Conan, I'm an actor

"Breaking through personal limits? A sparring partner?"

“To defeat him, brute force or endurance alone won’t work,” Ares said seriously. “Only by breaking through his own limits and invalidating the data he collected can we win.”

"Can my sister win?"

“I don’t know.” Ares stared at Minerva on the field. “She’s trying to transform, but she might lose before she’s done.”

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and Xincheng's eyes lit up. Almost instantly, he changed his original return method and placed a small ball. The tennis ball touched the net directly, then rolled on the net before landing on the Minneapolis court a few seconds later. The entire court was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Such a low-probability event might not occur even once every few years.

Xincheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Looks like I'm in luck."

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” Minerba said, looking at Shinjo. “That ball should have landed near the baseline, but after sensing the change in wind, you changed your return method.”

"If that's what you think, then so be it." Shinjo stretched. "You're making rapid progress, aren't you?"

“Is your calculation still valid now?” Minerva asked, staring at the new city.

"The original calculation result was 2, the current calculation result is 5, which is barely manageable." Shinjo gave a thumbs up. "As expected of the world's number one, you found a way to crack it so quickly."

"Which great demon king from another world are you?" Minerva couldn't help but retort upon hearing Shinjo's words.

“Then I’ll get serious.” Shinjo took off his wristband and poured out a dozen or so pieces of yellow metal, which were probably counterweights.

“The counterweight, and that color…” Ares stood up abruptly, “Gold? How is that possible?”

Being utterly outmatched by a tennis newcomer is humiliating enough, but now someone is telling him that this newcomer was wearing so many gold weights while playing against him. What kind of monster is this guy?

After removing the counterweights, Shinjo used his speed and power advantage to forcefully suppress the opponent, and finally won the game with the Zero-style short ball.

Minerva stared blankly at the tennis ball landing at the net. Although she understood the principle behind this type of shot and knew that it was theoretically possible to hit it, four consecutive returns like this were truly hard for her to accept, and she felt she had lost inexplicably.

"The wind was quite strong today, and with my luck, I really had a good game." Xincheng put his racket into his bag. "If this wind had passed, I wouldn't have been able to hit a shot like this."

At this moment, Ares had already entered the field and was walking directly towards the new city.

“I want to invite you to enter the world of tennis,” Ares said seriously. “This is a very formal invitation, and if you agree, I will…”

“I’m just playing around,” Shinjo interrupted Ares. “Besides, what would be the consequences of this kind of unorthodox tennis appearing on the court?”

"Unorthodox?" Ares looked at Minerva behind him, who was standing there blankly, as if she had been beaten into a state of depression.

“She needs comforting right now, so it’s not appropriate for you to be on my side.” Xincheng patted Ares on the shoulder. “This is my business card. If you figure out how to get rid of me, feel free to come and get your revenge.”

"How to defeat you?" Ares looked at Minerva behind him. "I guess I don't have a chance, maybe..."

"Then nurture her well." Xincheng patted Ares on the shoulder. "Don't think about running away. I wish you two a happy ending."

"Lovers eventually get married? What does that mean?" Ares was a little confused, but when he tried to chase after her to ask for clarification, Xincheng had already disappeared.

Outside the stadium, as soon as Shinjo got into the car, Conan followed him in. At that moment, Stout had already started the car and was accelerating, so it was too late to push him out.

"You little brat, you're really persistent." Shinjo's face darkened instantly as he looked at Conan, who was sitting next to him grinning foolishly.

Conan looked around the car and noticed that Akemi and Ai were both there. The driver was a middle-aged man dressed in all black. These three people had two things in common: they were all wearing bulletproof vests, and they all seemed to be members who had defected from some organization.

Shinjo took a bulletproof vest directly from under the seat and handed it to Conan.

"This is..." Conan realized that he seemed to be in trouble.

“The effects of the drug have been revealed, and so has my identity as a traitor,” Shinjo said expressionlessly. “Gin is in London right now, and because of a paparazzi’s photo, he knows we were playing tennis on that very tennis court.”

"Paparazzi?"

