometers, like a sleeping dragon lying across the vast land.

The mountains are shrouded in mist, like a mysterious veil that isolates this area from the outside world.

Nestled within these unknown mountains, an ancient temple lies hidden in tranquility, like a pearl sealed by time, exuding a mysterious and alluring aura.

This temple has withstood the test of time for countless years, and every brick and stone is like a wise old man who has experienced many vicissitudes, silently telling the story of the weight of history.

Chapter 326 An Ominous Aura

The textures on the bricks and stones are like marks etched by time, outlining ancient and vicissitudes of stories. These stories are like treasures buried deep in the river of time, full of endless mystery, attracting countless explorers to their hearts' content.

On the walls of the temple, some faded murals can still be faintly seen. Although they have been eroded by time, one can still feel the glory of the civilization that once existed.

However, this sacred place is now shrouded in gloom, as if entangled by an evil curse, losing its former tranquility and peace.

A criminal gang had quietly arrived, shattering the long-standing peace of this place.

Their arrival was like a dark storm, bringing an ominous atmosphere to the temple.

The crime syndicate leader stood deep within the temple, like an evil statue, exuding a chilling aura.

He was tall, and his black robes fluttered in the dim light, making him seem like the embodiment of darkness.

The leader's face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, with only a pair of eyes that gleamed with madness and determination, as if he were possessed by a demon and had unwavering faith in the insane plan he was about to carry out.

This person is ambitious and attempts to unleash a powerful dark force capable of overturning the world order and plunging the world into utter ruin by activating a mysterious artifact.

This mysterious artifact emits an eerie light, seemingly containing endless evil energy.

The leader gripped it tightly with both hands, as if trying to integrate it into his own body to gain greater power.

He muttered incantations, the spells seeming to come from the depths of darkness, carrying an evil rhythm that echoed in every corner of the temple.

As the incantation was uttered, the surrounding air began to thicken, and dark power surged like an undercurrent, gradually converging.

In an instant, a dark force, like a surging black wave, swept in with overwhelming force.

This power was like an evil torrent that surged forth after the gates of hell were opened, carrying the momentum to destroy everything.

Wherever you go, the ancient walls of the temple seem like an old man who can no longer bear the weight, groaning in pain and low voice.

Cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, as if telling the story of the helplessness and struggle of time.

Stones fell with a rustling sound, raising clouds of dust that seemed like the sighs of history, spreading through the air and instantly filling it with a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere.

The entire temple trembled violently under the ravages of dark forces, like a crumbling island struggling in a dark ocean, on the verge of being mercilessly submerged and reduced to nothingness.

Cao Yu found himself in the midst of this chaotic and terrifying vortex, deeply feeling the horror and power of this dark force.

It was a power that seemed capable of devouring even the soul, sending a chill down his spine.

He knew that the situation was extremely critical, and the fate of the world was hanging by a thread, teetering on the brink of disaster. A single misstep would plunge the world into an endless abyss of darkness.

He gripped the mysterious artifact tightly in his hand, an artifact that seemed to have an inexplicable and mysterious connection to the one held by the crime syndicate leader.

The artifact trembled slightly in his hands, radiating a soft yet firm light, a light that seemed like a beacon of hope in the darkness, responding to the unwavering determination deep within his heart.

Cao Yu concentrated all his energy and mobilized the mysterious power within him that was closely connected to the cultural relics.

He closed his eyes, trying to establish a deeper connection with the artifact, feeling the mysterious power slowly flowing through his body.

He could clearly feel the light of the artifact colliding with the power of darkness, creating subtle ripples in the air.

The light flickered precariously under the fierce onslaught of darkness, like a weak candle in a storm, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

But Cao Yu gritted his teeth and, with his indomitable will, waged a silent yet thrilling battle against the forces of darkness.

His eyes were filled with determination, as if declaring to the darkness that he would never yield.

He knew that he bore the heavy responsibility of saving the world and could not back down at this critical moment.

At the same time, Amuro Tooru reacted quickly.

His eyes were sharp and determined, like a hawk locking onto its prey, and he drew his pistol without hesitation.

His movements were clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation, demonstrating his professional competence as a secret agent.

They fired wildly at the members of the criminal group, bullets whistling as they flew towards the enemy.

Each bullet, carrying Amuro Tooru's anger and determination, struck its target precisely with a crisp, loud gunshot.

Chapter 327 A Brilliant Idea

Each shot was accompanied by the enemy's painful screams, yet the enemy's numbers were numerous, seemingly endless, surging in wave after wave like a tide.

With the power of darkness bolstering them, the enemy grew increasingly frenzied.

Their eyes were filled with bloodlust and ferocity as they recklessly pounced on the special operations team, their frenzied appearance resembling that of puppets controlled by darkness, devoid of reason.

Amuro Tooru fired rapidly and accurately, each trigger pull marked by calmness and decisiveness, while simultaneously dodging enemy attacks with the agility of a leopard.

His figure moved freely amidst the hail of bullets, sometimes dodging enemy bullets to the side, sometimes crouching down to avoid enemy blades.

Every movement is full of the beauty of power and speed, as if performing a dangerous and exciting dance.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, constantly searching for the enemy's weaknesses and never missing an opportunity to counterattack.

He knew all too well that in this fierce battle, any negligence could have fatal consequences.

Conan was not to be outdone, using his small and agile figure to move freely among the enemies like a nimble swallow.

He skillfully dodged the enemy's fierce punches and kicks and wielding weapons, the attacks appearing as clear as if in slow motion to him.

