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

Chapter 362 The Mad Slaughter of the Japanese Assassin
"Tama's dump truck? What dump... Batman? No, is this the time to bring up Batman?"

Unlike the Dongchen Association, the leader of the Nishen Association, Guitong Nafu, has already reached the Red Warmth level.
He had no interest in Batman or anything like that, because the holiday assassin who appeared on New Year's Day was still relentlessly targeting high-ranking members of the Muddy Association!

Originally, Guitong Nafu thought this was just a personal feud between the vice president and that festival killer.
It wasn't until the Holiday Killer shot and killed Kiriko Busujima, who was preparing to contact a sniper in preparation for the assassination of Batman, that he realized the Holiday Killer was after the Mud Party!
He had no idea who the holiday killer was, or what had gotten into him that led him to attack them!

Furthermore, the holiday killer was incredibly efficient, killing from morning till night, moving to a new location after each kill. From New Year's Day to tonight, a staggering 70% of the Mud Ginseng Association's high-ranking members have died at the hands of that holiday killer!
The most bizarre thing is that the killers during this holiday season are exceptionally ruthless; sometimes they kill entire families on their own.

They caused a gas explosion, sending the entire cadre from the oldest to the youngest who was hiding in his house to the sky. That cadre still hasn't found all the hero fragments!

"The problem now is, how do we deal with this holiday killer!"

"At this rate, it's only a matter of time before they kill you all, or even me. Forget about Tamah's Batman; the most important thing right now is to take down this holiday killer!"

"Now, some officers have even turned themselves in to the Metropolitan Police Department to escape the holiday assassins!"

The demon child, Nakama, was still writhing in impotent rage.
In truth, there was nothing he could do but rage impotently, because Mud Ginseng had too many enemies to possibly find, and none of them possessed the fighting prowess of that festival assassin.

In addition, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is still relentlessly suppressing the influence of the Muddy Association, so he can't even go door-to-door to investigate his enemies. He's completely on the defensive, and if this continues, he might not even be able to save his own life!

In the meeting room, the few remaining cadres who had attended the meeting exchanged glances, unsure of what to say.
If others don't know, how could their trusted confidants not know?
The ghost child, Natsufusa, has multiple criminal cases against him and a large amount of money of unknown origin. Turning himself in to the Metropolitan Police Department would be a dead end, and running away with the money in front of the holiday killer would also be a dead end. He can only wait to die here.

They're now considering joining forces to sell the Ghost Child House, hoping to get some preferential treatment from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

The killers during this holiday season are too ruthless; they kill entire families at the drop of a hat. Who can withstand that?
They are indeed gangsters, but they are not just copycat gangsters. They also have feelings and families. They joined the gang just to live a better life. If they didn't feel that leaving the Muddy Association would still result in the same killings during festivals, they would have left the Muddy Association long ago!
"I……"

Just as the demon child was about to make his move, the phone rang.

He grabbed the phone, pressed the call button, held it to his ear, and said angrily without any politeness,

"Who are you? Speak up if you have something to say, I'm not in the mood for wasting my breath!"

The person on the other end of the phone fell silent for a moment because of his attitude.

However, soon, the person on the other end of the phone spoke Japanese with a heavy American accent.

“I am Morticie Hunter, the one you contacted earlier, hoping I would kill someone for you.”

"I'm calling to ask why, since you've already helped me get revenge, the person who was supposed to be my contact hasn't contacted me yet. Have you given up on the collaboration?"

Mortis Hunter's voice betrayed a hint of doubt.

He couldn't get in touch with Kiriko Busujima, and since there was no news record of such a yakuza boss dying, Mortis Hunter still doesn't know that Kiriko Busujima is dead.

Upon hearing Mortis Hunter's voice, the ghost child Nafang frowned.
He's never done anything good in his life, only bad things, but this time is an exception. Since he's now in dire straits himself, he can't care about assassinating Batman. Therefore, he doesn't intend to accept the reward.

Just as the ghost child was about to tell everyone on the other side to go back to their own homes,
He suddenly froze—wait, Mortis Hunter? Didn't Kiriko Busujima say before that this guy was the Navy SEALs' ace sniper?

Could it even be the type of attack that can be carried out beyond visual range?

If the Festival Killer was targeting the Mud Ginseng Association's top brass, and all of them are currently in the conference room at the Mud Ginseng Association's headquarters, then the Festival Killer must be waiting outside for them to show their face.
Why not use snipers to counter snipers?

"Motish Hunter, my friend!"

"You've come at just the right time. To be honest, our Mud Ginseng Society recently encountered a very skilled sniper. He killed many of my brothers, and now he's blocking our building, preparing to kill all of our high-ranking members!"

"We need your help, and for that, we can give you money, lots and lots of money!"

Mortis Hunter's voice trailed off briefly.

Seemingly startled by the sudden change in expression from the ghost child, he paused briefly, seemingly searching through some directory, before Mortician Hunter inquired.
"I can come over, but whether my disciples and friends can come over depends on who your enemy is."

"Tell me, is your enemy Daisuke Jigen or King? Or Pramie or Scrooge?"

Who are these people?
The ghost child, Nafang, blinked.
He only knew one person, Daisuke Jigen, but now wasn't the time to worry about that. Regardless of whether it was true or not, even if it was, he would say it wasn't. Therefore, Onikiri Natsufusa loudly proclaimed...

"No, no, it's just one of my enemies, but I have too many enemies, I don't know who it is!"

"My friend, I need your help now, come quickly!"

Only one simple word came from the other end of the phone.

"Roger".

call ended.

Upon hearing the reply from the other side, the ghost child Nafang breathed a sigh of relief.

If he really is the army's ace sniper,
That's definitely much better than some amateur assassin; maybe he's already safe.

A bullet shot out from the curtain at a tricky angle and instantly pierced the head of a mud-brick cadre closest to the Ghost Child's room. Upon seeing this, the Ghost Child immediately bent down, his eyes filled with horror.

—Impossible, this position couldn't possibly be targeted by a sniper!

Where exactly did the holiday killer fire its gun?

Who exactly is that guy?!

(End of this chapter)