"They probably want news about Minerva Grass, after all, she won Wimbledon, and she was out with Ares, her almost confirmed rumored boyfriend." Shinjo looked at Stout in the driver's seat, "How's the situation now?"

“Curaçao caused some trouble; those guys can’t get to the stadium for now,” Stout said, looking in the rearview mirror. “However, we can’t rule out the possibility of rats following us or someone intercepting us from the front, since this is their territory.”

"Where's MI6?"

"This case is now under the jurisdiction of the police. As for MI6..." Stout shrugged, his meaning clear: they couldn't be relied on.

"Give your sister Xiaolan a call, this might be our last goodbye," Shinjo said with a smile. "Let's go straight to the port area."

"The port area, by boat?" Conan was taken aback. "Wouldn't that make me an illegal immigrant?"

"Edogawa Conan should stay in London, understand?"

"Oh." Conan then remembered that Ran and the others were still at the basketball court and asked somewhat nervously, "Are Ran and the others in danger?"

“What danger could there be? The organization is already in the eye of the storm. Gin and his men, as long as they’re in their right minds, won’t kill innocent people indiscriminately.” Shinjo stretched. “Especially those celebrities. If he did, Gin wouldn’t be far from becoming a stray dog.”

"Now that you mention it, I suddenly feel sorry for him. By the way, that..." Before Conan could ask, he heard Shinjo yell "Get down!" and his head was pressed down.

One bullet hit the glass and embedded itself in the outer layer, clearly indicating a sniper shot from the side. Fortunately, the car was armored and the bullet didn't penetrate.

"Speed ​​up!" Shinjo gave the order immediately. "Don't go in a straight line, they might attack the tires!"

"What would happen if the tires were blown out?" Conan asked, still a little scared.

“The car, which was originally going over 100 kilometers per hour, can only go to about 40, but that’s not a big problem. Even if the tires are blown out, it should be able to make it to the port.” Stout said with a smile, “Kids, hold on tight, we need to speed up.”

Conan, Ai, and Akemi tried to keep their bodies low to the ground.

Xincheng reclined the back seats, took out a box from the back, and placed it next to him.

"What's in here?" Conan asked curiously.

"A sniper rifle?" Conan was taken aback. "You're not planning to have a sniping duel with someone in the car, are you...?"

“Yes, what’s wrong?” Shinjo opened the box and picked up a huge launcher from it.

"You call this a sniper rifle?" Conan asked somewhat guiltily as he watched Shinjo load the bullet. "This is a rocket launcher; using it indoors will kill people!"

"Who told you this is a rocket launcher? You have no common sense at all." Xincheng snorted. "This thing is a man-portable missile, which uses laser guidance and remote control guidance. The drone in the sky will control the missile's landing point, and you don't have to worry about it after it is launched."

"You want to use missiles on the territory of a sovereign nation?"

“If you don’t tell me, who will know?” Xincheng said to Stout. “Stop when we pass that building ahead, I’ll launch the missile, and then we’ll head to the port.”

"Hey!"

“There was someone on a building 2km away from us using a sniper rifle to aim at us. The first shot missed, so he probably shot at the tires.”

"Okay!" Stout turned directly into the dead end.

Xincheng carried the launcher, aimed it at the sky, and fired a shot. He then left the rest to the drone network. A few seconds later, an explosion occurred on the top of a building in the distance.

The journey continued peacefully without any obstacles until they entered the port area, at which point they heard the sound of helicopters overhead.

“This…” Stout glanced at the helicopter approaching them, then looked in the rearview mirror. “Boss, should we give them another shot?”

Xincheng listened to the information in his earpiece, his expression somewhat strange. "They're from the military. It must be that the missile we just fired that caught their attention. Are you sure you want to fire one at them?"

Upon hearing that it was a military helicopter, Stout immediately fell silent. No matter how bold he was, he wouldn't dare to confront another member of the UN Security Council on its own soil.

But what if they can't shoot down the helicopter? If the helicopter spots Dolphin 202, they'll face a naval manhunt.

Conan's face turned pale. Even the fastest speedboat can't outrun a helicopter, and speedboats can't travel long distances. In the end, they'll definitely have to get on a ship. What ship can outrun a warship?

