Zongman: People in Conan, raising cats and mice

Conan's eyes widened and he covered his mouth and nose with his hands, hoping to reduce the possibility of being discovered.

However, the continuous footsteps moving forward still made Conan's heart beat faster and faster.

"Since you little mouse has entered here, just follow us obediently!"

The masked man spoke with a hint of joking, and Conan's heart was about to jump out of his throat.

The masked man slowly walked to a pile of shelves and knocked them all over with a sweep of his leg. He turned over and came to a small cabinet behind the shelves.

He reached out and slowly opened the cabinet, revealing some old books hidden inside.

"Hmm? Did I make a mistake?"

The masked man was a little confused, and then the woman who brought Conan out before, Edogawa Fumiyo, spoke next.

"I was saying that after all, we have people strictly controlling the situation outside. How could someone get in so easily?"

Edogawa Fumiyo slowly came to the side of the masked man and said, "Let's go out and deal with the high school student who broke in for some reason. The rest of the accidents will be easy to handle!"

The masked man nodded at Edogawa Fumiyo's words. He took one last look at his surroundings and then withdrew his gaze.

Finally, the two of them, together with the tall man who came to trade at the beginning, walked outside together until they left the factory area.

Conan, who had been curled up in the gap between the shelves and waited with bated breath for the verdict, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After waiting for a while, Conan finally came out from the shelf, and then ran outside without any hesitation.

"Matsumoto, don't get into trouble--"

Conan murmured something, but the moment he ran to the door and opened it, Conan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Conan's eyes suddenly widened and he saw the gun pointed at his forehead.

"We meet again, little detective! Gin and the others gave you a chance. Although it was an accident, it's a pity that you didn't seize it, little detective!"

The masked man spoke in a cold tone. On his left and right stood the tall man who had come to trade before and Edogawa Fumiyo.

"If you had disappeared at that time, even an organization like ours would not have bothered you any more. It's a pity that you didn't cherish this rare opportunity to return to your childhood!"

"hateful!"

Conan fell to the ground, surrounded by three enemies at such a close distance. There was no cover around, and Conan didn't know how to hide.

If he ran around at this time, he could only compete with the gun to see who was faster. Maybe someone could do it, but Conan was extremely sure that he could never dodge the bullet directly.

"Oh, are you giving up? Don't you have anything to say? I can give you one last chance to say your last words~"

The masked man looked confident of victory, when suddenly a young voice came from behind him.

"It's a bit too early to say anything serious now~"

Matsumoto Akira walked in slowly, holding a rope in his hand, and tied to the rope were four men with bruised faces and noses.

Several men tied with ropes were in a coma, but they were still making unconscious screams and wails.

Behind Matsumoto Akira, a young lady who was not afraid at all was following there. As a kidnapped person, she did not feel any fear at all.

On the contrary, the young lady who had been kidnapped before was now holding a camera and taking pictures continuously with a warm smile on her face.

"Matsumoto, I knew you would be fine!" Conan's eyes were filled with shock and joy.

This guy Matsumoto's ability is indeed terrifying. It seems that the people outside have been dealt with, but who is the girl following him?

I clearly didn’t see any on the way here, could it be that they were just picked up?

"Oh? They actually got rid of our people outside directly? You are such a bunch of rubbish. You can't even delay a little bit of time. You thought you could get rid of you directly!"

The masked man seemed a little unhappy, but after a moment he calmed himself down and pointed the gun at Matsumoto Akira.

"But those guys out there are just a bunch of scum after all. They don't even know how to use a gun. Now I'll show you what it means to have a fast gun within seven steps, and a fast and accurate gun beyond seven steps!"

The masked man pulled the trigger in his hand, and the bullet in the pistol was fired instantly.

Almost at the same time, Matsumoto Akira raised the steel bar in his hand at an extremely fast speed and cut it with a knife.

However, both the wooden stick that Matsumoto Akira used to fight with, and the steel bars and pipes that he snatched from the group of people now, were round.

So even if Matsumoto Akira wanted to cut off the bullets shot at him, in the end he just let the bullets hit the steel bars in his hands and bounce away.

The powerful kinetic energy had no effect on Matsumoto Akira's hands at all, and was not even able to shake the steel bar in Matsumoto Akira's hand.

"It seems that the times have not become too big~"

Edogawa Fumiyo, who was watching the show on the side, couldn't help but complain and quickly ran to Conan's side, picked him up, took out a pistol and put it against Conan's temple.

"I admit that you are really fast, but I have a hostage in my hand. If you don't want me to kill the hostage directly, put down your weapon obediently!"

There was a threat in Edogawa Fumida's words, but Matsumoto Akira didn't care. He just turned around and looked at the young lady who came in with him and was just rescued by him.

Because of the reasons that had been explained before, the young lady was not nervous at all at this moment. Instead, she was shooting her own video with great interest.

"I'm so sorry, there's an innocent stranger with me after all, and if I really lay down my weapon, not only the hostage but I will also die!"

"Conan, if you are really unfortunate, I will definitely buy you a good grave! When you are cremated, I will definitely give you the most expensive package in the crematorium! The kind that can burn out gems!"

Matsumoto Akira had heard of similar services, but he had never tried them.

After hearing what Matsumoto Akira said, Conan could only look up at the sky with reluctance. Conan also knew that if he put down his weapon at this time it would be tantamount to suicide, so he never thought of asking Matsumoto Akira to put down his weapon.