Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 869 Damn it!

After waiting for a few minutes, Binga clearly realized something.

But before that, you must find out why you were discovered.
There was no one in the hallway when they took action, and no security cameras were found, so it seems the problem must lie with her.

Binga opened the stroller lid expressionlessly and pried open Anya's tightly clenched fist.

"It seems we underestimated this little girl; she actually has the means to notify the rescue."

With a grim face, he took the button from Anya's hand and crushed it.

"You can leave now."

Binga began peering out the window, but didn't dare approach rashly. Although he had some suspicions, he knew he only had one life, and he couldn't afford to take risks when he needed to be cautious. Only by staying alive could he hope for a promotion.
It was quiet outside the window. There were no noisy students on the playground, and no sound could be heard from the direction of the teaching building. Only a few innocent children could be vaguely seen peeking out of the window.

As for the so-called ambush, not a single thing was found.

But the driver's clothes, lying on the ground outside, seemed to be tempting me to go out and pick them up.

This kind of act is for kids!
Binga sneered inwardly, but his face remained expressionless. His sharp gaze swept over the surroundings as he silently entered the bathroom.

There is a small window here. It would be a pipe dream for an adult to go out through this window, but it would be easy for Binga.

He wasn't particularly burly; rather, he was rather slender and agile. Combined with his skeletal structure, he could move through spaces smaller than his own body, much like a cat.

"At this point, that person is most likely hiding somewhere in front of the main entrance, waiting to deliver a fatal blow after I go out. I never would have thought that I could get out through such a small window."

Binga checked the situation with the broken lens and, confirming that there was no problem, felt relieved.

really!

Binga, having found the loophole, did not gloat. He took off the extra clothes, leaving only long pants and a short-sleeved shirt, and miraculously squeezed out in less than ten seconds.

He circled around warily, his expression suddenly turning grim.

Not found!

how can that be possible?
Shinichiro Shinichi wasn't at the door.

They even searched the room where the garbage truck was parked, but there wasn't a soul in sight; it was as if it were all just their imagination.

The driver's clothes were under his feet. These clothes meant that someone had entered the room while he was in the bathroom. Although they didn't have time to take Anya away, they took the clothes. Wasn't that to seduce him?
"Damn it, we've fallen for their trap!"

"Maybe he never intended to confront me head-on in the first place; he was just wasting my time!"

Binga's expression changed drastically. He was afraid that if he didn't leave soon, reinforcements would arrive, and he might not be able to handle the situation!
He immediately opened the door and returned to the garbage room. Hiding there now would be pointless; his every move had probably been seen by Shinichiro, who might even be secretly laughing at him.

He grabbed Anya from the cart and got into the driver's seat of the garbage truck.

The entire process proceeded smoothly without any harm, further confirming my suspicions.

"But you didn't expect me to see through it, did you? I just drove away. Without the tracking device, let's see how you find me. When I return, it will be my time to strike back!"

Thinking about all this, Binga unconsciously smiled.

Looking at Anya sleeping soundly beside him, a sense of confidence welled up within him.

If we believe that Rum will not harm Natsukawa's family, we probably can't find a suitable entry point yet.

With Anya by his side, Xia Chuan, while not entirely under his control, was at least somewhat restrained, preventing him from acting like a headless fly.

"Kakaka-"

"Um???"

Binga's smile gradually faded.

"Kakakaka."

With his head down, staring at the spot where the key was inserted, Binga fell silent.

With each press of the clutch and brake, the car key turned repeatedly.
"What's wrong? It won't start?"

"Damn it! How could this happen at a time like this! This is just too unlucky!"

Binga slammed his hands on the steering wheel, causing the whole car to vibrate. The steering wheel tilted slightly, as if it had been damaged.

Then, a rustling sound reached my ears.

Binga was startled. Looking down, he saw that the car's center console cover had fallen to the ground due to the vibration.

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This thing would never normally fall down.

I picked it up and examined it closely. I could see clear pry marks on the edges and corners.

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

Binga gritted his teeth, his eyes bulging, wishing he could find Shinichiro right now and beat the shit out of him.

