Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 825 Night Attack
Hawkeye chuckled and looked up to find the old man staring straight at him.

More than his code name, the old man's eyes, beneath his drooping eyelids, were more like eagle eyes.

Even though she's already in her seventies or eighties, she's still sparkling clean, and every time someone looks at her like that, it gives me the creeps.

This is probably the feeling of oppression from those in power.

Hawkeye lowered his body further, lowering his head again, so that he could only see the end of the old man's cane hanging beside him.

His obsequious manner did not satisfy Ōoka Toramasa.

He carefully examined Hawkeye, then got down and, carrying his cane, circled around Hawkeye several times like King Qin.

Suddenly, he spoke.

"Hawkeye, I didn't expect even you to have gray hair."

What seemed like a casual remark caused Hawkeye to break out in a sweat.

He didn't know what was wrong with the old man again, but this emotion clearly indicated that he was unhappy.

"Your Majesty"

"Gin really doesn't take you seriously. Is it because you're too old, or has he forgotten about the peripheral members who died recently?"

"I'll investigate his motives immediately and then kill him!" Hawkeye said hastily.

"I heard that all the peripheral members have been burned to ashes?"

Ooka Toramasa walked hunched over to the iron frame, and the eagle immediately flew over, its sharp beak gently snatching the food from his hand.

"Yes."

"Then consider it a gift and return it to him."

When a former figure at the pinnacle of power is unhappy, someone is destined to suffer.

And this unfortunate person was none other than Gin.

In less than half an hour, several members of the brewery who had been lurking near the Ooka family's residence were arrested.

At this time, Gin was preparing to attack the Haneda family and was unaware of this.

They were brought before Hawkeye, their knees were smashed, and they weren't even given a chance to kneel down. They lay on the ground like mud, writhing with difficulty.

Fresh blood splattered down his knees.

The outer members struggled and rolled on the ground.

One of them rolled to Hawkeye's feet, prompting him to sneer.

The sharp machete in his hand slammed against his shoulder, the barb at the tip of the machete seemingly about to pull out the bone.

The piercing wail lasted less than five seconds from its start to its end.

However, this was just a show of force.

"Tell me, what is your purpose in appearing in Kyoto?"

These people had already been discovered immediately after Xia Chuan made the phone call.

Since we didn't know their purpose, we mainly monitored them. Now that Ooka Toramasa was about to take action, there was no reason for us to let them get away with it.

Misfortune struck without warning, like a bolt from the blue. Even though these were brainwashed peripheral members, their defenses crumbled in the blink of an eye.

Before they could even build up their mental defenses, Hawkeye's unexpected ruthlessness pried them open.

"Hahata"

Gin, who saw himself as a mere peripheral member who could easily serve as Deadpool, revealed his own objective.

Haneda?

Hawkeye frowned and casually severed the neck of the person who had been speaking.

Then he looked at the other people.

"Hmm."

The others turned their heads away, their bodies trembling for a few seconds before they stopped moving.

The bodyguard in black noticed something was wrong, squatted down to check the situation, and said with a grim expression, "Boss, they've all bitten their tongues and committed suicide."

"Is that so? It seems that this method still needs to be fast. After their psychological defenses are rebuilt, they will all choose to end their own lives."

Hawkeye nodded indifferently and waved for his men to dispose of the body.

These bodyguards in black were used to seeing people die, and they only frowned slightly when they moved the corpse and smelled an unusual odor.

"Haneda. Haneda family."

"."

"Among the Haneda family in Kyoto, the only one worth Karasuma taking action against is Haneda Yasuharu, right?"

Ooka Toramasa stared out the window, fiddling with the window bolt in confusion, making a clicking sound. "That stubborn mule, how did he end up getting involved with the brewery?"

"Could it be that something happened seventeen years ago, and the Haneda family found out about it?"

What happened seventeen years ago?

Over the years, Ooka Toramasa's memory has faded somewhat, and he doesn't think there's anything about the Haneda family that he needs to remember vividly.

"Amanda Hughes died around the same time that the Haneda family's shogi master also died."

"Oh, I see."

He shook his head and chuckled: "Go deliver Gin, and check on the situation while you're at it."

"Yes."

Standing in a wooded area outside the Haneda family villa, gazing at the magnificent building, Gin suddenly felt a chill.

No, even if it's cold, his constitution wouldn't be like this.

He unconsciously crossed his arms.

If vodka were there, he would put on a fleece-lined coat at this time.

Unfortunately, because of Vermouth's situation, vodka and tequila had to stay in Tokyo.

Although Vermouth's plan failed, it at least ensured that the operation here would not be disturbed.

In the past, Xia Chuan would probably have emerged from some unknown corner at this time, right?

He glanced mockingly in the direction of the Haneda family's residence.

"It seems the Haneda family doesn't take me seriously with this level of defense."

Gin waved his hand lightly, and one by one, men in black suits with bulletproof vests embedded in their clothes began to approach the villa.

The villa was swept by an invisible ripple of air.

"Zizi~"

After a strange electrical hum, the entire villa suddenly went dark.

Subsequently, the security guards inside the villa discovered that all of their communication devices had malfunctioned.

The security guard sitting in front of the computer, reviewing the surveillance footage, had beads of sweat forming on his forehead because all the cameras went black at the same time.

This monitoring room has a backup power supply.

Why did the backup power supply fail to start, and even manually starting the generator had no effect?
Furthermore, the surveillance footage should not all break down at the same time.

They immediately confirmed they were under attack, there was a brief period of chaos, then they returned to calm and became alert.

These people were, after all, a professional bodyguard team, some of whom had even served in the Self-Defense Forces, and Haneda Yasuharu was the first to step forward to check the situation.

Oh no.

He was pushed out while seated.

Beside me was that same driver who never changed.

Because the ventilator was damaged at the same time, he could only manually put on an oxygen cylinder to supplement oxygen.

"It doesn't look good."

Haneda Yasuharu frowned, a sinister glint in his eyes.

Although I don't know what happened, I have some guesses.

In this situation, the only possible outcome is being attacked.

The reason I was attacked was probably related to that attending physician.

He had suspected something when the other party went missing, but he didn't expect Gin to make a move against him so quickly.

He sighed; he had been careless after all.

"Mr. Haneda, let me take you there first."

After the security guards were positioned, the driver immediately pushed him deeper into the villa.

He had barely left when gunshots rang out.

Flames appeared from all directions in the darkness, spitting bullets, and the fast-moving outer members had already crossed the wall.

With the first explosion, the wall shattered like tofu.

Then, several more sounds followed, and multiple large gaps appeared in the villa's wall.

Gin watched coldly, indifferent to the lives or deaths of the outer members, his gaze wandering around, searching for Haneda Yasuharu's location.

(End of this chapter)