Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 574 Disaster to Chiyu
The next moment, she stopped and grabbed a knife and fork with a raven emblem from the ground to retaliate.

Clang! The knife and fork struck the pistol precisely. A silver fork was stuck into the dark muzzle of the gun, creating an indescribably comical sight.

"Remember, never fire unless absolutely necessary."

The thought flashed through Curaçao's mind, but only for a moment. Without hesitation, she shouted, "Arak, fire!"

Curaçao immediately switched his pistol into a throwing weapon, using it as cover for Arak's firing.

At this time, Curaçao had not yet met the group of children who could change her, and she always exuded a feeling of being unapproachable. She had the highest execution power for the distillery's orders, and seemed to only care about the mission and had no pursuit of life.

The commotion outside was too great; even if Xia Chuan wanted to play dumb, it really wouldn't be appropriate.

"You stay in the room for now, I'll go check on the situation," Xia Chuan said, opening the door and walking out.

The same thing happened to Conan. He nodded and followed Kaito out of the room.

He doesn't listen to Kogoro Mouri, let alone Kaito Kid.

Cutlery could be seen from time to time in the second-floor corridor, and while Conan's forehead was filled with questions, he also began to be on guard.

Amidst the mess on the floor, gunshots and strange noises echoed through the corridor from time to time.

Even with a muffler, the crisp sound cannot be completely eliminated.

Following the direction Kaito Kid was heading, Conan sensed that the battle should be taking place in the hall.

"Could Kaito Kid also be involved in this case?" Conan's expression grew increasingly serious.

He saw many bullet holes along the way.

Fortunately, there was no blood on the ground or the walls; at most, only a few drops.
Conan's thoughts came to an abrupt halt as a hand covered his mouth, and then everything went black.

He wasn't unconscious; his eyes were just covered.

"not good!"

Conan's heart raced, and before he could even reach for his wristwatch-shaped tranquilizer dart, he felt something being shoved into his mouth.

A chill ran down his spine, reminding him of the scene at Dorobiga Paradise where Gin fed him APTX4869.

His tongue was pushed outwards, as he tried to spit out what was in his mouth.

But those hands were using tremendous force.

An indescribable aroma traveled from the tip of his tongue to his head, and Conan suddenly opened his eyes wide as if he had remembered something.

However, consciousness sank for a moment, and the next moment it was completely plunged into darkness.

Natsukawa opened the door expressionlessly, tossed Conan into his room, and gently closed the door.

In this situation, Conan's presence is undoubtedly a hindrance. Even with Vermouth constantly trying to protect her godson, it's really hard to say what will happen when Gin and Karasuma Renya are in front of him.

Conan is Natsukawa's personal choice.

If we fail this time, we'll rely on Conan; we need to leave ourselves a way out.

"Brother Xia Chuan, did you do all of this?"

Kaito appeared next to Natsukawa without anyone noticing. He had naturally noticed Conan following him, and he deliberately led Conan to Natsukawa's side.

He pointed to the knife and fork on the ground, cold sweat beading on his forehead: "They're so sharp they'd cut right into the wood. If someone got stabbed by one of these, they'd be in pain for days."

"Be careful, you'd better wrap yourself up completely in a white robe, they're all carrying pistols."

"Hehe, I was prepared long ago, even my crotch is bulletproof."

Kaito gently tugged at a few strands of hair on the top of his head, then confidently followed Natsukawa's steps.

The battle raged fiercely in the hall, and even with pistols in hand, Rumi Wakasa still displayed tremendous counter-attack capabilities.

She took the shield and sword from the armor in the hall, which she now uses as a means of defense and attack.

In order to find a place to stay, she hadn't brought any weapons with her, leaving them all in the forest. Just as she was about to retrieve her weapons from the forest, she happened to witness Gin and his group's furtive movements.

Before long, his door was pried open, and he had no time to retrieve his weapon, and he was even in danger.

"Is something wrong? Do they know me?"

Rumi Wakasa wasn't afraid; she was just curious.

Fortunately, the shields at Twilight Villa are of excellent quality, so as long as you are fast enough, you don't have to worry about being hit.

She wielded the shield and sword with effortless ease, moving through the hall like a warrior charging across the battlefield.

However, the disadvantage in terms of numbers remains significant.

However, there was one thing that made Rumi Wakasa feel very strange.

These members of the distillery in front of her didn't seem to intend to kill her; they wanted to take her alive.
Although a shot was fired, it was not aimed at a fatal spot.

"Why?" she murmured to herself.

Hiding in the corner, Natsukawa had the same question: What were Amuro Tooru and the others doing? Were they holding back?

"Give up resistance, and we'll give you a chance to live."

Arak looked Wakasa Rumi up and down, then curled his lip.

He's average-looking and a bit older than his type.

Unfortunately, Gin insisted that they be left alive.

No, this might not be Gin's order; it sounds more like it came from the boss.

"dream!"

Rumi Wakasa suddenly attacked again, this time even faster, charging straight towards the nearest vodka.

Vodka was startled, took a step back, and then, realizing what was happening, pulled the trigger and fired the bullet.

The bullet, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, struck the shield, leaving a dent.

That's all there is to it.

The next moment, Wakasa Rumi raised her longsword high, and the sharp blade slashed down.

Suddenly, a figure appeared, and Wakasa Rumi only had time to raise her shield to block.

She stomped hard on the shield with both feet, the immense force of which made Wakasa Rumi take two steps back before she swung her sword to strike.

As it turns out, no matter how light a knight's sword is, it is still a knight's sword.

The sword swing wasn't fast enough, so it missed its mark.

Rumi Wakasa felt helpless. If it were a samurai sword, this Middle Eastern man would not have been able to dodge the slash and would not have had the courage to attack her again.

"In that case!"

A fierce glint appeared in Wakasa Rumi's eyes as she forcefully flung her knight's sword.

Arak was extremely vigilant. He anticipated Wakasa Rumi's next move as she raised her hand, and leaped up, narrowly dodging the flying knight's sword.

However, Calvados, who was right behind Arak, was not so lucky. He almost couldn't avoid the attack and suffered a deep, bone-revealing cut on his leg.

The knight's sword was forcefully planted in the ground. Before anyone else could react, Rumi Wakasa, holding her shield with both hands, unleashed a bull charge that sent Vodka flying.

Vodka flew backward and slammed hard onto the stairs, the pain nearly making him faint.

Vodka just wanted to curse. It was Arak who did most of the fighting, but he and Calvados were caught in the crossfire.

He endured the pain without making a sound, but Alark mocked him, "If it hurts, just shout it out. Even if you have poor hearing, the people in the villa should have heard those dozen or so shots."

(P.S. 1: November has ended. I've been updating continuously for eleven months without a break or even a short break. Writing seems to be the thing I've persisted with the longest. I will continue to update steadily. On a side note, since someone can develop a shrinking drug and research superpowers, it doesn't seem so hard to explain. The existence of scholars is a combination of the Detective Conan universe and a little bit of imagination about a spy's makeshift laboratory.)
(P.S. 2: Thank you all for your subscriptions and monthly tickets. I'll keep up the good work. Dear readers, remember to wear more clothes as it gets colder.)
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