At the far corner, Shinichi Araide breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he had sabotaged the ignition system beforehand. Without the car, it would be much more difficult for Binga to leave, especially since he was carrying a burden, making it even more difficult.

Wait a little longer, Miss Joel will be here soon, please hang in there!
"Damn it, when did they find me? They even had time to sabotage the car's ignition system."

Binga cursed and swore for a while, then jumped down with Anya in his arms and ran straight to the corner.

The garbage room was originally located on the edge of the school to prevent the smell of garbage from affecting the students, which gave Binga an opportunity.

The wall was a bit high, but it was convenient. There was even a motorcycle parked in the alley outside. His second option was to leave through the wall.

This was a move that Shinichiro Shinichi could never have imagined!
The high wall seemed nothing to Binga. He pushed off with his feet, using the big tree next to him as a second take-off point, and made a beautiful leap, even completing a twist in mid-air.

Keep in mind that he was still holding Anya, which shows how strong his explosive power, waist strength, and balance are.

Shinichiro watched this scene with surprise and envy, as he couldn't do such a move yet.

He realized his mistake a moment later and felt a wave of regret. If he hadn't lost focus, he would have had a chance to fire!

He had already realized that the wall could be a shortcut for the other party to leave, but there was nothing he could do about it. The fact that Binga hesitated in the garbage room for more than ten minutes was already a testament to his good training during this period.

"Miss Joel, have you arrived yet?!"

Shinichiro waited a short while, and when he realized that the other party did not turn around, he immediately ran towards the wall.

Without Binga's skills, he can only honestly climb trees and scale walls, but at least it's not as strenuous as Conan's back then.

However, just as he peeked halfway out from behind the wall, he saw a flash of light flying toward him.

Startled, Shinichiro Tomoaki let go of the wall with both hands and fell to the ground with a thud.

Looking up 120 degrees, and looking back at the tree behind me, I saw a sharp tactical knife embedded seven or eight centimeters deep, the handle still shaking violently.

If that force had hit my face, I'd probably be meeting God by now.

"Humph!"

"I knew someone was there!"

"It really is you!" Binga flipped back over. The outside was calm, and Shinichiro's reinforcements should not have arrived yet. He judged that he still had some time.

They decided to take Akihiro Tomoaki with them. They heard that his father was once an outer member of the organization. If someone like that became Natsukawa's subordinate, he might know some unknown secrets and perhaps explain Natsukawa's identity.

"Ania!" Shinichi called out, but Ania was not responding at all as Binga held her in his hand, her eyes closed, like a lump of mud.

Is it impossible?!
Shinichiro forcibly dispelled his bad premonition, his hands unconsciously curling up, his whole body tense, like a cheetah poised to pounce, wary of Binga.

Binga smiled casually, but not wanting to waste any more time, he walked over quickly.

"Hmph, aren't you underestimating me far too much?"

Shinichiro's lips twitched. The disdain in the other person's eyes was too offensive, so he could only draw his gun to save face.

However, Binga was faster and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye. Shinichiro's vision went black as he realized that his pistol had been kicked away. He wanted to say something but couldn't get the words out. He felt a pain in his head, and then everything went dark. He lost consciousness.

"So weak."

Despite his training, Shinichiro didn't even have a chance to make a move against a top assassin like Binga.

With one person in each hand, Binga easily scaled the wall and headed toward the alley.

Immediately after knocking out Shinichiro, Binga had a premonition of danger. He strongly suspected that reinforcements had arrived, but he couldn't find an opportunity to act because of the two hostages he held.

He held the newly arrived Zhiming in front of him, remaining vigilant about his surroundings.

The motorcycle started with a loud roar, and the moment it started finally calmed Binga down a little.

Just wait, Xia Chuan, I'll show you what organizational tactics are all about!

The look in Xia Chuan's eyes when we met that day flashed through my mind. I couldn't remember if it was disdain or contempt, but it was just very unpleasant.

Just as the motorcycle sped out of the alley, a figure suddenly blocked the middle of the road.

The screeching sound of brakes cut through the air, the car came to a violent stop, and the tires left long scorch marks on the ground.

