Conan and I start the hell-level main line

Kogoro Mouri completely ignored everything that didn't suit his mind and was simply so bold as to sit right in the middle with his back to the setting sun.

Conan wanted to call to inform them, but Kogoro Mouri ignored him and just pulled out the network cable.

"What phone call? Who cares about you? Really." Maori Kogoro said impatiently, picked up the newspaper, and then won the prize.

He picked up the mirror and looked at his handsome face. "By the way, I heard that the luxury cruise ship Aphrodite designed and manufactured by the Eighth Generation Group will officially set sail in a few days. Haha, it's a luxury cruise ship. Let's see if I can buy a ticket."

"Take Xiaolan on a long-awaited ocean trip. Oh, we can't forget Conan and Natsume. The last Ye Caisan incident was really a bummer. We have to have fun this time. Don't give me any more crappy cases."

(Hey, the flag has been successfully raised, please receive it when the time comes~)

"Come on, come on, win more prizes~"

With a glance, I saw two reflections in the mirror, reflecting bright light in the sunset.

At this moment, on the rooftop of the building opposite, Gin squinted his eyes and looked coldly at this unknown detective, who was so calm as if it had nothing to do with him.

Humph, the gun is aimed at your head, I want to see if you can still remain calm.

"What an honest man. I just broke the antenna, but he was so angry." Chianti raised her gun and aimed. Maori Kogoro actually walked into the center of her sight obediently and did not move. I really didn't expect it.

Cohen: "That guy seems to have something stuck in his ears."

Vodka: "Oh, maybe this guy is trying to listen to the bug he installed to see if there is any sound."

"Then I'll do as he wishes and let him hear our voices." Gin took out the bug wrapped in chewing gum and said to Leng Mo.

"Did you hear me, Maori Kogoro? Don't move. I'm already aiming at you from behind. I have something to ask you before a hole is punched in your suit."

"It's about your relationship with Shirley. The transmitter and bug you installed are very similar to the ones that woman installed in my car at the Beihu Hotel last time. Don't tell me it's a coincidence."

"Also, I found another transmitter and another bug at the time. Although the methods and types were different, the time of installation was almost the same. I know that it was done by those dishonest BND people, but why were they installed at the same time? Can you explain it?"

……

"Gin..." Conan's face darkened. His uncle was indeed implicated and suspected.

Natsume Xing frowned and asked, "Last time you told me about the Beihu Hotel incident, it was discovered that the two transmitters were installed at the same time?"

This is what Natsume Xing asked, but he was also the person involved, Fu Huashi, who was working overtime with Gin at the time, but he didn't know the specific details of Conan at that time.

But the 駮駅 hid it really well. If it weren’t for Conan’s hold back, he could have hidden it next time.

But... Can Gin please not park your car so conspicuously on the roadside? Now everyone knows that Porsche is referring to you. If you are so unscrupulous, whose car should it be?

"I'm not very clear about it either. I just know that it was installed by BND's槮関." Conan said, inexplicably recalling the scene of that day.

I remember that before them, there seemed to be two fathers who looked like ordinary people and were with their daughters.

Thinking back carefully, they were the car closest to Gin at that time, and it seemed that the car left only after they got close to it.

When I think about it, it’s like the agents are hiding on purpose and avoiding us on purpose.

Agent...So, that little girl is the 駮鷹? Wait, I remember this girl...

I think I saw it the last time I watched a football game, and it passed right in front of us.

Could it be that this 駮駮 has been paying attention to us all the time since it discovered the specialness of Ai and me?

Who are you pretending to be now, and what is your true identity...

……

"I'll give you ten seconds. If you plan to answer, use your left hand to take off your headphones and lift them up." Gin said with indifference as he looked at Kogoro Mouri who remained unmoved.

Conan was stunned, "Headphones? Oh, my uncle is listening to the horse racing broadcast."

Maori Kogoro's expression was bright, "Wow, if I win, it's the Wanma ticket."

(It's just cross-server chat.)

……

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

……

"We're here." Judy finally arrived in time after speeding.

On the other side, San Martin also arrived. This time he took out a sniper rifle and contacted James through the intercom, "If necessary, help me create opportunities."

James: "No problem, try to ensure Maori Kogoro's safety, please."

"Open the roof, hurry up!" Conan shouted. Fortunately, the equipment has not been used yet, and what he needs to do now is not to cause harm to the organization.

But to dispel Gin's doubts!

……

"Six, five, four, three, two..."

...

"One, GO!" Conan thought quickly and kicked out a missile football.

I'll just be a real naughty kid for once, Natsume-san probably won't scold me.

BOOM! ! !

At the critical moment, when fate was about to be decided, the missile football hit the glass, catching everyone off guard.

However, what is even more unexpected is...

BOOM! ——

The missile football directly broke through the glass. In the stunned and completely confused eyes of Kogoro Mori, he only saw a white light passing by before his eyes.

