Detective Conan: Starting with Yukiko covered in black stockings!

Time passed second by second, each second like a heavy hammer pounding on his heart.

The power of the energy vortex grew stronger and stronger, and huge cracks began to appear in the ground around the laboratory, as if the earth itself was about to collapse under the influence of this force, emitting a dull rumble, as if the earth was groaning in pain.

While collecting the parts, he also had to be constantly aware of the dangers around him, avoiding any falling debris.

After a tremendous amount of effort, Conan finally succeeded in repairing and activating the second device.

Another beam of light shot out, merging with the previous beam and pointing into the depths of the laboratory.

Conan knew that the last crucial piece of equipment was there.

However, by this time, the laboratory's structure had become extremely unstable, with boulders and steel beams constantly falling. The path leading deeper into the laboratory was fraught with danger, and every step could be a trap leading to hell.

He took a deep breath, looked in the direction the light was pointing, and a sense of determination welled up in his heart. Without hesitation, he rushed in that direction.

However, Conan did not hesitate at all.

He took a deep breath, as if exhaling all his fear, and rushed toward the direction the light indicated.

Along the way, he constantly dodged falling debris, relying on his agility and unwavering belief, like a warrior charging through a hail of bullets, step by step approaching the last critical piece of equipment.

A huge rock came crashing down on him. He dodged it with a quick step, but accidentally cut his arm on a nearby steel bar, causing it to bleed profusely. However, he ignored the pain and continued to rush forward.

A sharp pain shot through his arm, but he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and continued forward into the danger.

Finally, Conan found the last crucial piece of equipment.

The device was pressed down by a huge stone slab, surrounded by twisted metal and broken glass, like a buried treasure.

Conan exerted a great deal of effort, his hands blistered and bleeding, before he finally managed to move the stone slab, revealing the main body of the device.

However, the device appeared to have suffered a severe energy shock; its surface was covered in cracks, and all the indicator lights were off, like a dying patient.

He looked at the equipment and felt a surge of worry, but he did not give up and quickly inspected it.

Conan quickly inspected the equipment and found that its core components were damaged.

Chapter 357 Life-or-Death Rescue

But he did not give up. Based on his deep understanding of the countdown device and the clues he had collected before, he decided to make a bold modification to the device.

He collected some unusual materials from the surrounding ruins, materials that shimmered with an eerie light in the dim light.

He used these materials to temporarily replace and repair the core components of the equipment, handling each movement with utmost care, as if performing a delicate surgery that concerned life and death.

He operated the equipment with complete focus, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the machine, but he remained completely absorbed in the modification.

While Conan was busy repairing the equipment.

After the special operations team successfully resolved the crisis at the abandoned laboratory, the city seemed to be revitalized, gradually returning to its former hustle and bustle and tranquility.

As always, the morning sun shines on the streets and alleys, bestowing warmth and light upon every corner.

On the streets and alleys, people were busy with their lives as usual. Office workers hurried to work, children ran happily to school, and vendors enthusiastically solicited business, as if the crisis that almost destroyed the city was just a distant nightmare.

However, beneath this seemingly peaceful surface, an undercurrent, like a giant beast lurking in the deep sea, is quietly surging. The oppressive and dull tranquility, like the deathly stillness before a storm, makes one feel vaguely uneasy.

Vermouth, a mysterious figure with a legendary reputation in the dark world, has always been like a ghost of the night, her whereabouts elusive.

She possesses astonishingly high-level disguise skills, able to perfectly impersonate anyone, as if she had the magic to change her appearance; her infiltration skills are even more unparalleled, always able to enter and exit the most heavily guarded areas as if they were empty.

This time, she set her sights on the heavily guarded Metropolitan Police Department, which was as impenetrable as an iron fortress.

Her eyes were like deep black holes, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, concealing endless secrets.

This time, what she is pursuing is a deeply hidden secret, as mysterious as an abyss – “Project Twilight”.

All indications suggest that this plan is far from ordinary; it is like an iceberg hidden beneath the deep sea, with only a tiny portion visible above the water, yet the conspiracy it contains is enough to unleash a storm and completely alter the world's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing the overall structure, environment, and overall structure).

The whereabouts of that core information is undoubtedly the key to unlocking the secrets of this iceberg. It is of utmost importance, and if it falls into the hands of someone with ill intentions, the consequences will be unimaginable.

As Vermouth moved with ghostly grace through the Metropolitan Police Department's intricate, labyrinthine corridors, her cheetah-like intuition instantly detected a faint yet eerily unusual presence.

The aura was like a shadow appearing and disappearing in the darkness, elusive yet undeniably present.

Like a hunter tracking its prey, she followed the clues silently, each step light and cautious, as if afraid of disturbing the dust in the air.

Finally, she noticed that the Superintendent General of Police was in a hurry, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, glistening with panic under the light.

The director is directing a group of well-trained subordinates to secretly transfer the core data of "Project Twilight".