"Tweet-"

Binga broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes wide open, his heart pounding like a drum.

It's not that he's particularly safety-conscious or still shaken from almost hitting someone; it's just that seeing the person's face made him feel fearful.

"Jol!"

With difficulty, Binga managed to utter those two words, his lips tinged with bitterness, his mind completely blank.

It shouldn't be Joel, how could it be Joel?

Today, Yor is at work. It will take at least 25 minutes to get here from the Metropolitan Police Department, and that's the fastest it can go.

But my smooth and effortless operation just now didn't take much time at all, and even including the time wasted earlier, it was less than twenty minutes.

How could it be so much faster?
Joel disdained to answer, nor would he.

She stood rooted to the spot, her chest heaving violently, her heavy breathing unusually clear in the silence. Her rosy face was expressionless, except for her eyes, which were as cold as ice, their chill seeming to freeze the surrounding air.

When Joel gets angry, he exudes an unparalleled sense of oppression. At this moment, even Xia Chuan would feel cold sweat on his face, let alone Binga.

"Put them down!"

The two remained locked in a stalemate for a long time. Joel coldly rebuked him, took a step forward, and a phantom tiger seemed to appear behind him, leaping down from the jagged rocks. Its menacing gaze, as if it wanted to devour someone, made Binga, the assassin, take several steps back.

The cold sweat on his forehead and his wildly beating heart showed Binga's tension. He already had a clear understanding of his opponent's strength.

Now, this kind of person has become my direct opponent.

Can I win?

The result is obvious.
No, wait a minute!

Binga shook his head vigorously, intimidated by Joel's imposing presence, almost forgetting that he still had two hostages in his hands.

He swallowed hard, threw Shinichiro behind him, pulled Anya in front of him, and said in a fierce tone, "You don't want anything to happen to them, do you? Let me leave quietly, or even if I die today, I'll make sure they both pay with their lives."

After saying that, he lightly weighed the two of them in his hands, and resumed his nonchalant smile. But this was just a facade, so that Joel wouldn't see his dejection. Only he knew how nervous he was.

He admitted there was an element of gambling involved, and that no normal person would easily give way, because being arrested was no different from being killed on the spot.

He knew, and Joel probably knew too.

Joel pondered, pursing his lips.

Yes, she knew.

But that's Xia Chuan's daughter, and now she's her daughter too.

As a mother, I must ensure my daughter's safety, even if the chances of survival are slim.

Jol was confident in his speed, but still dared not try.

If the opponent only had Shinichiro, she wouldn't be under so much pressure, but unfortunately, the opponent also has Anya.

Her gaze fell on Anya, and a hint of unease flashed across her face.

"Ok?"

Noticing the change in Joel's expression, Binga's heart skipped a beat!
There is a play!

This kind of plot, which is usually only seen on TV, seems to be about to happen to me. Would anyone really be a fool to step aside at this moment?
Binga was overjoyed. He twisted the throttle on his motorcycle, and the engine noise echoed all around.

Sure enough, the next moment, Joel moved aside by half a body length.

Without any further probing or questioning, they simply stepped aside without hesitation.

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Binga could only say that today's actions were somewhat unexpected. Whether it was Anya, Shinichiro, or Yoel, their performances caught him off guard.

Fortunately, the outcome was good; at least we got the person.

As the clutch was released, a large amount of smoke billowed out of the trachea, and the tires rubbing against the ground created a pungent stench.

The motorcycle was heading towards Yoel, and just as they were about to pass each other, Binga remained vigilant, but his gaze towards Yoel carried a hint of mockery.

"Shh-"

At that very moment, Binga suddenly saw a smile appear on Joel's face.
What do you mean? What are you laughing at?
A question arose in Binga's mind.

Just as his attention was drawn to Joel, the little girl who had been forced to lie on the gas tank moved, slipping like a slippery eel towards Joel.

That smooth posture suggests he's probably fallen off the bed quite a few times while sleeping; it's very natural.

"Damn it!"

Binga had lost count of how many times he had uttered those two words today; at this moment, he felt only endless regret.

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