Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 385 Falling into the Trap
Yesterday, I guess he wanted to kill me off in advance, then lure the Red Team over, and then pin my death on the Red Team.

Finally, Gin comes out to clean up the mess, which allows him to both take credit from the red faction and eliminate the boss, killing two birds with one stone!
"Gin, what a treacherous scheme! Luckily I ran away fast yesterday!"

Louis breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt somewhat helpless. He had only wanted to stay in Japan to investigate a man named Natsukawa, but he unexpectedly discovered that Shinichi Kudo was still alive, which made Gin hold a grudge against him.

In fact, he never intended to expose this matter at all!

As for Rum, he didn't really like him either. Shouldn't the enemy of my enemy be my friend? Gin is a fucking lunatic.
No, the entire Japanese branch is fucking abnormal!
"If that's the case, then prepare to be killed by me! Conversely, I can also frame the Red Team for your death. As long as the boss doesn't get dementia, the Japanese branch will be mine, Louis's!"

It's better to be a high-ranking official than to be someone's subordinate!

Gin will definitely show up. As long as he stays in position, he's guaranteed to be number one in the Japanese branch!

He never considered that even if Gin died, Vermouth, with her greater experience in leading teams, would be the top choice for the boss.

He's at best a backup option, and if he stays in Japan and causes trouble, the boss might even dislike him.

In front.

As the tracking continued, Pires's brow furrowed more and more deeply.

Louis is, after all, a top-tier assassin. If Gin wanted to eliminate him, he wouldn't just send a group of peripheral members and a codenamed member who seemed to be the leader. That wouldn't be safe!

Puppet Ridge has a complex terrain. If Louis really wants to fight back, it's hard to say about the codenamed members. It's unlikely that so many of the peripheral members still exist.

has a problem!
Sensing something amiss, Pires immediately raised his fist, signaling to stop following them. He glanced back, but there was no sign of the police behind him; it seemed the group of officers hadn't been following them at all.

This situation plunged his anxious heart to rock bottom. Pires realized that he had been too hasty and might be being led by the nose by the other party.

As Yuri said, this could very well be a trap.

Connecting these things together, Pires felt a chill run down his spine.

Fell into a trap!
He took out his phone and dialed his supervisor's number directly; he needed support!
The boss didn't seem to reply to my text message. Who knows, he's probably having sex with some secretary. It's probably more reliable to just call him directly.

Although Yokosuka is far from here, it's impossible to place our hopes on those police officers.

"Damn the police! They must have discovered something beforehand, but they didn't inform me!"

He never considered that he was running too fast, and Yuri couldn't stop him.

He kept muttering to himself, but the phone wouldn't connect.

Pires held the phone in front of him, focusing his gaze on the screen, where he saw a glaring X in the upper right corner!
The signal has been interrupted!

"Damn it, be on guard! We've fallen into the Black Organization's encirclement."

Pires reopened the text messaging interface and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the previous text message had not failed to be sent.

At least there is still hope.

Having spent over a decade navigating the world of espionage, Pires quickly regained his composure to avoid letting his emotions affect his team. When he looked up again, he discovered that Louis, whom they had been chasing, and the Black Organization had all vanished.

"What about people?"

The players shook their heads; they had been startled by Pires's sudden outburst, and when they turned around, he was gone.

at this time.

A flash of light appeared, followed by a loud rumbling sound.

The enormous sound pierced the darkness and was deafening, and the layers of air waves made the forest trees creak and groan.

"Where did that explosion come from!"

Recalling the helicopters the police used for mapping, he didn't need to think about what might explode; he simply asked the question instinctively. Pires's face was extremely grim as he touched his gleaming bald head and warily surveyed his surroundings.

The already desolate forest seemed even more secluded at this moment. Who knew which tree, or which hillside, might be hiding someone from the Black Organization observing them?

The helicopter being shot down is a signal; it was indeed a trap set by the Black Organization. Now that the bird has fallen into the net, the Black Organization is about to make its move!
"Quickly, lie down and find cover!"

This sentence is like a battle horn.

The moment they landed, a bullet hole suddenly appeared between the eyebrows of one of the agents. Caught completely off guard, his expression froze instantly as he fell sideways.

Even before he died, his eyes remained wide open, as if he were wary of his surroundings.

Without even infrared aiming, this is a top-tier sniper!
A chill ran from the soles of their feet straight to their hearts. The remaining CIA agents crawled on the ground, some looking for cover, others for holes in the ground, and no one gave the corpse a second glance.

A grenade was thrown from somewhere and landed right next to the body.

With a loud "boom," the corpse exploded into dust, sending dirt and body fragments flying everywhere. A hand even slammed into Pires's face.

It looks like he's been slapped.

"Damn Gin, I'll kill you!"

Pires cursed inwardly, but all he received in return was a hail of bullets.

The distillery began its first wave of firepower, attempting to cripple the CIA's manpower.

Fortunately, the terrain of Puppet Ridge is complex, and moonlight cannot penetrate the dense forest, which gave the CIA some time to prepare.

but
Even the most favorable terrain and environment can't withstand people coming from all directions!

Several CIA agents quickly fell, and large areas of trees were pierced by bullets, with branches breaking and falling. Only a few people who lay in the craters survived the attack.

In the distance, Cohen and Chianti continued to look for opportunities, and anyone who dared to show even a sliver of skin would be met with simultaneous fire from both snipers.

"Spread out the smoke grenades!"

Pires was no novice either; he quickly deployed tactics, using smoke grenades to completely cover the surrounding area. This blocked the line of sight and effectively created a smoke screen.

Whether it's a gunner, a sniper, or a marksman, they will lose their target.

As he predicted, the gunfire decreased significantly after the smoke grenades were deployed, until it stopped completely.

"Break through to the rear!"

Because Pires reacted in time, he did not fully enter the encirclement, but instead used the direction from which he came as a breakthrough point to slowly retreat.

What exactly has the police been doing all this time?
Pires vowed to put pressure on the police leadership as soon as he got back; with this kind of support speed, no wonder Louis got away last time.

However, this is on the premise that Yuri wants to provide support!

At this moment, Yuri only had Louis in his eyes and had no time to pay attention to the CIA.

The CIA could only crawl forward during their retreat, which greatly affected their speed. By the time they broke out of the encirclement, only six of the fifteen men remained.

That wasn't the end of it. As soon as they broke out of the encirclement, the black-clad organization immediately took corresponding measures. The tall, codenamed member led a dozen or so peripheral members out of the smoke.

Pires retreated while counterattacking.

There was no sound of gunfire coming from the direction he was coming from; the black-clad organization clearly hadn't expected him to discover the ambush.

This gave him a chance to retreat!
(End of this chapter)