Xincheng said with a smile, "Don't worry, the entire port area has been fenced off. If they're not afraid of crashing, they can try to break through."

As soon as he finished speaking, the helicopter that was flying steadily in the distance suddenly dropped a distance. After finally stabilizing, it flew forward for a while, but this time it spun around in the air and soon crashed into the wilderness on one side.

Shin-cheng looked in the direction the helicopter had crashed, opened his mouth, and said, "How could you be so stubborn? Couldn't you have just stayed out of the way?"

Just then, Stout parked the car on the shore, and after everyone got out, he pushed the car into the sea and then got on the speedboat himself.

Meanwhile, on the other side

Cohen and Chianti had already set up their sniper rifles and were standing outside the perimeter. The building where Calvados was hiding was right in front of them; if Chianti's initial shot failed, Calvados would attempt a second shot from there.

“It’s all my fault. I’m the one who didn’t keep them here,” Chianti said through gritted teeth.

“Calm down.” Cohen looked around. “There are London police all around here. If they spot us, we’ll be in trouble.”

Just then, the London police inside the cordon began to disperse the surrounding crowd, and soon, several bodies carried out on stretchers were brought out.

"Should we go and retrieve the body?" Chianti asked in a low voice.

“Calvados’s body is definitely under special scrutiny.” Cohen shook his head. “If you try to steal it now, you’ll only expose your identity and get yourself into trouble.”

"But……"

“Let’s go.” Cohen pressed down on Chianti’s shoulder. “We’ll find a chance to get revenge for him later.”

Faced with this situation, Chianti had no choice but to follow Cohen's advice.

Meanwhile, Gin stood outside the stadium, looking at the empty stadium with a sinister look in his eyes.

"Mr. Kurosawa, what are you doing here?" Kogoro Mouri suddenly asked, staring at the man in front of him.

Gin was taken aback, looked at Kogoro Mouri, and thought carefully for a moment. He realized that he had never met this famous detective before, and then said stiffly, "Sorry, we have never met."

"How could that be! You were there with Inspector Megure when you solved that case last time, weren't you?" Kogoro Mouri said with a smile. "If it weren't for your tip, that case might have remained unsolved. By the way, are you still working at the liquor company? Have you expanded your liquor delivery business to Europe? Or are you here to buy supplies?"

Chapter 300 Escape (Part 1)

Upon hearing Kogoro Mouri's words, Gin immediately recalled that search. He hadn't done anything wrong, yet he was secretly investigated by the Japanese police, and in the end, all the safe houses under the identity of "Kurosawa Jin" were destroyed.

"This involves trade secrets, so I cannot disclose any information. I must take my leave now." Gin adjusted his hat and then got into the Porsche 356A next to him.

After Gin left, Ran Mouri came out from behind and asked with some reproach, "Dad, why did you do such a dangerous thing?"

Kogoro Mouri took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I just wanted to verify one thing: whether they are really as dangerous as Shinjo said."

"The results of it?"

“It was indeed dangerous. I just called his name once, and he put his hand on his waist. If I’m not mistaken, there should be a handgun over there,” Kogoro Mouri said, frowning. “If I had said anything wrong, he would have shot me.”

"Then why..."

"Shinjo gave this to me before he left." Kogoro Mouri pulled open his suit jacket, revealing a black metal object inside. "At this distance, I'm confident we can both be severely injured."

He had already made this plan. After all, it was really worrying that such a guy was eyeing his son-in-law. He didn't want his daughter to be a widow.

However, considering that there was an organization behind Gin, and that if one Gin died, others would emerge, he did not act rashly.

"Is it really okay to tell him about that?" Xiaolan asked with some concern. "Won't that guy cause trouble for Uncle Xincheng?"

"I've already asked Shinjo about this. Shinjo said that this guy has a blood feud with him, the kind that can't be reconciled, so one more thing won't make a difference." Kogoro shrugged helplessly. "Since he said that, why should I be polite?"

On the other side, Gin got back into his car and drove a long distance away.

"Boss, what did Kogoro Mouri say just now?" Vodka asked with some concern. "You look terrible."