Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 390 Scored twice
Pires finally found his rhythm, thinking to himself that this was the norm for the CIA; the previous traps and loss of teammates were simply due to the unreliability of the police!

If the police had investigated the situation at Puppet Ridge in advance, the trap would have been discovered immediately, and things wouldn't have come to this.

However, he hadn't considered that Puppet Ridge was so large that it would take a long time to explore it without being discovered. The police could wait, but the CIA couldn't.

Ultimately, things will turn out the same way they are now: the CIA will separate from the police and act independently.

The process may be different, but the result of being utterly defeated will not change.

"I have plenty of time to waste on you, if you want to suffer."

This position wouldn't be noticed for a short time, and Pires felt he had at least ten minutes to interrogate him.

Before Chianti could answer, the combat boots stepped on his face, pressing and rotating them forcefully, the shoehorn turning his pale, oval face into a deep liver color.

The other two grinned lewdly, their eyes roaming over Chianti. They knew they wouldn't actually fire a shot on the spot; they simply wanted to use this method to coerce him.

"Gin is too busy taking care of himself right now, so don't expect anyone to come to your rescue."

It's disgusting that the people at Yokosuka base wanted to steal the credit, but it has to be said that "Cobra" is still very powerful. In the end, Gin will probably only be able to run away.

As they were talking, the "Cobra" over there seemed to have found a suitable spot and began to land.

One hovered at low altitude, while the other landed completely.

This is the safest operation, and it can also minimize the risk of attacks.

Otherwise, if a landing helicopter can't take off quickly enough, it will become a sitting duck.

This way, they can look out for each other.

Pires could already picture American soldiers launching a one-sided massacre against the Black Organization!

The gap in equipment and skill cannot be bridged by numbers alone. Even if Gin used a sheer number of people, he would not be able to hold his ground!
"did you see!"

"Heh," Chianti scoffed. "You really think two Cobras can make us look bad?"

Pires's smile froze for a moment; this woman was truly a tough nut to crack.

Very good, he was increasingly convinced that the other party was indeed the codenamed member, and at least his time hadn't been wasted.

Thinking about it, he was already planning to knock the other person unconscious and take him away.

Just as he was about to get behind him, ready to deliver a chop to the neck, his attention was suddenly drawn to the next sentence.

"Have you ever considered that the reason these two 'Cobra' planes were able to safely drop people off was because Gin wanted them to land?"

"What do you mean?"

Pires paused for half a second, realizing he was being led by the nose by the other party, and kicked Chianti in the stomach again in annoyance.

The kick was extremely powerful, and Chianti flew backward like a football before crashing into the tree trunk.

The already tattered black clothes were torn even more severely, and the snow-white skin was chafed by the sand, with strands of blood oozing out.

Spring is just beginning to appear.

If Chianti's expression and face hadn't been so harsh, Pires might have shown her some mercy.

Unfortunately, Chianti is not that kind of person.

Chianti looked pained and curled up in a ball to relieve the pain in her abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a sweet taste in his throat and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Pooh!"

Chianti coughed up a mouthful of blood and felt much better. He looked up and stared fiercely at Pires.

Behind her, her hands were constantly moving.

If you get closer, you'll see that Chianti has somehow found a sharp stone and is using it to sharpen the rope.

She had actually been grinding for quite a while, but the rope used by the CIA was very tough, and she had only managed to grind it down to about halfway.

Chianti's eyes held a hidden rage; everything would erupt when she cut the rope.

At that time, even if it means serious injury or death, I will kill this CIA agent!
“Team Leader Pires, the Cobra has landed. Shouldn’t we leave quickly? Otherwise, once their battle is over, they might come this way.”

One of the team members gave a reminder.

Puppet Ridge is extremely dangerous now. Every second they stay increases the danger. If the distillery has some other highly destructive weapon, they'll be left with no recourse if it gets caught up in the crossfire.

Moreover, what Chianti said earlier was unsettling, as if Gin had also factored in Yokosuka's support.

These things didn't matter; they had no intention of informing the two Cobras of any possible schemes by Gin. Their primary concern was self-preservation.

Once they leave Puppet Ridge and communication signals are restored, they will be able to contact CIA agents in Japan.

Besides the fifteen of them, there were also several CIA agents stationed in Japan who were nearby to provide support.

As long as they can make a phone call, they can get rescued in about ten minutes.

The police couldn't believe it, and given the bizarre situation at the scene, they decided it was best to get away from this troublesome place.

Pires nodded; the agent had hit the nail on the head.

The timing is indeed about right. Now that we've basically confirmed that this woman is the codenamed member, let's take her back and question her slowly.

Gin probably won't find out about the arrest of the Mafia members so quickly. If all goes well, he should be able to get some valuable intelligence by tomorrow.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Pires had just finished his internal monologue when he turned around and found that Chianti had somehow managed to break free of her restraints.

