Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 591 Watch out behind you!

Only after he fired did he remind the others why he had fired: "There was a sudden movement behind those bushes; there might be someone there!"

Vodka was startled and pulled out a pistol, pointing it at Ireland's forehead.

“I knew you had it all along.” Vodka interrupted mid-sentence, then abruptly changed the subject, “I knew you had a good eye. Well done, Ireland! Let’s go check it out; maybe we hit it!”

"You three, go first."

The three peripheral members smiled wryly, exchanged glances, and none of the codenamed members around them stood up to speak for them.

Seemingly realizing that his actions were tantamount to sending them to their deaths, Vodka immediately added, "After this matter is over, when you return to the organization, you will all receive corresponding promotions, at the very least, you will be peripheral leaders."

Even though I know it's an empty promise, it's better to say something than nothing, right?
On the other hand, they had no other choice.

Three peripheral members walked in front, and everyone behind them became alert to their surroundings. Vodka and Ireland exchanged a glance and, using the three peripheral members as human shields, moved closer in that direction.

“Actually, we can use grenades,” Amuro Tooru said.

Gin glanced at him, then looked away. "We have a limited supply of projectiles. We used up almost all our explosives just now in order to destroy the annex. We still have some grenades left."

Amuro Tooru secretly rolled his eyes.

So, in Gin's eyes, the lives of three peripheral members are no match for a single grenade?

No wonder it's a distillery; they disregard human life.

That's not right either. They not only disregarded life, but also violated the taboo against it.

The desire for immortality is definitely a violation of human nature.

"Nothing was found."

After the inspection confirmed that there were no problems, the outer members breathed a sigh of relief, but Vodka and Ireland dared not relax.

They found footprints in the spot, proving that someone had stopped there.

Vodka's eyes flickered with uncertainty, whether from the strenuous exercise or the heat, sweat beading on his forehead. He turned to Gin and said, "Brother, they should be very close to us now. They might be watching us from behind a tree or some bunker in the ruins."

"Giggle, giggle—"

Suddenly, strange sounds came from the still-burning ruins.

Turning my head, I saw that the cracks in a half-person-high sloping wall were getting bigger and bigger. Although the wall was sloping inward, it was collapsing outward.

The bizarre scene left everyone horrified.

"This unscientific!"

The next moment, the wall exploded with a deafening roar, scattering metal and stone everywhere, and a large pile of debris came flying towards us.

Through the broken rubble, the people at the distillery finally saw clearly—

Behind them, a figure was silhouetted against the moonlight, its face obscured, and descended.

The crack just now seemed to have been caused by her.

The group scattered, dodging the rubble while firing back.

Arak's face contorted with rage, a far cry from his previous cheerful demeanor. He smirked and fired wildly through gritted teeth.

The rifle had a high rate of fire and wide coverage, and the shooting seemed to be effective; the figure's body shifted, clearly impacted by the bullet.

Arak was overjoyed, but he vanished in the blink of an eye.

Despite being hit squarely in the body, the figure landed steadily after being struck.

He was about to raise his gun when he heard gunshots from the side, followed by several round objects leaving a dark shadow in the air.

Having just escaped the rubble, they were then run headfirst into a grenade.

One misfortune after another struck, with explosions occurring one after another in the empty front yard.

The distillery crew had no choice but to either take cover or engage in gunfire with rifles.

It wasn't about hitting anyone, but simply about finding an opportunity to take cover. Being elite assassins with excellent teamwork, they quickly brought Xia Chuan and his companions' attack to a halt.

The bullets riddled the already ruined annex with holes.

Xia Chuan and Yue Er were panting heavily behind the ruins. They looked at each other and smiled.

The two of them just now used up a lot of the distillery's ammunition.

"Watch your back!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, and Gin immediately turned his gun to look behind him.

The area behind them was completely empty, clearly visible in the firelight, with absolutely nothing unusual about it.

Only then did he realize that the voice did not belong to any of them—it belonged to Xia Chuan!

The thought sent chills down my spine. I wanted to turn around, but after turning halfway, I noticed a woman standing to my side.

"Wakasa Rumi!"

Gin's heart suddenly raced, and the other members instinctively opened fire.

The three peripheral members were so eager to use up all their bullets that they kept firing magazine after magazine.

Before Rumi Wakasa could make a move, she disappeared behind the tree again. In that instant, the tree where she was hiding was riddled with holes, and the trunk creaked and groaned before crashing to the ground.

The banner slammed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Wakasa Rumi cursed Natsukawa, that bastard, for selling people, but her hands didn't stop moving at all.

With unleashing unimaginable strength from his long arms, the heavy grenade was thrown like a baseball.

The grenade spun in the air and landed in front of Gin and his group.

"Rumble--"

Xia Chuan vaguely heard a few screams. He looked up to peek, but was forced to shrink back by the renewed concentrated fire.

After a while, when no other sounds were heard, Xia Chuan cautiously changed his position and looked up to check.

Several craters appeared where the grenade had fallen, the craters were charred black, and a small flame could still be vaguely seen.

"It seems someone has died."

Joel also poked his head out to look and saw dismembered limbs and remains next to the pit. A smile instantly appeared on his face.

Xia Chuan didn't think there was anything wrong with laughing at this time, after all, the two sides were in an adversarial relationship.

"Ah."

Xia Chuan nodded and observed carefully.

Two of them are likely reinforcements, as can be determined from the color of their clothing.

The other one is a tight-fitting leather jacket like the ones worn by motorcycle riders.

He observed that Kiel, Arak, Curaçao, and Ireland were all wearing leather jackets, so it was difficult to make a judgment at the moment.

However, after thinking about it, he realized it didn't matter who it was.

If it's Kiel, then she's just unlucky.

Natsukawa had no interest in Kir. Her abilities were far inferior to Amuro Tooru's, and she could not provide any help to his mission. He had never paid any attention to her before.

Even now, this idea remains unchanged.

In the original storyline, Gil's existence was merely a catalyst for the battle between red and black; at least, Natsukawa didn't perceive any use for her.

Thinking of this, he suddenly paused.

If it were Gil, wouldn't that be even better, directly jumping into the Red and Black storyline?
However, Calvados and Chianti are already dead. Will Cohen be the one to die in the port next?
That said, the distillery's snipers really had it tough.

However, this is unavoidable; once the enemy gets close, it's normal for a sniper's value and ability to be greatly reduced.

(End of this chapter)