Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 69 Wait, let me finish this magazine!

As the footsteps drew closer, Yusaku Kudo and Conan's expressions gradually became serious.

Yusaku Kudo picked up a vase, while Conan silently raised his tranquilizer dart.

Yusaku Kudo:
"Shin-chan, I just broke your anesthetic needle."

Conan:
Fortunately, he also has shoes that enhance his leg strength.

With the black dial spinning, the power-enhancing shoes emitted rainbow effects, charging up to their maximum power. Just as the door opened, Conan would kick the vase in his father's hand at the newcomer!
Following a signal from the father and son, Yukiko Kudo hid behind the basement door.

At this moment, the entire house was completely silent, awaiting the arrival of the uninvited guest.

Boom boom boom!
"Is anyone here?"

The three people inside felt a pang in their hearts. It was the first time they had ever encountered such a polite bad guy who had even knocked on the door first.

However, they couldn't possibly answer that.

Conan stepped back with his right foot, gathering his strength so much that his shoe started to smoke. Kudo Yusaku raised the vase to a suitable height, waiting for the other person to enter.

"I heard a sound just now, were you inside?"

Frank peered curiously through the window from the doorway; there was nothing inside, it was as quiet as if it had stood still.

"I'm here to save you. If Ms. Kiko can give me five autographs, I can take you away from this place of trouble."

Still silent.

Perhaps feeling that his demands were too high, Frank spoke again, "Actually, three isn't out of the question. I'm not the kind of person who's greedy."

Conan, Yusaku Kudo:
The sound of footsteps approached, growing louder as danger drew near.

At that moment, Yukiko Kudo's excited voice came from inside the house.
"Really? You're my fan?"

At that moment, the Kudo father and son grabbed each other's feet and hands, stopping their wife (mother) from opening the door.

The other party even knew their identities, yet they still claimed they weren't there to kill them!
"Is this Yukiko-san? Yes, I'm a member of Yukiko's fan club. I've come to your rescue. Don't worry, Yukiko-san, I promise I won't take a single needle or thread. I'm just here for an autograph."

Upon hearing his idol's voice, Frank swayed like a noodle, his heart pounding with excitement mixed with some annoyance. It was a pity that his idol had already been taken advantage of at such a young age; his eldest son was already seventeen, and his second son looked to be five or six.

Single-player gamers expressed envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Conan angrily retorted, "Don't even dream about it! We're not opening the door! Come in yourself if you dare!"

Conan was poised to strike, ready to deliver a crushing blow the moment the door opened.

Click click click.

"Huh, the door is locked."

Frank was in a hurry and didn't wait for the door to open; he immediately raised his assault rifle to his chest.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. You'd better move aside."

Click~
The sound of mechanical friction and collision rang out, and Conan's expression changed drastically. That was the sound of a bullet being chambered.

Da da da--

Rifle bullets rained down on the already rotten wooden door. One magazine later, the old door was riddled with bullet holes, and the entire door, losing its support, crashed inward with a loud thud, raising clouds of dust.

The warmth from the stove clashed with the cold wind outside, and the white mist blended with the dust, making everything gray and indistinct.

This is the first time I've ever seen a door open like this.

Conan waved his arms vigorously and found Frank in the thick smoke. His power-enhancing shoes, which had been charging up for a long time, drew a ripple in the air.

boom--

Clang!

Wow.
Centered on the shoes that enhance leg strength, Conan spun around in the air before falling down.

Where's the vase?
Conan looked at his father's hands in bewilderment.

He discovered that only the neck of the vase remained, which he was holding in his hand, and there were shards of the vase on the ground.

Kudo Yusaku felt a little awkward, unsure whether to retract his outstretched hand or not.

Dr. Agasa's invention is amazing! That kick just now severely damaged the vase, causing it to explode on the spot, without giving it a chance to fly out and hit the uninvited guest.

"Oops!"

Conan looked miserable; he had been charging up for too long, and the vase couldn't withstand the explosive force of the power-enhancing shoes.