The documents were carefully placed in a specially made safe, the box gleaming with a cold metallic luster, as if proclaiming its importance to the world.

The security personnel around were all tense, as if facing a formidable enemy. Every glance revealed vigilance, and their bodies were taut, ready to deal with any emergency at any moment. The atmosphere was so tense that it seemed as if sparks were flying in the air, ready to explode at the slightest disturbance.

Vermouth knew that this was a golden opportunity, and that it would not come again.

Her figure flashed like a shooting star in the night sky, so fast that no one had time to react, and she appeared in front of everyone in an instant like a black phantom.

The Superintendent General and security personnel were like startled wasps, stunned by this sudden turn of events. For a moment, the entire space seemed to freeze.

But they were well-trained and quickly calmed down. Almost simultaneously, they all drew their weapons, the dark muzzles of their guns pointing directly at Vermouth, as if she would be riddled with bullets if she made the slightest move.

Vermouth's lips curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous yet confident smile, as if everything before her was under her control.

Chapter 358 Overwhelmed

She calmly and swiftly drew her two guns, her movements as natural and fluid as flowing water, the gun barrels gleaming coldly under the light.

She then engaged in a fierce exchange with the other party.

In an instant, gunshots rang out in the Metropolitan Police Department, like firecrackers exploding in unison. The deafening sound echoed continuously in the narrow corridor, making people's eardrums ache.

Bullets rained down on the corridor, sending up blinding sparks and riddling the surrounding walls with holes.

Vermouth was like a dance master, dancing gracefully amidst a hail of bullets with the agility of a cat and the legendary skill of a marksman.

She moved with agility, skillfully dodging the enemy's dense, tidal wave of attacks. Each dodge was perfectly timed, as if she had pre-arranged the trajectory of the bullets.

At the same time, she retaliated with unparalleled precision, each shot carrying a deadly threat; the bullets seemed to have eyes, accurately striking the enemy's direction.

The security personnel were thrown into chaos. Their once-organized defenses began to show gaps, and some were overwhelmed.

Meanwhile, the Superintendent General paced anxiously back and forth, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the veins on his forehead bulging like twisted earthworms.

He was well aware of the importance of these core documents; if they fell into the wrong hands, the consequences would be unimaginable, like a catastrophe about to befall him.

So he shouted himself hoarse as he directed the security personnel, trying to keep the situation under control. His voice was hoarse from anxiety and sounded weak under the cover of gunfire, but it was full of urgency.

In this fierce firefight, Vermouth gradually gained the upper hand thanks to her exceptional combat skills and calm mind.

Like a cunning fox, she skillfully used her surroundings, sometimes hiding behind a sturdy pillar like a ghost, causing enemy bullets to strike the pillar in vain with dull thuds; at other times, she leaped over a desk like a nimble antelope, instantly changing position, making it impossible for the enemy to predict her movements.

She was like an invisible shadow, moving freely through the enemy's lines, constantly searching for a breakthrough.

Her eyes were firm and cold, constantly observing the enemy's every move, searching for the best opportunity to attack.

However, just as she was preparing to pounce on the data like a raptor, the situation suddenly changed dramatically.

At the critical moment, Amuro Tooru led the public security forces and swiftly surrounded the building like divine soldiers descending from the sky.

The piercing siren, like lightning ripped through the night sky, suddenly rang out outside the building. The ear-piercing sound broke the tense atmosphere, but also brought new variables.

The police force stormed into the Metropolitan Police Department with lightning speed, like a tidal wave.

Amuro Tooru was well aware of Vermouth's danger; she was like a bomb that could explode at any moment, making it impossible for anyone to be careless.

At this moment, his expression was as serious as the solid ice of winter, and his eyes revealed an unwavering determination, like a burning torch, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through all obstacles and reach the goal.

He led his team members to quickly and bravely approach the location of the firefight, their steps neat and powerful, each step seemingly treading on the enemy's heart.

When Amuro Tooru led the public security forces to the scene in a menacing manner, he found that the situation was somewhat beyond his expectations.

The Superintendent General vanished without a trace, leaving only a group of injured security personnel lying haphazardly on the ground, groaning in pain, their faces filled with terror and agony.

Several other people who appeared to be his doubles also lay sprawled to the side, their clothes stained red with blood.

Amuro Tooru inwardly cried out in alarm. His keen insight instantly realized that the director had anticipated this situation and had meticulously prepared a double in advance, while his real body, taking advantage of the chaos, escaped to the final altar with the documents like a cunning fox.

Amuro knew all too well that if the core information of "Project Twilight" fell into the hands of the enemy, it would be like opening Pandora's box, with unimaginable consequences, and the whole world might be plunged into an abyss of no return.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly directed the public security forces to launch a pursuit operation.

After briefly questioning the injured security personnel, Amuro Tooru, relying on his excellent reasoning ability and combining the clues at the scene, roughly outlined the director's possible escape route.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he led his team to relentlessly pursue the trail, their momentum like a surging torrent, unstoppable.

