Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 391 Deterrence!

Gin quickly entered Puppet Ridge, accompanied by Amuro Tooru. Natsukawa was momentarily stunned when he saw him.

He hadn't seen Amuro Tooru all day, and he assumed that Amuro Tooru hadn't participated in this operation.

"I just got here too."

Amuro Tooru's expression was not good. After all, this was a trap set for the Public Security Bureau, and he only found out about it today because he was dealing with other matters.

In his eyes, tequila was the best thing, so he couldn't help but explain it a little more.

Gin ignored their conversation and went straight ahead to check the situation.

The first Cobra has landed, and everyone has disembarked.

"Akai Shuichi?"

Upon seeing the first man emerge from the cabin, Gin's gaze sharpened slightly, and a cold smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

(▼へ▼メ)
"I never expected to see you here! What a pleasant surprise!"

Gin's original plan was to acquire these two "Cobra" helicopters, but it seems that it won't be so easy if the person who comes is Shuichi Akai.

Furthermore, killing Shuichi Akai would be no less valuable than stealing the "Cobra".

He really hates Shuichi Akai.

If it weren't for him, Akemi Miyano wouldn't have betrayed them, Sherry wouldn't have gone on strike, and none of the subsequent events would have happened.

In short, it all started with this guy.

Moreover, he trusted the other party a lot back then, probably just like Tequila does now.

It was fine that he discovered the other person was an undercover agent, but the problem was that Rum found out and then Rum went to tattle.

Because of this, he was severely reprimanded by his boss.

Enemies meeting are bound to be furious. Gin almost broke the cigarette butt off his lips, but Vodka, with his sharp eyes, reminded him.

Gin tossed away his cigarette butt and remained silent for a moment.

No one else spoke; Natsukawa and Amuro Tooru were waiting to see what Gin's decision would be.

The question is: to fight, or to retreat?

The two wanted to fight.

Weaken the brewery's power as much as possible, and it would be best to kill some more codenamed members.

We need to hurry if we're going to leave.

The Apache helicopter has exploded. If we cannot leave immediately, the consequences could be severe if the two Cobra helicopters start fighting.

"Brother, the fire caused by the explosion has started to spread. Even Cobra would have a hard time pinpointing our location in this situation. Should we take advantage of this opportunity?"

Vodka made a throat-slitting gesture.

Previously, it was Tequila who directed the Black Organization to ambush the Red Team; now it's finally his turn to make his move.

With just a wave of his hand, his older brother could twist Shuichi Akai's head off!
This is not just empty talk!

He glanced at the RPG in his hand.

Apache is gone, he was just a human Apache!

To be honest, that Apache was just so-so. After the organization got its hands on it, it lost some important combat functions, and its actual effect was not as good as the original!

The fire caused the temperature at Puppet Ridge to rise dramatically, making it impossible to determine their movements by visual observation or thermal imaging.

The timing couldn't be better.

If the two sides were to engage in a fierce battle, "Cobra" would certainly not dare to fire in order to prevent its own people from being caught in the crossfire.

However, the FBI is not stupid, and with the fire starting to affect the airflow, the two Cobras quickly climbed to a higher altitude after another group of people landed.

"Big brother!"

Vodka was getting a little anxious.

Surface-to-air RPGs have limited range and require manual guidance. If the vertical altitude exceeds 200 meters, even Vodka wouldn't be confident he could shoot it down!
time is limited!
"Let's take down one first!"

Gin was still somewhat reluctant, but in the end he closed his eyes and gave the order.

If all else fails, just spend some money to buy more from those arms dealers.

Although some features will be cut and the price will be ridiculously high, it doesn't matter. Once we take down Shuichi Akai, the US branch can probably be rebuilt, and then there will definitely be other ways to make even better things.

Vodka was already prepared, and with two quick clicks, he shouldered the RPG and took aim.

Natsukawa and Amuro Tooru looked at each other without making a sound.

Amuro Tooru naturally wouldn't stop it; this wasn't Japan's "Cobra," so if it was destroyed, so be it.

Actually, the US was already quite unhappy that they allowed the Cobra to drive here.

This is Japanese territory. It's one thing to allow foreign troops to be stationed here, but to let them run around with weapons of mass destruction is another disappointment with those politicians.

Amuro Tooru glanced at Tequila, trying to glean some clues from her facial expression. In fact, he suspected that Tequila might be an undercover agent from the United States.

However, he was disappointed. Xia Chuan was expressionless and even looked a little sleepy.

"No response?"

Amuro Tooru frowned. "Could he really be someone from some special organization in the country? It doesn't seem like it. He seems more like a bounty hunter who operates in the underworld, moving between multiple forces simply for his own benefit."

"call out--"

The heatwave from the RPG's exhaust flames snapped him out of his thoughts, followed by several more firing sounds.

Other peripheral members also took action.

Hitting the "Cobra" is certainly not something that can be done with just an RPG.

Six RPG shots were fired in quick succession, and after fiddling with the vodka for a while, he fired a second one.

A total of seven RPGs shot into the sky.

RPGs are expensive, but "Cobra" is even more expensive, so it's definitely worth it.

After logging in and confirming the location of the brewery, Shuichi Akai, who was just about to take action, suddenly looked up when he heard a sound and then saw an orange-red light heading towards "Cobra".

"Oh no! Cameron, watch out for the RPG!"

Shuichi Akai had considered that the Black Organization might have these things, but he hadn't expected them to be this many.

Upon closer inspection, there were seven in total!

The Cobra is famous for its agility, but even it can't withstand being surrounded!

Cameron's Cobra veered directly to the left, and the other aircraft happened to be Vodka's target. With both sides having ballistic trajectories, there was no way to maneuver, so he could only pull up.

However, the RPG is much faster than a helicopter, and it caught up in just a few seconds!
The driver gritted his teeth, almost breaking the control stick, but still couldn't get rid of the RPG.

The pilot decisively gave up, opened the cabin door, and jumped out.

Unfortunately, the Cobra doesn't have an ejection bay.

"Rumble--"

Puppet Ridge was too lively tonight, with one explosion after another and the forest burning fiercely, turning the sky orange-red.

The parachute opened immediately, but before the pilot could even feel happy, a bullet took his life.

"Heh, trying to run away!"

Gin holstered his gun and sneered, "It would have been better to just explode along with it. Why waste a bullet on me?"

People in the Tottori Prefecture area have already noticed the situation here.

The mountainous terrain combined with the orange-red sky easily evokes images of fires, and the occasional "fireworks" attract the attention of many passersby.

Fire trucks, sirens blaring, sped out of the building, their destination Puppet Ridge.
Looking at the wreckage scattered everywhere, Gin chuckled smugly and turned to look in the direction of the FBI, eager to see Shuichi Akai's expression.

The RPG has a total of ten rounds, and seven have been fired so far. The remaining three rounds are reserved as a deterrent to prevent another Cobra from descending.

"Although we managed to take it down, those few RPG shots also successfully exposed our position completely."

Natsukawa pointed in the direction where Akai Shuichi was, "They're already heading this way."

"I can't wait any longer, let's start fighting!"

Vodka and Amuro Toru spoke in unison.

Vodka was eager to make a name for himself, while Amuro Tooru secretly hoped that both sides would perish together.

Although they were sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams, they shared the same goal: to kill the FBI!

(End of this chapter)