Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 829 The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind
Sure enough, the next moment his eyes widened suddenly, and his face showed horror.

Gin's forehead veins bulged, and his speed suddenly increased!

Hula la——

The sudden acceleration was something Hawkeye hadn't anticipated.

His eyes reacted, but his brain didn't. His shoulder blade was severely injured, and he was thrown out and slammed hard on the ground.

"Looks like he's been on a lot of drugs."

These assassins and special agents undergo years of training, possessing top-tier physical fitness and resilience.

So the bodyguard was unable to get up after taking only one punch, while Hawkeye was able to stand up quickly, recover after slightly twisting his shoulders, and even had time to tease Gin.

Of course, only he himself knows how much pain he actually endured.

"How long are you going to keep pretending?"

Gin said calmly, "Did you think I couldn't see through your bluff? Although that punch didn't break your shoulder blade, the force was enough that most bones couldn't withstand."

"I guess it's already showing cracks."

Gin laughed mockingly, venting the humiliation the other party had inflicted on him last time.

“The tunnel leading here is very narrow. You will definitely need to leave some people behind to finish up the villa. The people coming over won’t be able to get here any faster.”

"Can you get through this period?"

As soon as Gin finished speaking, he rushed over.

We just had our first encounter, and it seems he was hiding something.

Hawkeye cursed Gin's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

He didn't dare to take the punch head-on. As mentioned, his scapula was indeed quite damaged, and he felt soreness when he raised his arm. It was highly likely that it had cracked.

He quickly dodged to the side, and all the bullets were fired at the same time, blocking Gin's attack.

"He actually dodged it, damn it."

Gin's act of dodging the bullets was chilling to watch, and Hawkeye felt helpless.

At his peak, he might have been able to hold his own against Gin, but not now.

I am old, while the other person is not only in their prime, but also seems to be taking some kind of drug to improve their physical condition.

This can be seen from the faint bluish-black veins appearing on Gin's neck.

"Wait a little longer. This kind of burst must have a time limit. The body definitely can't handle the load. Just get through this period."

Hawkeye kept trying to reassure himself, but cold sweat kept pouring down his forehead and soaking his back with sweat.

As the number of dodges increased, he began to feel stinging and fatigue in his eyes; the intense concentration required was taking a heavy toll.

"boom!"

Another punch came, and this time Hawkeye was powerless to dodge. His body flew backward and crashed to the ground, kicking up dust.

"Pfft~"

He spat out a mouthful of dark red blood.

"you're old."

Gin strolled over leisurely.

Despite his rapid breathing, he showed no signs of weakness.

Faced with Gin like this, Hawkeye could only say he was powerless to help.

The shiny black leather shoes rubbed back and forth on Hawkeye's face. Although Ooka Toramasa often brought him this kind of humiliation, the feeling was naturally different because of the different object.

A sense of humiliation arose spontaneously.

"Gin—"

He shouted through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and strained, his throat dry and spittle flying everywhere.

"Hehehe, the boss said this when he recruited you: why follow him? Otherwise you would be in the same situation as me now."

"Like you?" Hawkeye huffed and puffed, tilting his head back and glaring at Gin. He chuckled as if he were coughing. "To be used as a test subject for research, is that what you aspire to?"

"You are loyal to him, and then he gives you the opportunity to be experimented on. What a loving father and filial son, master and servant!"

"And what about you?" Gin pressed down hard on his foot, silencing the other man, and sneered, "After being Ooka Toramasa's dog for so many years, don't you know that he has never treated you like a human being?"

"At least I've cleared my name, gained power and money, and no longer have to be treated like a rat in the street, a cockroach in the sewer, or worry about being wiped out by some country every day."

The two were arguing fiercely.

Gin's intelligence was impaired by the burst of power, and he forgot that Hawkeye and his men were on their way.

Hawkeye was trying his best to stall for time, and what he had just said was exactly what he had wanted to say.

Different choices are simply different pursuits.

At least that's what Yasuharu Haneda thought.

He was like an innocent young girl hearing gossip for the first time, eager to crawl to Gin's feet and hear it all.

At least, let yourself die knowing why.

After hearing so much, he roughly understood the fate that awaited him.

This middle-aged man named Hawkeye is a lackey of the Ooka family, a henchman of a once powerful man.

He overheard their conversation and knew that being taken away by them would not end well; at worst, he would be imprisoned for life.

As for Gin, the way this man looked at him from the beginning wasn't the kind of look one would give a living person; he'd probably be taken back for interrogation and then die.

"what?"

Feeling utterly hopeless, Haneda Yasuharu suddenly felt something touch him from behind.

Although I can't move, I can still turn my head.

He turned his head with difficulty and his eyes widened in surprise.

A woman with a great figure, dressed in a tight black leather jacket and pants, crouched down next to the old tree behind her. She and Gin were positioned so that the tree trunk separated them, and they were not noticed.

"Shh~"

She placed her slender index finger in front of the veil, signaling for silence.

Although he didn't know the other person's identity, the hope of survival made him nod unconsciously.

"Don't make a sound, I'm taking you away now."

This must be the most beautiful sound I've ever heard in my life.

That's what Haneda Yasuharu thought.

The person who came was very light-footed but extremely strong, and quietly pulled him behind the tree.

Gin and Hawkeye, who were in front, were completely oblivious to the commotion and were so engrossed in spitting in each other's faces that they paid no attention to anything else.

Or rather, they don't believe that a seventy-year-old man on a ventilator has the ability to leave on his own.

"No matter what I say, you're just Karasuma Renya's experiment. He never treated you like a human being."

"Take care of yourself before you judge others!"

Gin couldn't help but grab Hawkeye by the neck, lift him up, and slam him against the tree trunk.

This action is like a medieval knight in armor about to carry out a just trial.

The only thing missing is dusk.

The faint moonlight shone on Hawkeye's face, and the sight of him struggling in pain made Gin's shoulders tremble with excitement.

"Ooh, ooh."

Eagle Eyes, held aloft, suddenly widened his eyes as if he had seen something. He wanted to give a warning, but because his throat was gripped, he could not speak.

"If I gouge out those eyes that you're so proud of, will Ōoka Toramasa still value you?"

Hawkeye's eyes didn't look at him, which annoyed him.

(End of this chapter)