Chapter 359 encountered many obstacles.

The team members all had serious expressions and their eyes revealed a firm belief. They followed closely behind Amuro Tooru, like a pack of well-trained hunting dogs, rushing towards their goal.

Meanwhile, Vermouth was not idle either.

Although she was somewhat surprised by Amuro Tooru's sudden appearance, her composure, cultivated over many years in the underworld, kept her from panicking.

She quickly weighed the pros and cons and realized that at this critical moment, preventing the director from taking the data away was the top priority, so she decided to cooperate with Amuro Tooru temporarily.

After all, their goals are the same: to avert this potential world-destroying crisis.

So, she followed the police force stealthily like a ghost, hiding in the darkness, like a cheetah lurking in the shadows, quietly waiting for the best opportunity to strike.

Her eyes gleamed with vigilance and anticipation as she kept a close watch on the situation ahead, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at the crucial moment.

During the pursuit of 330, Amuro Tooru and his team encountered many obstacles.

The director seemed to have meticulously set up a series of traps and obstacles along the escape route, like a giant maze, in an attempt to delay the pursuit.

Once, when the public security troops were passing through a narrow passage, the walls on both sides of the passage suddenly opened like the gaping maws of monsters, firing a dense barrage of bullets that rained down, leaving no place to hide.

The team members had to quickly find cover to take refuge. In an instant, dust filled the tunnel, smoke filled the air, and the pungent smell of gunpowder permeated the entire space.

Amuro Tooru calmly observed his surroundings, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, and quickly spotted the enemy's weak points in firepower.

He shouted orders to his team, his voice firm and powerful, echoing like a booming bell in the passageway: "Concentrate your firepower and break through in that direction!" He led everyone to focus their firepower on that weak point and break through.

Amidst a hail of bullets, the team members bravely charged forward, disregarding danger and forging ahead. With their indomitable will and outstanding combat skills, they finally succeeded in overcoming this obstacle and continued their pursuit towards the final altar.

As the pursuit deepened, Amuro Tooru and the others gradually approached the final altar.

This altar is hidden in an ancient forest on the edge of the city, as if it were a mysterious place forgotten by time.

A mysterious and eerie atmosphere permeated the forest. Ancient trees blocked out the sun, and sunlight could only filter through layers of branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows that resembled scales on the earth.

The trees were of various shapes and sizes; some were twisted and gnarled, as if their bodies had been twisted by some evil force; others towered into the clouds, their trunks so thick that several people could not encircle them.

As they stepped into the forest, a sense of oppression washed over them, as if invisible eyes were watching their every move in the darkness, sending chills down their spines.

The rustling of leaves in the wind could be heard from time to time, like the whispers of creatures hidden in the darkness, making one's nerves involuntarily tense.

Suddenly, a group of men in black appeared from all directions like ghosts, blocking their path like a pack of well-trained wolves.

These men in black were clearly guards assigned here by the director; they were well-trained, agile, and moved in a synchronized and powerful manner.

They held weapons in their hands, their eyes revealing a fierce and ruthless light, as if they were ready to tear the enemy in front of them to pieces at any moment.

Amuro Tooru and his team quickly formed a battle formation, like a well-trained army, ready for battle.

A fierce battle erupted instantly, with the two sides clashing in close combat. Shouts of battle and the clash of weapons mingled together, echoing throughout the entire forest.

The men in black surged forward like a tide, attempting to break through the police force's defenses, while the police force stood like a solid fortress, stubbornly resisting the enemy's attack.

During the battle, Amuro Tooru demonstrated extraordinary combat skills and outstanding leadership abilities.

He skillfully dodged the attacks of the men in black, each dodge perfectly timed, as if he could predict the enemy's movements.

His body was as agile as a spring, sometimes dodging enemy attacks to the side, sometimes bending down to avoid flying blades.

At the same time, he seized the opportunity and pounced on his opponent like a tiger, delivering a fatal blow. Every punch and kick contained powerful force, causing the men in black to fall to the ground one after another.

His gaze was firm and calm, constantly monitoring the situation on the battlefield and directing the actions of his team members.

Chapter 360 Otherwise, all our efforts will be in vain

Under his leadership, the team members were in high spirits, fought bravely, and never backed down.

They cooperated closely and supported each other, forming an unbreakable defense line.

Some team members were responsible for confronting the enemy head-on, while others flanked and encircled them from the sides, putting immense pressure on the enemy.

Meanwhile, Vermouth was looking for an opportunity. Like a cheetah lurking in the darkness, she kept her eyes fixed on the battlefield, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

She knew that at this crucial moment, every action had to be precise, or all her efforts would be in vain.

She lay silently in the shadows, observing the changes on the battlefield, waiting for the moment that would decide the outcome.

After a fierce battle, the public security forces finally defeated the men in black with their tenacious will and excellent combat skills.

However, as they continued forward and arrived at the final altar, they found that the Grand Master had been waiting there for a long time.