The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Kazami Yuya held up the binoculars and stood on the floor looking at the street corner from a distance.

More than half an hour had passed since the end of class at Didan High School, and Tangze hadn't appeared yet, which made him a little anxious.

"It's okay, Kazami." Seeing him staring with the binoculars again, a colleague from Group Zero standing behind him patted his shoulder reassuringly, "Aki Kara sometimes takes time off from school to go around Shibuya twice. It doesn’t matter if it’s a little later.”

"Hmm..." Kazami Yuya put down the telescope on the lens, revealing a pair of black and blue eye circles, trying his best to ignore the strong smell of instant noodles in the room.

Mr. Fukitani was away, and he was solely responsible for the entire deployment. He was not confident that he could target Tang Zezhao, so he simply rented an apartment not far from the Polo Cafe. Several people took turns to monitor him 48 hours a day. God knows what he was doing these two days. How it went.

"Keep on holding on, and it will be over soon." The colleague who patted his shoulder comforted him.

Feng Jian Yuya pressed his throbbing temples, but still said to the surveillance team uneasily: "It's the last day, don't relax."

Several people agreed in unison, and the room became quiet again. Yuya Fengmi took a deep breath, made a rotation gesture, and stood up from the window: "I'm going to sleep for an hour, and I'll change someone."

Before he could reach the sofa where he was taking a break, there was sudden movement from the surveillance team.

"Target appears."

"Target appears."

Kazami Yuya stumbled and straightened up strongly. He took a deep breath.

This guy Tangze might have been born to defeat him.

His heart was bleak, but he still calmly raised the walkie-talkie on his chest: "Group 2, the target has arrived at the designated location, prepare for action."

After saying that, he opened the tight door himself, took a breath of fresh air in the corridor, and walked towards the roof.

"Help!" A scream came from the rooftop. Pedestrians walking on the street stopped and looked up. They saw a woman wearing a uniform of Didan High School leaning out from the balcony on the roof of the apartment building and shouting loudly. With.

Some people nervously whispered to each other, and some pretended not to notice and kept walking with their heads lowered. Tangze, who walked to the door of the cafe, also raised his head and looked at the women on the balcony.

After another desperate and short scream, the woman on the balcony retreated into the house as if being dragged by something.

Right, that is it!

Seeing this scene, Feng Jian Yuya clenched his fist excitedly.

With the style that Karasawa has shown, he will definitely charge forward, and then——

Tang Ze stood downstairs and looked up for a few seconds, then silently took out his cell phone.

He put the phone to his ear and said something, then he turned away and walked into the Polo Cafe.

Kazami Yuya: "?!"

After one hour.

"Thank you very much for your help." With a smile on his face and a desolate heart, Yuya Kazami held the hand of the young man in front of him.

"You're welcome. Assisting the police is also a citizen's duty." The chestnut-haired high school student smiled brightly, which caused several girls outside the isolation line to take out their mobile phones and take pictures.

"This is the high school detective that has been reported a lot recently, Akechi, Goro? Is that his name?"

"The name is very similar to your father! He sounds like a powerful detective too."

"This is..."

"No matter so much, wow, the photo is so eye-catching..."

Hearing the enthusiastic praise of the crowd nearby, Yuya Kazami turned around and watched his colleagues disguised as female high school students and gangsters being put into the police car together, with tears in his eyes.

"A situation disguised as a case like this may be a prank at best... but based on my experience abroad, there have been vicious incidents in which this method was used to trap passers-by and even police officers." Akechi Goro looked serious. He said seriously, "Don't take this officer lightly."

"Sir, the police station said that someone called the police and reported witnessing a security incident that was suspected of being a prank..." As if on purpose, just when Goro Akechi was explaining this, a young policeman walked up to Yuya Kazami and lowered his voice. The voice reported.

Feng Jian Yuya: "..."

So Tangze was calling the police just now, right? The reason he didn't come up was because he found something wrong with this matter, right?

It's not necessary. It's really not necessary to be so sharp!

Did Mr. Furitani say something to him before he left that caused him to suddenly act cautiously?

