Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 67 Big Brawl

Frank still hasn't appeared after the gunshots, even though Shuichi Akai's first shot was so loud, and Vodka fired several shots as well.

What will Conan and his family do now that things have gone wrong at this crucial moment?
This fan is so irresponsible.

"Alright, alright! When my brother comes back, I'll definitely put in a good word for you with him."

Vodka took the grenade, and in his excitement, he pulled the pin and, following Natsukawa's example, found a new target and threw the grenade into the second-floor window where Akai Shuichi had just poked his head out.

Shuichi Akai should still be on the second floor. This will definitely send him to his death. Even if he's lucky, he'll be badly injured if he doesn't die.

However, the result was not as expected.

Less than a second after the grenade landed through the window, there was a loud cracking sound, which didn't sound like the grenade hitting the ground, but rather like it collided with something.

Xia Chuan had a bad feeling, swallowed hard, and took two steps back.

next second.

The grenade returned along the same route.

Grass! !

Xia Chuan pounced like a hungry wolf and turned the corner.

Vodka was completely bewildered, his smile still lingering as he stared blankly at the grenade that had just been thrown out.

Fortunately, the grenade completed its countdown in mid-air and exploded.

A rumbling sound echoed all around, and a heat wave, accompanied by white mist, swept across several meters around.

The sound waves and air blasts made the trees within a radius of several miles tremble, and the accumulated snow fell down with a clatter, as if it had lost its support.

Vodka wasn't directly hit by the grenade, but the aftershocks left him dizzy and disoriented. Luckily, the grenade didn't fall, otherwise Vodka might have lost his life.

Xia Chuan reacted quickly, reaching out to pull the other person to the corner of the wall.

Vodka cannot die, at least not while he is working with him, otherwise it will be difficult to explain to Gin when he goes back.

In the corner, Vodka's legs trembled as if he were DJing, and cold sweat had soaked his suit. The intense palpitations made him cough twice.

Damn Shuichi Akai.

Realizing what was happening, Vodka raised his hand and fired several shots through the empty window. Not for any other reason than to vent his anger.

Just then, Xia Chuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. In his field of vision, a van was speeding toward the hut where Conan was.

Thank goodness, it's finally here!

Inside the two-story building where smoke is billowing from the chimney.

Kudo Yusaku's face was extremely grim. He had long felt that something was wrong and had a vague unease in his heart.

Bad things happened as expected.

Gunshots echoed in his ears, but it didn't bother him. He often heard them in the free United States, and he frequented shooting clubs, so he wasn't alarmed.

The most terrifying thing was the two explosions.

Hand grenade or bomb?

This isn't the Middle East, yet they're using explosives. What's going on?

He didn't dare look up out the window at all, because he had just tried it once. The moment he peeked out, a bullet pierced through the tall hat of the Dark Baron cosplay outfit. Luckily, the hat was tall enough, otherwise it would have hit his clever head.

"What should we do, Yusaku?" Yukiko Kudo clung to her husband like a koala, and the ominous sign made Yusaku Kudo feel an urge to draw his gun.

"It seems we've been dragged into some serious case. Also, let me go first; I can't think straight like this." Kudo Yusaku broke free from his wife's grasp, pushed up his glasses, and held his top hat up to the window again.

A few seconds later, the hat was unharmed, and there was still only one hole on it.

"It seems they've moved their sniper position." Kudo Yusaku breathed a slight sigh of relief, then thought of his son who they had locked up. "Quickly untie Shin-chan's ropes. Our game probably has to come to an end for now."

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than his hat was hit again, two shots tearing the upper part of the hat to shreds.

"hateful!"

Chianti gritted her teeth; this was the second time the hat had deceived her.

However, there was no other way. Everyone was on edge. Shuichi Akai's sniping skills were world-class. Even a second's delay in firing could result in being killed. It was crucial to strike first as quickly as possible.

"Cohen, Chianti, I'll handle that shack with the smoke coming out of its chimney. You two just need to deal with Shuichi Akai's side."

After saying that, Xia Chuan turned to Vodka and said, "I'll go keep an eye on that cabin; you're in charge of this place." Vodka hummed in agreement, then asked somewhat hesitantly, "Are there any more grenades?"

He had experience with this before and swore that the same thing would never happen again.

"Nothing."

