Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 359: He didn't even get a scratch in the life-or-death battle. How is he going to get reimbursed by his superiors when he gets back?

A crow flew across the pitch-black sky.

The owl in the tree turned its head in an eerie arc, glanced at the crow, and then looked down at the detached house below from which constant noises were coming.

"Why aren't you pretending anymore? Weren't you supposed to be a burglar breaking into a house? You even brought out handcuffs. Let me guess, are you from the police?"

Louis remained expressionless, stretching his limbs slightly. During their conversation, his arm had recovered considerably.

"Should we ask them again in the interrogation room?!"

Yuri shouted and leaped forward.

The room was too small, with limited space to hide. Louis, adhering to the belief that it would be stupid not to use a gun, fired wildly at Yuri.

This pistol, which should only have twelve bullets, fired nearly twenty. That's right, this Austrian Glock 17 pistol was modified to use special 7mm bullets, with a longer magazine and double the number of bullets.

Of course, this modification isn't all good; at least the accuracy and lethality of the bullets will decrease. But in such a small space, it's enough!

Yuri was indeed very fast, but he couldn't completely dodge the web of bullets. After dodging most of them, he still took four or five bullets with his body.

"Boss!"

Number 1 was a little worried, thinking to himself, "Is the boss an idiot? There's a pistol on the ground, pick it up!"

No, he could just throw his own at them and charge straight at them; wouldn't that be like offering himself up as food?
Yuri stared straight at Louis, his face expressionless. No blood flowed from the bullet holes; instead, bullets fell off with a series of thuds.

That's right, this is the same bulletproof vest as the one worn by Xia Chuan.

This item wasn't officially owned by the Japanese; it was seized from a certain assassin in the underworld. Because of its excellent bulletproof effect, it was requisitioned by Yuri.

Yuri thought to himself that he should also check out the dark web later; if he could buy a few items, the safety of his team members could be greatly improved.

Xia Chuan noticed it when he threw the punch, otherwise he wouldn't have let Yuri the bull charge.

Louis obviously hadn't expected this, because the bulletproof vest was so thin that it couldn't be seen from the outside. He was caught off guard and fell into the trap. By the time he realized what was happening, Yuri was already face to face with him.

This process is exactly the same as what Xia Chuan just did.

"You learn very quickly!"

"Gag him! He's so annoying!"

Yuri punched Louis in the face, then turned around and glared angrily at Xia Chuan. This kind of attitude of watching a show and then commenting on it is really annoying!
And he really did learn it, he was a little embarrassed.
Yuri and Louis were locked in a fierce battle. The pistol, which was out of ammunition, was no better than a fire poker and was thrown by Louis as a projectile.

A fierce, hand-to-hand combat officially began, with neither side holding back any strength, each wanting to kick the other's crotch as well.

the other side.

Number 1 rummaged around in the pockets, then looked at his shoes with some hesitation after realizing he had no pockets.

Everything here could be considered evidence, and the only thing I could use to shut myself up right now seemed to be the socks on my feet.

Xia Chuan noticed Number 1's expression and his lips twitched. This guy is something else. You can tell he has athlete's foot just by looking at his build.

Sure enough, Number 1 bent down and started taking off his shoes, then pulled up the socks on his feet.

Instantly, an indescribable odor began to spread in the entryway, the stench almost driving away Xia Chuan, who was closest to the entrance.

The two people fighting inside the room also smelled the odor and couldn't help but frown. Fortunately, the window had just been broken, and the outside air counteracted the smell, so it wasn't too overwhelming.

Number 1 had no idea how dangerous his socks were, and carefully rolled up and folded the socks in his hand.

"If you dare to stuff this in, I will definitely sue you for abusing a suspect when the trial begins."

Xia Chuan felt he could still struggle a bit more. Yuri was still being beaten, and if he broke free of his shackles, he didn't know if it would affect their rhythm.

"Sorry, most cases handled by our police force don't require going to court, especially those involving the Black Organization. Good luck!"

Number 1 chuckled, probably wanting someone to taste his socks for a long time. He was a little excited and immediately rolled them up to put them into Xia Chuan's mouth!
Xia Chuan would naturally not let the other party succeed; now that things had come to this, he could not afford to lose his innocence!
Before anyone knew it, he had the handcuffs in his hand, and before the lewd Number 1 could react, he unexpectedly handcuffed Number 1's right hand. Xia Chuan pulled the handcuffs back, causing Number 1 to spin 180 degrees, and then his left hand was also grabbed.

Kakakakaka—

Handcuffed behind the back.

Xia Chuan grew increasingly disgusted with the sight, picked up the sock from the other person's hand with his gloved fingers, and stuffed it into the other person's mouth.

Use his spear to attack his shield.

After finishing, Xia Chuan still felt a little nauseous. He went to the toilet, washed his hands, and threw away the gloves that had touched his socks.

Disgusting, not a single drop could be left!
Number 1 whimpered for a few seconds, seemingly overwhelmed by the smell of its own athlete's foot.

Kind-hearted Xia Chuan naturally didn't want the other person to continue suffering, even though the other person had just tried to stuff a smelly sock into his mouth.

With a swift motion, the knife fell, and Number 1, his eyes rolled back, collapsed unconscious with a "smack."

Yuri finally noticed what was happening, but because he wasn't taking the fight seriously, Louis kicked him away. After getting up, he couldn't care less about Xia Chuan and could only continue fighting.

Ichiro Ishimoto definitely has a high status, and a very high one at that.

He had encountered Gin or Vodka before, and had fought with members of the Black Organization in many places.

They exist both domestically and internationally.

But this person is different; he is ruthless and every move is deadly. If he hadn't been "trained" by his sister, he might not have been able to beat him.

"Come again!"

Yuri felt a surge of excitement, like he had met his match and was in high spirits.

"Don't even dream about it, you're no match for me."

That being said, Yuri's continued existence was causing Louis considerable distress, as it drained his strength, and there was also an unidentified man lurking nearby.

Even if they manage to win, they'll probably lose to the person watching the show.

"Hey, officer, do you need any help? I might consider calling you 'Dad' if you want."

"Get out of here! You damn bastard, I'll have your house ransacked later!"

Yuri punched Louis's crossed arms, which were blocking the attack, and was slightly numb from the impact. Even so, he still turned around and argued with Xia Chuan.

Xia Chuan paused for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing, as if he had thought of something funny.

The fight between Yuri and Louis was pretty good, but Natsukawa thought it could have been even more exciting.

Xia Chuan cleared his throat and began to act as a comment coach:
"Kick him in the groin! What are you doing, talking about chivalry with a criminal!"

"Hey bro, you can't even beat a lowly policeman, so it's no wonder you got caught!"

"Two noobs, if they went to the UFC they probably wouldn't even be able to fix a fight!"

"He's going to kick your butt on the left."

"Why are you wiggling your butt? I'm talking to him!"

"Ishimoto Ichiro, your eyes are swollen. Where's the kitchen? I'll get you some ice to put on."

"These two knives are for you. You didn't even get a scratch in that life-or-death battle. How are you going to get reimbursed by your superiors when you get back?"

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The fight hasn't even ended yet, but the black-masked spectators are already driving them to the brink of internal injury with anger.

(End of this chapter)