It was as if a yellow river and a stone bridge appeared before him, and an old woman was smiling at him...

Natsume Hoshi (囧): What the hell!! ? ? ? ?

Conan (￣(エ)￣): Damn it, I forgot to adjust the power...

Judy⊙△⊙: We didn’t seem to apply for missiles from the US military stationed in Japan, did we?

Gin(?_?): What the hell.

Maori Kogoro (Soul): You are really my good son-in-law. . (◣?◢╬)

... He wouldn't really faint, would he?

"Damn it, which bastard kicked the ball? Not only did it break my glass, it also hit me. It hurts so much!!!"

In the office on the second floor, Kogoro Mouri was furious and pushed open the window, which was only left with the window frame, and cursed.

"I'm sorry, I think I kicked too hard!"

Conan got out of the car in a flash, stood downstairs, opened his arms guiltily but still "openly", and spoke loudly.

"You call this kicking too hard? The person is about to be kicked to death..." Natsume Xing did not get out of the car, but stayed in the car and hid like Judy and James, trying not to be discovered by the organization.

You ask why.

Please, Gin knows Natsume-hoshi. If I show up here, how can I explain it later? It's better to have less trouble than more.

But then again, Mr. Maori is… actually fine? That was a genuine “missile” football just now.

Maori Kogoro was even more furious, "So it's you, you bastard, what a hateful brat, look at what you've seen, I'm going to beat you to death tonight, Xiaolan can't stop me, I say it!!"

Conan smiled helplessly. He really needs to apologize properly tonight.

"By the way, how's the horse racing going? Aren't you listening to the game with headphones?" Conan asked childishly as if it was a common occurrence.

Maori Kogoro was almost pissed off, "Gaia! It's all because of you that I lost my earphones. My game is ruined!"

On the top of the opposite building, the black side was also a little at a loss. Vermouth, Conan's godmother and traitor, spoke first.

"Haha, it seems it has nothing to do with him."

Gin was too lazy to care about all that and said gloomily, "Go ahead, get rid of the little devil too."

"OK~" Chianti and Cohen nodded, especially Chianti who was extremely happy.

“Wait a minute,” Vermouth still wanted to fight for it, and argued, “There is no evidence. If we rashly kill him who has a good relationship with the police…”

Click!

Vermouth's eyes narrowed as she saw Gin behind her pointing his gun at her.

"You're annoying, Vermouth. Is there something going on between you and that detective?" Gin's expression and tone weren't right, and his voice was deep and dark.

Vermouth smiled evilly, "Haha, so what if it is true?"

Gin snorted coldly and retracted his gun. "Humph, the guy who installed this thing was very careless and left fingerprints. After killing this guy, check the people around him, and we should be able to find out who did it."

boom!

The shuttle's bullets flew through the air and hit the transmitter and bug in Gin's hand, smashing it into pieces.

! ! "What..." Gin's pupils shrank slightly. There are still enemies?

Cohen immediately found the sniper point through the trajectory of the ballistic missile. "It's behind, that building!!"

Looking in the direction Cohen said, Xiao Jiajia was shocked. "How, how is it possible? It must be at least 700 yards away."

Chianti complained disdainfully: "What's impossible? Every mission of Lord Macallan is over 700 yards."

Vodka was speechless, but he made Gin next to him angry again.

"Give it to me." Gin snatched Cohen's sniper rifle and took aim.

These two losers can't even shoot at 650 yards, so they still have to rely on me.

A dark light flashed in Gin's eyes, and the one in the scope was... Akai Shuichi? !

In the sight, Shuichi Akai was seen firing a shot, and a bullet came straight towards him, gradually getting bigger in the sight and penetrating the sight.

boom!

The bullet pierced Gin's cheek, leaving a deep scar and a rare flow of sinful blood.

Apparently Akai Shuichi had been waiting here for a long time, with a smile on his face, "Finally I see you, my dear old enemy, my lover."

"Damn it!" Chianti would shoot even if he couldn't hit the target.

At this moment, another gunshot was heard not far away. The bullet hit the barrel of Chianti's sniper rifle and exploded immediately.

"Tsk, both guns are broken, who is it!"

"There!" Jäger quickly found the second sniper point using a telescope.

In the sight, San Martin smiled coldly and said, “Now it’s our turn to attack unilaterally.”

Akai Shuichi: "Don't kill people out of anger, just force them to retreat."

Saint Martin: “I understand~”

Now the FBI sniper is unilaterally suppressing the black team. Gin and his friends have to dodge again and again, and they are completely overwhelmed.

Shuichi Akai has a special liking for Gin. He fired two shots, both hitting Gin. Gin covered his chest in embarrassment and glared at them fiercely.

"FBI, so that's how it is. Humph, everyone retreat!"

A few people nodded, and rushed past like a gust of wind, and started speeding in no time.

St. Martin: "I'll go after them."