Conan: Someone is always trying to murder me

Under the bright moonlight, an Apache armed helicopter flew quickly toward a certain place from the night sky. On this armed helicopter, there were several fully armed people sitting on it, holding various firearms.

One of the men had a stern face, sharp eyes, and a pair of falcon-like eyes full of murderous intent and ruthlessness. He stared directly at the text message that had just been sent and remained silent. But the sudden drop in temperature around them made the armed men nearby, who looked like cannon fodder for the organization, tighten their hearts and tremble.

Stop the action! ?

An unintelligible sneer appeared at the corner of Gin Jiu's mouth. He tapped the armrest with his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed out.

The action has already begun, how could he give up halfway because of an inexplicable text message from an arbitrary woman, even if this woman is the one that the gentleman loves!

"I never like wasting my efforts."

With a cold whisper, Gin put away his phone and closed his eyes gently, as if recharging his energy for the upcoming killing.

"Haha~" Chianti, who was wiping the sniper rifle in his hand, heard Gin's cold voice, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, as if he understood something, and then shouted loudly to the driver:

"How long will it take to reach the destination!"

"Five minutes!"

"There are still five minutes left..."

The swallowtail butterfly pattern tattoo on his left eye seemed to be vibrating, as if a real butterfly was trembling its wings. Chianti licked his dry lips, and a nervous smile gradually appeared on his face.