Did you convey what you were supposed to convey well, Mr. Furitani? Don't cheat your subordinates who work overtime like this!

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Of course Toru Amuro, who was more than a hundred kilometers away, could not hear the inner cries of his subordinates.

He was speeding along the winding curves of Akina Mountain, his eyes fixed on the vehicle in front of him.

He turned the steering wheel wide and wide, twisting the body of the car against the drainage ditch, and once again shortened the distance from the vehicle in front of him at the turn.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the sound of a sniper rifle was heard, and the force of the sudden loss of balance pulled him outward. He cursed twice and had to hold on to the steering wheel to hold on to the vehicle that was starting to lose control. He reluctantly applied the brakes.

The scenery outside the car window rotated rapidly, drawing a long line of white smoke on the mountain road. After the car body deflected a full 360 degrees, it stopped dangerously at the edge of the road.

Amuro looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the black vehicle he was chasing had completely disappeared from his sight. He reluctantly hammered the steering wheel and made a loud whistle.

"Have you lost me?" Gin asked stiffly through the headset.

"The front wheel was hit by a sniper, it was Shuichi Akai." Toru Amuro replied gloomily.

"I told you not to chase." A lazy female voice intervened in the conversation between the two of them, and the clicking sound of a lighter could be heard vaguely. "We can't find Shuichi Akai. What's the use of chasing a few FBIs? He has snipers." Cover, there is nothing you can do."

Amuro Toru let out a "tsk" sound, tapping her fingers irritably on the leather that was hot from friction.

"Don't gloat, Belmode." Gin said coldly, "It's you who are tracing Karasawa Ikawa's network in the organization. It's your responsibility to miss him."

"I haven't missed anyone." Belmod seemed to puff out smoke into the microphone, and the blowing sound tickled the ears of several people in the channel. "I have already put him on the list and submitted it. It was you who insisted on participating in the mission. Without this list and Rum not being there to find out the details for you, you would be on the prison car heading to the United States now."

Was he exposed because of Rum?

Belmode is tracking down the Karasawa couple... Is Shuichi Akai related to them?

Amuro Toru's fingers were still tapping the steering wheel as if unhappy, and her mind was rapidly analyzing their conversation.

"Get in the car." Gin's cold voice sounded. Toru Amuro turned around and saw a black Porsche parked nearby. Gin glanced over from the passenger seat with a cigarette in his mouth.

He got out of the car, walked around to the right front wheel, took a look, kicked the smoking tire, and then got into the back seat of the Porsche.

"Chianti, have you found the sniper?" After picking up Toru Amuro, the vehicle started again, and Gin asked again.

"Damn, he seemed to have fired from a helicopter!" A thin female voice shouted in the wind, "Why do they have a helicopter?!"

Belmode smiled sarcastically: "Oh, FBI..."

Toru Amuro leaned on the back seat of the vehicle with his arms folded, looking at the scenery outside the window, frowning deeply, and muttered: "Tsk, FBI..."

Gin took a deep drag on his cigarette, and a cloud of smoke floated out of the window. He seemed to be trying to control his anger, and said in a dull voice: "Stop the team first, it may be an armed helicopter from the US military base. If we continue to pursue it, the scene will be too big. It will attract attention.”

"Hmph..." Belmod made two nasal noises with unknown meaning, which was full of ridicule.

Toru Amuro turned his head and didn't laugh because he was sitting on the gin cart. He just said, "Send me to Ota City. My things and the cart are still there."

Gin had always been impatient with his fellow mystics, so he said: "If you had taken less time on the road, that rat would have been dead."

Toru Amuro responded with a more mocking snort: "Who was tricked by the rat, causing the boss to call us for help?"

"Gin, if you don't like us, don't use the information we gave you." Belmode said in a teasing tone.

"Didi——" Gin immediately hung up the communication, pulled off the earphones and threw them away.

He bit the cigarette holder, took a deep breath, and then took another deep breath. He resisted the urge to take out the Beretta and shoot off the strange black skin on the back. He waved his hand towards the vodka and said, "Go to Ota City."

Amid the friendly exchanges between several code members, the hunt for Akai Shuichi officially failed.

More to come——