He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

puff! ! !

At a distance of twenty meters, the brass bullet reached its promised land in an instant, piercing through flesh and blood!

Vodka groaned, clutching his left shoulder as he ran behind the oil drum filled with cement. If he hadn't trusted Gin completely and acted without the slightest delay upon hearing the order, this shot would have killed him!

The reason the other side didn't fire a second shot was, of course, because Gin had already quickly drawn his gun and provided suppressive fire, forcing the man to retreat after one strike.

Gin glanced at Vodka, then swayed and pressed himself against the container, the muzzle of his gun protruding from the edge once more.

boom!

boom!

The two shots rang out in quick succession, but both missed their targets.

Gin's lips curled slightly as he slowly inhaled the cigarette dangling from his lips. In the dim flickering light, he breathed softly and took a step forward, his footsteps silent.

The moon and sky, the tides, the sound of the wind...

Everything, everything, completely stopped.

The only thing active in the world was that patch of darkness, that wisp of killing intent.

Gin slowly raised his hand, pointing towards the shipping container!

boom!

The bullets came from inside the container!

Gin's pupils contracted slightly, and he pulled the trigger. The dense gunfire suddenly became a chaotic jumble, click! He ran out of bullets, and with a flick of his right hand at the hem of his shirt, he found the magazine...

Bang! ! !

The already dilapidated and riddled with bullet holes metal suddenly burst open, revealing a thick-soled white leather boot to Gin!

Gin crossed his arms to protect his face, and the immense force sent him flying backward. Before he could even regain his footing, his body lurched to the side.

boom! boom! boom!

The spot where he landed was hit by a three-round burst, leaving a finger-sized dent in the concrete and sending debris flying. Vodka peeked out and fired, but the white figure vanished in a flash, disappearing back into the darkness of the container.

"Big brother! I've already notified Chianti and the others!"

"He won't delay that long, so stay alert."

Gin changed his magazine, took both pistols in his hands, and stood on the open ground, his sharp eyes scanning his surroundings, especially the shadowy areas where the moonlight did not reach.

“Shuiyue Yingsheng, I’ve seen your medical report from the hospital last month. Your weak body probably can’t support you to continue with high-intensity exercise.”

There was no response, as expected. Gin grinned and said, "You originally planned to be an assassin, but you gave up because of that corpse you filled with cement."

Is that person's identity important?

Vodka, dig!

Vodka stood up without hesitation, transferring the gun to his drooping left hand, while his right hand reached into the half-dried cement. A slight noise came from behind him, and Vodka's body trembled; he was about to…

“It’s a pebble. Continue,” Gin said calmly.

Vodka nodded vigorously, then moved even faster. Another strange whirring sound came from behind him, but he didn't react at all.

but,

Do you really think I'm a stone?

A cold, eerie voice drifted from behind.

A chill instantly shot up his spine from the soles of his feet. Just before his body stiffened, Vodka turned around sharply, ignoring the excruciating pain in his left shoulder, and pulled the trigger!

However, there was no one there!

In that split second, Vodka's gaze suddenly focused on something on the ground that gleamed with a silvery metallic sheen... a small MP3 player.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Gunfire erupted again behind him, and in that instant, only one thought flashed through Vodka's blank mind.

Goodbye, brother.

laugh!

Blood splattered from the corner of his eye.

Surprisingly, he didn't feel much pain. Vodka turned around in a daze, his long silver hair brushing against the moonlight and passing in front of his eyes. Gin tilted his head in mid-air, and a thin line of blood ran across his cold, white, marble-like left cheek.

"Give me the gun!"

"Diving to block a bullet, is it really necessary to be so reckless?!"

"Quickly, crouch down! Vodka!"

"die!"

Bang! ! !

Almost instantly, a white lightning bolt streaked across the sky, a gust of wind blew open his black top hat, and Vodka, who instinctively crouched down, saw a superb flying kick and a dark gun muzzle.

Oh no, I still couldn't dodge it.

Click!

The trigger was pulled, making a crisp sound.

Vodka collapsed to the ground, phew—thankfully, he was out of bullets.

But before he could react and fire, a sharp scraping sound came from beside his ear, a hissing sound—like metal scraping against concrete…

Metal?!

Concrete?!

When he was scooping out cement, did he touch something?

Vodka was terrified and rolled on the spot. *Swoosh*—a chilling sound came from his ear, and he could even clearly hear the sound of his hair being cut off.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the moonlight shimmering, and then, clang! The sharp edge of the katana slammed heavily into the oil drum!

The blade suddenly shifted, slashing downwards, and Vodka retreated backwards using both hands and feet.

Can't escape!

My life is over!

clang! ! !

What blocked the long knife was a black baton!

"Alright, alright! This guy is actually your son, isn't he?!"

With a flick of his wrist, Ying Sheng sent the blade slicing upwards along the baton, slicing straight down on Gin's five fingers.

"Then kill you first!"

"You don't deserve it!"

Gin flicked his baton, deflecting the blade, and lunged forward.

Ying Sheng sneered, but moved even faster than him, stepping on the pistol that Vodka had left behind and hooking it backward.

"Trying to use a feint? You're dead!"

Ying Sheng turned and ran, but Gin stopped in his tracks. He tossed his baton aside, reached for a magazine at his waist, and his left hand had already ejected a Glock magazine, ready to be pulled...

Zheng!

A gleaming blade flashed as it attacked!

Gin dodged the flying katana by tilting his head; the magazine was already loaded and the gun was cocked…

boom! boom! boom!

The familiar triple shot!

Gin quickly dodged, but the other side was aiming at his pistol!

Hey!

Da da--

The pistol, already loaded and ready to fire, fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

A shot was fired at the feet of the restless Vodka, and Hotaru aimed at Gin, a smile on his face.

"Don't move, sir."

Who exactly is this guy? He actually used up 13 points of his killing intent. Let's find a way to make up for it.

Snapped!

As if it were a physical object, a red laser dot suddenly appeared on Ying Sheng's chest, near his heart.

Gin grinned, wiping the bloodstains on his cheek with his fingertips.

"Don't move, Mizuki-kun."

Chapter 9 Truth and Negotiation

Sniper rifle?

Ying Sheng used the corner of his eye to look at the source of the laser pointer. About 500 meters away, on the rooftop of a low building, there was indeed a black human silhouette.

"Tsk, is Tokyo's public security really that bad? They even have things like this."

Ying Sheng shifted his weight to his right foot, slightly bent his left leg and lifted it up, slowly moving his ankle. "Looks like I have no choice but to take a gamble, sir. My winning rate is always very high."

"Ah…"

Gin's lips curled up slightly. "If you were really going to gamble everything, you wouldn't have said that nonsense."

"The main problem is that the martial arts technique I just used was too powerful, and my body couldn't keep up. I need to take a break."

"Martial arts... let's just say it allows you to unleash power far exceeding your own?"

"almost."