"..." Cohen still looked at her in silence.

~~~

"Hey, please come with us, Mr. Ruyue Fengshui."

After understanding the whole story, Officer Memu sighed softly, then waved his hands to signal the two subordinates who were escorting Ruyue Fengshui, and turned around to walk towards the elevator.

Really just here to arrest people! ?

wrong! !

Fujioka Takamichi felt a little relieved. He had been looking at the back of Officer Megure before retracting his gaze. Then he turned to Hiroshi Fujimoto, but he noticed something was wrong out of the corner of his eye.

I saw two men slowly gathering and moving in the direction of Fujimoto Hiroshi. Fujimoto Hiroshi focused most of his attention on how to play the role of a reporter attracted by the case, and did not notice the danger around him.

The sharp-eyed Fujioka Ryūdō discovered that these two men, who were inconspicuous among the guests, seemed to be two of the many police officers who had silently followed Officer Megure just now.

Um! what's the situation?

Shouldn't it? !

Fujioka Ryūdō's expression changed slightly, and he realized that something was wrong. His eyes quickly moved and scanned, and fell on Ishimoto Junpei's accomplices.

Sure enough, he immediately noticed something strange about the situation around his accomplices.

The large number of police officers appeared in every corner of the venue in twos, twos, and threes at some unknown time, and intentionally or unintentionally separated his accomplices from the guests.

hateful! !

The last bit of luck in his heart turned into ashes. A ferocious look flashed across Fujioka Ryūdō's face when he instantly realized that his accomplices had been exposed. He did not hesitate like the other villains. He decisively reached into his pocket. There was something hidden inside. A small square box.

Then, with his hand in his pocket, he skillfully opened the lid of the box as a protective device, and finally pressed the button under the lid without hesitation.

This is another preparation he made for this planned operation, and it can also serve as a retreat for the mercenaries if their plan fails.

That's art!

That is, explosion!

"Um?"

Kishida, who had been secretly observing Fujioka Ryuichi, frowned and was about to take action.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several explosions suddenly sounded from downstairs, and the entire skyscraper seemed to shake a few times, shaking the fear out of the guests present.

"There's a bomb!?"

"Ahh~"

"What's going on? What's going on?"

The guests, who had just witnessed an attempted murder case, were suddenly comforted by a bomb.

At this moment, various uneasy thoughts flashed in different people's minds.

Why are there still bombs?

Akai Shuichi, who was hiding in the crowd, frowned slightly. Just in case, he and his companions were staring at this group of inhuman "little kittens" today. He was sure that these people would not have any extra time in the building. Plant the bomb.

Could it be...

Do they have unknown accomplices? !

Just as uneasy as Shuichi Akai was Hiroshi Fujimoto.

The moment his real BOOS pressed the explosion button, after his eyes met BOOS's eyes, Hiroshi Fujimoto finally reacted in an instant.

After discovering the policemen who had approached him at some point, and realizing that they were stunned by the sudden explosion, Fujimoto Hiroshi, who was a battle-hardened mercenary, made a judgment and decision immediately.

"Do it!!"

Fujimoto Hiroshi shouted, raised his right foot sharply, and kicked the police officer standing beside him in the lower abdomen.

Before the police officer beside him had time to react, his body leaned back as a reflex, and he quickly raised his right hand to block Hiroshi Fujimoto's attack. Unfortunately, Hiroshi Fujimoto's right leg took the opportunity to kick him in the chest.

After killing the passerby police officer who was obviously an expert with a sneak attack in an instant, Hiroshi Fujimoto quickly moved his hands to his waist before retracting his right leg, and a black pistol was held in his right hand.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at another passerby, Police Officer B, who had just reacted, and he quickly pulled the trigger with his finger.

boom! !

"ah!"

With a loud bang, the expected police officer did not fall down, but instead a screaming figure flew out.

Fujioka Ryūdō watched Fujimoto Hiroshi fly backwards, and landed on the ground with the crisp sound of silver coins that flickered with electricity.

this.

His eyelids twitched, and following the source of the loud noise, he saw a guy raising his left hand, but he didn't wait for him to make any move.

"Get down quickly!!"

Kishida shouted loudly as he just put down his left hand. Akemi protected Haibara and lay down in a tacit understanding, and pulled a table down in front of her.

Bang bang bang! !

At the same time they were hiding, gunshots rang out one after another, accompanied by deafening screams and screams, and the entire venue was in chaos.

"Ahh~~!"

"Ahhh!! Help!!!"

It’s over!

Ruined!

There is going to be a big shock in the island country!

Officer Memu dodged a stray bullet with a pale face. Sweat was pouring from his forehead, and he was completely confused.

Everything happened so fast, from the explosion to the flash of gunshots, that his mind suddenly shut down.

You know, most of the guests who can be invited to attend the Twin Towers Skyscraper today are the elite and upper class people of the island country!

Normally there would only be one or two casualties, but now there are so many...

I am a sinner!

But, no matter what, no matter what the punishment will be afterwards, the immediate crisis must be solved now.

Every one can be saved!

Officer Memu's painful thoughts flashed through his mind, but his eyes became more determined.

Eyes widened!

When he came back to his senses, he was about to take action.

Huh! ? (???д ???)!? ?

what happened?

Officer Memu's eyes widened, and his face was full of confusion: "Who am I? Where am I?"

The venue, which was filled with gunshots just a moment ago, suddenly became quiet for a moment, just like the students who were noisy a moment ago suddenly found the class teacher standing outside the window, and fell silent for an instant.

The venue could only faintly hear groans of pain, including a few guests who were unfortunately shot, and even the gangsters who were shooting randomly with guns just a moment ago...

Officer Megure blinked, looked at the gangster lying on the ground, and then looked at the situation around them.

There is a football that appears out of nowhere, and a little boy in a suit half-kneeling not far from the football; there is a female high school student who is gasping for breath and regaining her posture; there is also a famous detective who is doing POSS;

There is also a squinting man with a warm smile on his face, but there is a gangster lying inexplicably at his feet; and a female celebrity in the corner with a frightened face, holding a chair in her hand, and inexplicably lying underneath her Looking at a gangster, looking at the scattered tables and chairs around, it seems that the gangster unfortunately tripped and fell, and then was knocked...

"..."

Seeing this, Officer Memu blinked again.

What exactly is going on?

So, am I winning again? ?

Although he was very confused in his heart, Officer Memu, who was accustomed to winning for no apparent reason, waved his subordinates, who had been completely useless just now, to arrest the group of subdued gangsters. He also picked up his mobile phone and prepared to call an ambulance.

"I can tell, they all have special skills..."

Seeing this, Kishida also curled his lips and chuckled at Akemi, who had half of her head exposed from the table.

He also held a few special cards in his right hand. Unfortunately, before they could be used, the gangsters had been neatly dealt with.

All we can say is that their mistake was doing something in front of this group of inhumans...

Kishida muttered in his heart and did not take back the card. Instead, he focused on the equally confused Fujioka Ryūdō.

Um? !

Fujioka Ryūdō, who was still expressing his luck at being able to hide the identity of his boss behind the scenes, was startled when he noticed Kishida's gaze. He scratched unconsciously with his hands, feeling that the more he scratched, the more itchy he became.

itch?

correct!

Fujioka Ryūdō's eyes lit up, his thoughts moved, and he immediately started mumbling.

"It's so itchy, so itchy!"

These few words were repeated over and over again, as if they were trying to remind Hiroshi Fujimoto, who had just been put on a pair of silver bracelets by the police and put on a shelf.

It's a pity that this guy has not completely recovered after being hit by the coin at full power. Kishida judged that he probably had a few broken ribs.

"stop fighting!"

After picking his ears, Kishida walked towards Fujioka Ryūdō, who was still mumbling.

"No, I'm really itchy!"

Fujioka Takamichi took a step back calmly, only to find that several people were gradually surrounding him on both sides.

"Isn't it just allergies?"

Kishida curled his lips and cut the various cards in his hand back and forth, as if he was hesitating which one was better.

"Huh?" Fujioka Takashi's pupils shrank.

"Mr. Fujioka, if you are allergic to paint, it is best to see a doctor as soon as possible."

Takagi, who had always been invisible, followed and surrounded them. I don’t know if he learned bad things from Kishida. His originally serious tone actually sounded a bit teasing.

“Ha, ha! I remember, I am indeed allergic to paint. No wonder I itch so much. Officer, you are right. I should see a doctor as soon as possible...”

For the second time, Fujioka Takamichi put away his luck and smiled dryly. He chattered on, attracting the attention of Takagi and others, but his eyes scanned around and then fell on a little girl not far away.

This distance only takes...

three seconds!

As soon as he made his judgment, Fujioka Takamichi made up his mind.

“Yes, it’s you!”

However, Kishida, who noticed his intention, cracked his mouth, picked out a blue card, and pinched it with his right hand towards Fujioka Takamichi who was about to take a step.

Coincidentally, Kishida was also annoyed by this guy’s buzzing, so he could only ask him to be quiet.

Wait, why would I use "buzz buzz buzz"? !

Kishida, who had extremely sensitive ears, was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted and looked out the French window in astonishment.

Then, his eyes widened!

Now!!!

Seeing this, Fujioka Takamichi was delighted, kicked his legs, and rushed towards the little girl...

3!

2!

1!

She's saved!

He counted down in his heart, just as his hands were about to touch the little girl.

"Bang!"

A bullet shattered the glass, and as the glass shattered, it shot Fujioka Takamichi's head straight.

Blood splattered, blooming into gorgeous plum blossoms!

The painting fell on the little girl's innocent and cute face.....

"Ah! ! ! !"

Then, screams resounded through the sky, seeming to cover the sound of the helicopter flying rapidly outside the French window, buzzing...