I'm in Detective Conan, and the system has appointed Batman.

Chapter 198 Self-Reaping Harm
— Makoto Kusakabe shouldn't have encountered such danger.

In the original theatrical version of "Zero the Enforcer", Makoto Kusakabe should have come into contact with criminals who steal data at some point and obtained special software from them that can control the Internet of Things.

Makoto Kusakabe was able to create one incredible incident after another by relying on this software.

Makoto Kusakabe hasn't received the software yet.

However, he seemed to be dying.

As the absolute ace of the Tokyo Public Prosecutors Office's Public Security Department, and a righteous prosecutor trusted by the public for many years, if Makoto Kusakabe were to be murdered under these circumstances, it would absolutely cause a huge uproar in Tokyo.

Whether it's out of consideration for Tokyo or simply for the sake of the system's tasks.

Chen En would not let Kusakabe Makoto die here.

He died in this room full of gangsters.

What's so funny?

What do you value life?

Chen En's voice was hoarse and serious.

The room door, which had been locked, was opened silently.

The two thugs in suits standing in front of the door didn't even have time to react before their consciousness left their bodies in the sudden attack, and they slowly collapsed without making a sound.

It wasn't until he spoke that everyone realized the uninvited guest had arrived.

The man in black wearing a black skull mask turned to look at the uninvited guest standing at the door.

"Are you kidding..."

The masked man said,
Is today the day of some kind of comic convention?

He saw a familiar shape.

A character who only exists in comics and movies, and should not exist in reality.

He saw Batman.

"You are……"

Seiya Kusakabe turned to look at Chen En.

Almost instantly, he thought of his previous meeting with Chen En at the Poirot Café.

Chen En claimed to be Batman at the time.

This reminded him of the bat that had recently gained notoriety within the Tokyo Public Security Bureau.

However, Makoto Kusakabe did not expect this.

It turns out that the bat that rose to fame was a bat in the literal sense.

Chen En never hid his identity.

However, no one would ever associate the unknown Chen En with that mysterious bat.

Makoto Kusakabe did not reveal Chen En's name.

However, the masked man didn't care about all this nonsense.

He sneered,

"Well, Batman, another clown from a masquerade ball."

Who do you think you are?

"How dare you act so presumptuously on my turf? Do you believe that with just one order from me, bullets will rain down on you, riddling your ridiculous costume with holes?"

Batman said in a low voice,
"You can try."

The words have not yet fallen.

The group of men in suits, along with the masked man, almost simultaneously raised their pistols and fired.

Even though the gunshot was almost imperceptible due to the silencer.

But so many sounds overlapped.

It still makes one wonder if someone is setting off firecrackers in this alley.

However, bullets cannot keep up with Batman's pace.

It was just a loud bang.

The smoke had already filled the entire room.

All the thugs in suits could no longer see anything but thick white smoke.

They immediately stopped firing their guns.

Opening fire again under these circumstances could potentially injure our own people.

The masked man frowned.

He fired a shot diagonally downwards at the spot where Kusakabe Makoto had been standing.

At this point, it seems it's no longer appropriate to continue playing with this guy.

However, he did not smell the familiar, intensified stench of blood.

The shot didn't seem to land properly.

A look of surprise flashed in the masked man's eyes. He frowned and said loudly,

"Idiot, get out of the smoke and block this alley!"

"No matter where that oddly dressed freak takes Makoto Kusakabe, his ultimate goal is to get him out of here. We can't give him that chance!"

The masked man's voice echoed back.

His face turned grim.

—The door appears to have been closed and locked again.

Otherwise, his voice wouldn't have echoed.

However, what made him even angrier than the echo was that no one in the entire room responded to him.

How is this going?

Are all the others already dead?
The masked man couldn't believe this was happening in this tiny room.

Even a dozen pigs couldn't be taken down in just a few seconds.

Besides, these are the gang's elite thugs!

They were trained and far more powerful than the average person, but now they have all vanished silently in the smoke. Why is that?
The masked man instinctively took a step back.

However, his body bumped into something backward.

His immediate instinct was to turn around and fire.

However, a hand had already gripped the wrist of the hand holding the gun.

The next moment, accompanied by a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

The masked man let out a scream.

"Aaaaaah, my hand! My hand is broken!"

The masked man, who was indifferent to harming others, screamed in agony when he was hurt himself, which was particularly ironic and ridiculous.

The pistol fell to the ground with a thud.

The masked man was grabbed by the arm and lifted up.

until now.

He stared in horror at the figure that was faintly visible in the smoke.

Sharp ears, cold eyes.

A sense of fear, emanating from the depths of one's being, quietly spread.

The next moment, he heard the man ask,

"who are you?"

The masked man's face was contorted.

However, all of this was hidden beneath a black skull mask, unknown to anyone.

He said in a trembling voice,

"What's it to you, you freak!"

Go back to your mother's arms and nurse!

Boom!
An unusually heavy sound came from the room.

The masked man was slammed hard against the wall.

He felt as if almost all the bones in his body were broken.

With his eyes wide open, his body slowly slid down, unable to muster any strength.

He could only see the figure getting closer and closer to him.

Until I stood in front of him.

He was holding a baton that smelled of blood.

"I don't think you'll take up much of my time."

A deep, hoarse voice reached the masked man's ears.

The next moment, his eyes widened.

He watched as the person in front of him raised that extremely dangerous-looking stick, and with a whooshing sound and unparalleled force, brought it down, breaking his leg almost instantly.

"what!!!"

Screams echoed through the room.

However, no third person will know what's going on here.

They deliberately chose this deserted and remote place.

The purpose was to prevent others from interfering.

However, their choices have become their prison at this moment!
Self-sufficiency!

(End of this chapter)