Chianti was sneaking around when she was suddenly discovered and was a little speechless.

Why don't we chat a little longer?
However, one mustn't be verbally offensive; one must make the other party feel that the situation is completely out of control. "Idiot, hasn't anyone told you not to get distracted during an interrogation?"

"You'd better not move. I've stripped you of your weapons, including your bulletproof vest. At this distance, do you think you can escape?"

Pires cleared his mind and pointed his pistol at Chianti: "Or do you want to test whether you're faster or my bullet is faster?"

"Oh no, I'm afraid there's no need to try. As a sniper, you certainly know what the result will be: head blown out. There's no other possibility."

As Pires spoke, he slowly approached, stopping less than three meters from Chianti.

A gun is fast from seven paces away, and within seven paces, it is both fast and accurate. He believed that Chianti knew what was important.

Of course, he did not choose to get any closer.

Being closer might actually introduce other unpredictable factors.

Chianti's heart skipped a beat. He had planned to snatch the pistol after Pires got close, but he hadn't expected the CIA team leader to be so vigilant.

"I know what you're thinking. You're waiting for me to get close so you can grab the gun and fight back, right? Hehehe, I won't give you that chance!"

"I'm giving you five seconds to get down on the ground, or all three guns will fire at the same time. Even a god couldn't dodge that!"

Pires shouted, his index finger gripping the trigger.

The other two agents did the same, and in an instant, three pistols were pointed at Chianti.

Chianti himself had no weapons, not even a bulletproof vest.

"I admit you are indeed a qualified CIA agent."

"Four!"

"But have you considered that the little bit of time you spent dawdling just now was enough for my men to find us?"

"Three! Stop talking nonsense. Psychological warfare is the first thing we do when we join the company, it's useless!"

As if resigned to her fate, Chianti slowly raised her hands, put her knees on the leaves and soil.

"I told you to lie down, are you deaf?"

Pires wasn't satisfied yet; kneeling wasn't enough. Only by lying on the ground could the threat level be minimized.

"two!"

Chianti, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly glanced to the left, then immediately returned to normal.

Pires clearly saw the change in the other person's eyes in that instant. Combined with what the other person had just said, Pires was startled. This action was very subtle and didn't seem like it was faked!
Thinking of this, he immediately turned his gun around and fired three shots before he could even see clearly.

"Ok?"

After firing the shot, Pires was finally able to see his left side clearly, only to find it empty except for trees and fallen leaves. The "my men have arrived" thing was clearly a hoax!

I was deceived!
Pires turned around in a panic, wanting to check on Chianti, but to his surprise, Chianti was already right in front of him!

The next moment, the hand holding the gun was gripped, and Pires pulled the trigger without hesitation with his last bit of strength.

Chianti pulled hard, narrowly managing to bring the pistol behind her ear.

The gunshot rang out, the sound vibrating in our ears and causing an unpleasant buzzing, but Chianti paid no attention, her fingers tracing the back of Pires's hand.

What appears to be a flirtatious gesture is suddenly pressed after finding a certain spot!
Pires groaned, suddenly feeling his hand lose strength and unable to grip the pistol.

Chianti smiled coldly and easily snatched the pistol. All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The two people behind him hadn't even had time to react before the team leader was already countered by the enemy.

"Put down your gun, or I'll kill him!"

The two detectives looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

However, they were at a loss. They didn't want to lay down their guns; laying down their guns was impossible. The leaders could die, but if they laid down their guns, they would be the ones to die.

They were at a loss because, in just a short while, another person had appeared behind the woman and the team leader. And they knew who this person was!

"It seems your colleagues don't really like you!"

Chianti had just made a joke when she suddenly realized something was wrong.

The two detectives exchanged glances.

They didn't seem to be paying attention to her; they were looking at her from behind!

"Ok?"

Chianti frowned for a moment, then relaxed, and chuckled, "Trying to use my methods against me? I've exhausted all my psychological tactics. Put down your weapon, or I'll shoot him dead!"

Chianti sneered inwardly. A second victory? No way!
"Really? Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd become less vigilant, Chianti!!!"

The voice behind him seemed to be grinding its teeth, yet it also felt cold and indifferent; every footstep sent chills down one's spine.

And the voice sounds so familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before.

"It looks pretty lively. Maybe I should join in too? It'll keep me from getting too bored."

Chianti's body stiffened, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

She had already recognized the other person's identity.

She turned her head stiffly, wanting to confirm her guess, but before she could turn halfway, she heard a "rip" sound.

Looking down, she saw the gleaming blade piercing through her abdomen and then through Pires's abdomen, with drops of blood dripping down the blade.

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