He always manages to find an opening to evade at the last minute, thanks to his keen observation and quick reflexes.

He cleverly used the complex and unique terrain of the temple to create various troubles for the enemy.

The temple is filled with staggered stone pillars, recessed walls, and narrow passages, all of which become Conan's tools of combat.

His keen eyes spotted a huge stone pillar teetering on the verge of collapse, and a brilliant idea immediately flashed through his mind.

He seized the opportunity and deliberately lured an enemy to the foot of the stone pillar.

He first feigned defeat to lure the enemy into pursuit, and then, as the enemy approached the stone pillar, he quickly turned around and used all his strength to push the pillar.

With a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth trembled, the sound echoed within the temple for a long time.

The stone pillar fell with tremendous force, crushing the enemy beneath it.

The enemy let out a painful and desperate scream, which sounded particularly shrill in the darkness, as if it were an indictment against the forces of darkness.

Conan quickly turned around and, without hesitation, continued to engage in the fierce battle, seemingly tireless, with only one goal in mind: to stop the criminal group's insane actions.

His eyes were filled with determination and wisdom, constantly searching for an opportunity to defeat the enemy.

The crime syndicate leader stood on the high altar, looking down at the chaotic scene below, and let out a maniacal and ear-piercing laugh.

The laughter sounded like a roar from hell, full of arrogance and swagger.

He was dressed in a long black robe that seemed to absorb all light, making him appear exceptionally deep and mysterious, like the embodiment of darkness, enveloping him in an atmosphere of evil.

Wearing a crown inlaid with red gemstones, shimmered with an eerie and bewitching light under the shroud of dark power, she resembled a demon descended to earth, exuding a chilling aura of evil.

"You've come at the perfect time! Let you witness the destruction of the world!" His voice echoed through the temple like rolling thunder, filled with unparalleled arrogance.

It was as if the whole world was under his control, at his mercy.

He raised the mysterious artifact high with both hands, unleashing its power to its fullest extent, making the dark forces even stronger.

The dark forces, like a roaring beast, rampaged through everything around them.

Wherever darkness reaches, space seems to be distorted, and everything gradually disappears under the erosion of darkness.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, making it difficult to breathe, as if the whole world was about to collapse under the oppressive darkness.

The dark forces continued to grow stronger, forming a huge black vortex in the center of the temple.

The vortex seemed like an entrance to hell, exuding a chilling aura.

The vortex spun rapidly, as if it were about to mercilessly devour the entire temple and even the world within it.

Cao Yu knew that he had to stop the leader as soon as possible, otherwise everything would be irreversible and the world would fall into an abyss of no return.

He took a deep breath, ignoring the immense pressure from the dark forces, which felt like a massive boulder weighing millions of pounds, threatening to crush him.

But like a brave and fearless cheetah, he resolutely charged towards the altar.

Chapter 328 Dazzling Moves

The dark forces were like a pair of invisible yet powerful hands, trying to push him away.

For Cao Yu to take each step forward required tremendous effort, as if he were fighting against the entire dark world.

His body trembled slightly under the impact of the dark forces, but with his indomitable will, he moved forward step by step with difficulty.

His eyes were filled with determination, and he held only one unwavering belief in his heart: to stop the criminal organization and save the world.

His steps were heavy, but incredibly firm, each step like a declaration of war against the darkness.

A flame burned in his heart—a passion for justice and a sense of responsibility to the world—that sustained him onward.

Cao Yu encountered numerous obstacles on his way to the altar.

Members of the criminal gang swarmed around him like a tidal wave, launching a fierce and frenzied attack.

They pounced on Cao Yu like crazed beasts, their eyes gleaming with evil light.

Cao Yu used his special connection with the mysterious artifact to unleash a series of dazzling moves.

A soft light surrounded his body, a light that seemed like the dawn of hope, shining brightly in the darkness.

Each strike carried immense power; wherever the light touched, enemies were repelled, like fallen leaves scattered by a raging wind.

However, the enemy kept coming in, seemingly endless, wave after wave, like surging ocean waves, one after another.

The long battle gradually wore him down, and sweat soaked through his clothes, streaming down his face.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, each gasp accompanied by exhaustion.

But he persevered through gritted teeth, his conviction as unwavering as steel.

He knew he couldn't back down; the world needed his perseverance.

His gaze remained fixed firmly on the leader on the altar, and he silently vowed to stop his madness.

Just when Cao Yu was in trouble, Amuro Tooru and Conan arrived in time to help.

Amuro Tooru fired his pistol with precision, the gunshots echoing like a stirring battle song within the temple, drawing the enemy's attention.

He shouted loudly to cheer on Cao Yu, his voice full of power and encouragement, as if lighting a lamp for Cao Yu in the darkness.

Conan then took the opportunity to sneak up behind the enemy like a ghost, and with his wit and agility, delivered a fatal blow to the enemy.

The three worked together to form a tightly knit fighting team.

Like three incredibly sharp blades, they gradually broke through the enemy's defenses and steadily approached the area below the altar.

Their teamwork was impeccable, and every movement seemed to have been rehearsed countless times.

Amuro Tooru's precise shooting created an opportunity for Cao Yu and Conan to attack. Conan's agile maneuvering disrupted the enemy's rear, while Cao Yu used his powerful strength to clear the way ahead.

The trust and cooperation between them became their driving force, enabling them to keep moving forward despite difficulties.

As they drew nearer, a flicker of anger and fear crossed the crime syndicate leader's eyes.

Realizing his crazy plan might be thwarted, he increased the output of the mysterious artifact's power.