"Are you alright?" Frank, ignorant and fearless, thought this was the way the Kudo father and son welcomed him. Even without a bouquet, smashing the vase was a way of welcoming him, just like setting off firecrackers.

After peeking out, Frank immediately spotted his idol.

"Ms. Yukiko, this way please. Your knight has come to pick you up."

Frank extended his hand, striking a gentlemanly pose. If he were wearing a suit and 30-centimeter height-increasing insoles at this moment, he would certainly look very elegant.

"Wow, that's amazing." Yukiko Kudo was stunned for a long time, somewhat incredulous.

His fans are amazing! But how did they find him? Are they sasaeng fans who followed him?
Conan and Yusaku Kudo were completely bewildered.

The fact that the other party didn't have a rifle pointed at their heads made them feel a little uncomfortable, and the invitation came as a bit of a surprise.

"Ji... is he actually a real fan?"

Conan's worldview was completely shattered; his face contorted in shock. Neither Inspector Megure nor the Public Security Bureau showed up, and the ones who came to their rescue were none other than his mother's fans. Where's the justice in this?

Is this reasonable?

Yes, I should go to the river to sober up.

"Get in the car quickly."

Frank suppressed his excitement, waved his hand behind him, knowing that this was not the time to ask for autographs; he had to get them out of there first, lest it interfere with Xia Chuan's plans.

However, as they were talking, several bullets landed on the car.

The sparks from the sheet metal made Yukiko Kudo shrink back.

"Don't worry, this should be an armored car." Kudo Yusaku stood up despite the pain. "Let's go."

If they don't leave now, it will be too late; who knows if the two sides in the conflict will accidentally hurt them.

Judging from the current situation, it seems that both sides consider themselves to be on the other's side.

Putting on the bulletproof vests Frank had given them, the three of them ran quickly toward the truck.

At the same time, Frank fired wildly from both sides, providing cover for the three to get into the car.

"Damn it, their witness is going to run away," Chianti said angrily.

"That's strange, Chianti, did you see that? Besides firing at us, this guy was also occasionally firing at Shuichi Akai's side?"

Cohen was filled with questions, wondering if he had misread the situation. How could FBI agents be fighting? He must have been mistaken.

I was just too nervous about meeting Shuichi Akai.
"Ahem, that's none of our business. Our target is Shuichi Akai." Natsukawa changed the subject. "Chianti, set up the gun for me. I'm going to support Vodka."

"understood."

Chianti glanced angrily at the truck, then fired a shot at the tires.

However, the effect is mediocre. The tires of the bulletproof car are also specially made. Unless they are ripped apart by random gunfire, they do not affect driving, but the experience is a little worse.

When Xia Chuan reached the vicinity of Vodka, the wall in front of him had been riddled with bullet holes, and Vodka was being suppressed and forced to flee with his head in his hands.

"Do you still have bullets?" Vodka asked Xia Chuan, adjusting his hat which had almost been knocked off.

He only had four magazines left, and they were all empty now. A pistol without bullets is no different from a brick, which is why he was so pressed down that he dared not lift his head.

Xia Chuan was very helpless.

That idiot Vodka didn't bring many bullets, and he just fired at an empty window. Has he lost his mind?

“I only have one left.” Xia Chuan pulled out a magazine and threw it over, saying into the headset, “Cover us, we’re running low on bullets, we have to go.”

"no!"

Vodka felt there was still a chance. Discovering Shuichi Akai was a rare occurrence, and he couldn't let him go easily. They still had the upper hand and a chance to kill Shuichi Akai.

Xia Chuan rolled his eyes, casually shot the FBI agent who had just appeared, stepped forward, grabbed Vodka's arm, and prepared to forcibly drag him away.

"Wait, let me finish this magazine."

Vodka refused to leave, and without even looking, pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang!
Whether you hit the target or not is not important, but your morale cannot be weaker than that of the FBI.

Xia Chuan gave up. It was obviously unrealistic to drag a 200-pound man away in close-quarters gunfight; it would only increase the risk of being hit.

Helpless, he had no choice but to fire.

(End of this chapter)