Gin doesn't want to work hard

A dark figure huddled in the corner couldn't help but tremble.

She covered her mouth tightly, trying to minimize her presence.

Before the newcomer noticed her.

She took out her phone, her hands trembling, and dialed a number.

After a while, the call was answered.

A slightly puzzled voice came from behind.

"Hey?"

"show……"

"puff!"

Before he could finish speaking, a bloody hole appeared on the figure's head.

The fear in her eyes had not yet faded when she opened them wide and took a deep breath.

A tall figure was reflected in the empty eyes.

My hand loosened its grip weakly, and the phone fell to the ground with a soft thud.

The person on the other end of the phone sensed something was wrong and fell silent.

Kurosawa crouched down and picked up the phone.

He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the four words "Shuichi Akai" displayed above.

After thinking for a moment, Kurosawa took out a familiar-looking bow from his trench coat pocket.

This is the same voice changer that Professor Agasa gave him, just like the one Conan used.

Kurosawa adjusted his voice, and when he spoke again, it was Vermouth's voice.

"Akai Shuichi."

“...Vermouth!”

Shuichi Akai's voice, clearly somewhat angry, came from the other end of the phone.

Kurosawa chuckled softly, mimicking Vermouth's tone.

"This is just interest."

"Next time we meet, you'll be the one lying on the ground!"

After saying that, Kurosawa hung up the phone.

After doing all that, Kurosawa felt a little better.

Without a doubt, Shuichi Akai probably hates Vermouth to death right now.

Kurosawa tucked the ribbon back into his pocket.

Then he shot and destroyed the phone.

"boom!"

Almost simultaneously, a gunshot rang out from above.

Upon hearing this voice, Kurosawa frowned slightly.

Logically, their guns should have been equipped with silencers and shouldn't have made any noise.

Unless, of course, it wasn't Vermouth and her group who fired the shots!

……

at the same time.

Ireland dodged the bullets somewhat awkwardly.

He had no idea that two people were hiding behind a door at the same time.

Due to the angle, it happened during the brief interval after he killed one person.

Another person shot him.

Just as Ireland was about to retaliate, the man pushed his companion's corpse forward and ran away.

Ireland was blocked by the corpse, and the man disappeared from sight.

However, considering Vermouth and Gin outside, Ireland wasn't in a hurry.

He then kicked the corpse aside and leisurely chased after it.

……

As Kurosawa came up from the basement, he bumped into a man.

Looking at the gun in the man's hand, Kurosawa realized that he must have been the one who had just fired the shot.

Kurosawa glanced behind the man and, unsurprisingly, saw Ireland's figure.

Seeing that Ireland had already pointed his gun at the man, Kurosawa didn't want to cause any trouble, so he simply took a step back to avoid getting the man's blood splattered on him later.

But this step, I don't know what kind of illusion it created for the man.

The man actually stepped forward and pointed his gun at Kurosawa.

"Stop it, or I'll kill him!"

Kurosawa, who was being held hostage for the first time while in Gin's state, was momentarily stunned.

Similarly, Ireland and Vermouth were stunned when they saw this scene.

Chapter 167 Explosion

"Pfft hahahaha!"

The tense atmosphere was broken by a burst of laughter.

Vermouth almost doubled over with laughter, making no attempt to hide her schadenfreude.

“Gin, you… hahaha…”

Ireland, not far away, also had a slight smile on his lips, but he was still somewhat reserved and didn't laugh out loud.

However, it must be said that the scene of Gin being taken hostage was indeed dramatically comical.

The man pointing a gun at Kurosawa was bewildered by Vermouth and the other man's reaction.

He couldn't understand why they could still laugh when he clearly held their companions' lives in his hands.

Is it possible?

Are they at odds with each other?

Considering the nature of the organization Vermouth belonged to, the man felt that his guess was correct.

hateful!

If that's the case, then his actions at this moment would be completely meaningless, wouldn't they?

The man glanced at Vermouth out of the corner of his eye; she was clearly watching the show.

Then he looked at Ireland.

The man who had previously ruthlessly drawn his gun and killed his accomplice had now simply put it down!

They also adopted a spectator's stance.

The man's hands trembled slightly as he looked at Kurosawa.

Because Kurosawa had taken a few steps back, he was now standing on the descending stairs.

The large hat obscured his face, making it impossible for the man to see his expression.

However, given Vermouth and the other person's actions, the man subconsciously put himself in the role of Kurosawa being abandoned by his companions.

Recalling Kurosawa's instinctive avoidance when he saw him, the man suddenly felt somewhat pathetic.

Having abandoned his plan to continue attacking Kurosawa, the man unexpectedly turned his gun on Vermouth.

He wasn't familiar with the other people, but he was familiar with Vermouth, whom they had been chasing for so long.

Men are very familiar with this.

Since we're all going to die anyway, we can't let the other side get away with it!

With that thought in mind, the man pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Things took an unexpected turn.

Vermouth, who was happily watching the show, never expected that the other party would actually shoot her.

In the narrow corridor, there wasn't much room to hide.

Vermouth could only fall backward to barely dodge the bullets.

Just as the man was about to fire again, a sharp pain shot through his wrist.

He screamed in pain, his hand went limp, and the pistol fell to the ground.

Kurosawa stepped forward and kicked the pistol away, thwarting the man's attempt to pick it up again and fight back.

The man looked up at Kurosawa in disbelief.

Kurosawa frowned and kicked the man.

"Stop giving me that disgusting look."

Vermouth stood up, dusted herself off, and walked toward them.

"What were you thinking about just now?"

"Why did you suddenly attack me? Hmm?"

Vermouth bent down and pinched the man's chin, forcing him to look up.

Vermouth was genuinely curious about men's thought processes.

Gin, such a big person, was standing in front of him, yet he didn't make a move; instead, he chose her.