Just kidding, even if I had it, I wouldn't give him vodka. If this guy did it again, I might end up going to die with him.

Moreover, the recent battle resulted in heavy losses for the FBI, so it's best to use high-powered weapons like grenades sparingly; otherwise, a one-sided battle wouldn't be worth watching.

The explosion created a breach in one side of the house, killing the FBI agents while also providing them with an escape route.

This direction was conveniently outside the sniper's field of vision, and several FBI agents swarmed out, stepping over the bodies of their fallen comrades.

"Watch out for enemies nearby." Shuichi Akai frantically searched for Cohen and Chianti's location on the second floor.

The complex terrain undoubtedly increased the difficulty of his search, and there was also Gin who had not yet appeared, lurking somewhere, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

Vodka has shown up; he doesn't believe Gin isn't there.

The bullets whizzed through the air and headed toward Cohen and Chianti, who had just taken their positions. The two snipers from the brewery were basically suppressed by the fire as soon as they peeked out.

Forget about firing a shot, there wasn't even time to aim. Shuichi Akai was too fast, like playing whack-a-mole.

"As expected of Shuichi Akai."

Putting aside the fact that they belong to different camps, Cohen still admires Shuichi Akai.

"Admire the enemy? Are you still dreaming? Just you wait, I'll kill him!"

Chianti's madness is rare in the Distillery. She joined the Distillery for no other reason than because the organization had many assassination missions, which allowed her to unleash the demons within her. Every time she completed a mission, she was as excited as if she were on drugs.

Cohen knew his teammates well and didn't respond to the question. After observing Chianti's position, he immediately moved away from the angle, afraid of being implicated.

"Cohen, go to the third building on the left and widen the firing line. The FBI agents have already escaped from the cabin; only Shuichi Akai is inside!"

Vodka was pinned against the wall and unable to raise his head. Even though several FBI agents had died, they still had the advantage in numbers. In addition, Chianti and Cohen were tied up by Shuichi Akai, and Tequila had gone to another cabin. His situation was not good.

"Come on, Shuichi!"

Carmel unleashed all his bullets, pinning Vodka down so low he couldn't lift his head. As he reloaded, he yelled into his headset, "It's too dangerous to stay inside the house if they still have grenades!"

His response was the sound of bullets passing through silencers, followed by several more bullets.

Shuichi Akai, his face cold, pressed his earpiece and spoke, "I'll hold off the two snipers. You two go and take out Vodka and Tequila. Sending out four codenamed members at once, the director's intelligence was indeed flawed. This is a complete trap."

"Four investigators are already dead, and we're running low on bullets," one of the investigators roared, his face pale. "What the hell are we fighting for now? Run!"

The FBI investigator said that it's more appealing to run away and retreat when fighting on the sidelines, and hoped that Shuichi Akai wouldn't act impulsively.

The enemy was in the shadows, while they were in the open. They didn't even give them a chance to react before being hit with two grenades. Who knows if these lunatics have any other grenades or other high-powered weapons?

The radio went silent.
After a long while, a van appeared in Shuichi Akai's field of vision. Judging from the direction it was heading, its destination seemed to be the small house in the middle of their battle with the distillery.

Anyone else?
Could it be that the deal actually happened? Even at a time like this, they still haven't given up.

Is that Gin?

In an instant, Shuichi Akai turned his gun around, aimed his sniper rifle at the truck driver, and fired a bullet without caring whether the person in the truck was Gin or not.

He greeted his nemesis with a bullet; it was a sign of his respect for his arch-enemy.

Peng——

"Damn it!"

Frank was startled and slammed on the gas pedal. As the car accelerated, he glanced at the passenger seat on the left.

A bullet was embedded in the passenger-side window, its flattened head giving him the creeps.

These are sniper rifle bullets, damn it!
Thankfully, it's bulletproof glass.

Although the sniper rifle failed to shatter the glass, cracks had already spread out like a spider web; this thing couldn't withstand more than a few shots.

If it were a rifle or pistol, bulletproof glass wouldn't be a problem at all; it could withstand a dozen or twenty bullets like it was nothing. But unfortunately, it was facing an M200 sniper rifle.

Natsukawa, who was squatting near Conan's cabin, was also shaken by what he saw. Fortunately, the bulletproof truck made by the IRS was sturdy enough.

(End of this chapter)