Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

This time it was in English, but Sano couldn't understand it... Hmm? ??

Can't understand!??

Sano's eye twitched involuntarily, and his steps paused almost imperceptibly for a moment before his gaze shifted subtly to the large black box that the blond-haired man was carrying on his shoulder, with a high-energy English song playing loudly.

The sound was deafening.

...Damn it, I didn't even notice! Why is this guy carrying a speaker around during a fight?!

Chapter 261, 260: Conan "Falls in Love"

What's the difference between this and pooping in the street?

Seemingly noticing Sano's gaze, the blond-haired man turned his head and gave Sano a smile that roughly meant "no need for praise."

Even though Sano could only see the blond guy's eyes, he still fully understood what the other person meant.

The problem is... who the hell is going to praise you?!

Sano secretly let out a breath and raised an eyebrow at the blond-haired guy—turn this thing off!

Huang Mao raised an eyebrow, nodded to Sano, patted his chest lightly to indicate that he understood, and then turned the volume of the speaker up to the maximum.

Sano: "..."

No way, are you fucking crazy?

Why are you making eye contact and then winking and gesturing like that? Is your face twitching?

...I feel like the momentum just suddenly dropped.

Seeing that the situation was beyond repair, Sano could only glance at the scene out of the corner of his eye. The Osaka delinquents walking towards them also seemed somewhat bewildered.

However, the special forces members next to Sano did not show any unusual behavior.

It's likely that Huang Mao had explained this to them beforehand.

...So, am I the only one who doesn't know?

Seriously? Are you kidding me? As the boss, I'm the last person to know the truth. How can you be so unreliable?

Fortunately, it was already late, and the area seemed to have been cleared out, so there weren't many other passersby. Sano wasn't so embarrassed that he had to turn around and leave.

Otherwise, I would really want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

No, maybe we don't even need to look. Sano can just dig a hole in the Fairy Castle with his toes and move in.

Sano continued on his way while adjusting his mindset.

Although the upward momentum was interrupted, Sano could still pretend to be nonchalant and arrogant, and even if it didn't add anything, at least his momentum wouldn't weaken any further.

...The blond-haired guy next to him was unaware of Sano's thoughts and was even secretly pleased with himself.

Actually, back in the last operation, after hearing Sano humming and hawing, Huang Mao felt that his boss seemed to really enjoy humming during operations.

That's how this idea came about, and how we're taking action now.

Although Huang Mao didn't quite understand why anyone would like to listen to music during a fight, since his boss liked it, he, as the underling, naturally had to be considerate and make preparations even if the other party didn't mention it.

Huang Mao went to great lengths to find a suitable song, listening to it from morning till night, and even dreaming about it.

Finally, they set their sights on this rock-style English song.

...Even though the blond-haired guy couldn't understand English and didn't even know how to say the song title.

But to be fair, it was fucking awesome!

From now on, let's just stipulate that the members of Black Reaper must play this song when they are on missions.

Select it directly as the battle song!

With the battle song as a backdrop, even their steps became more confident.

As expected of our boss's choice, he certainly has good taste!

On the other side, Hattori Heiji and his son, along with the others, also heard the faint singing, and then they all showed speechless, stunned expressions.

...It's one thing for delinquents in Tokyo to act arrogantly, but why are they so high-profile and...special?

Fighting with speakers?!

"Dad."

Hattori Heiji snapped out of his daze and asked Hattori Heizo hesitantly, "This doesn't mean we need so many people to fight against more than a dozen people, does it?"

"……do not know."

Hattori Heizo was actually a bit confused, because he didn't know much about what had happened that night.

He only received a report from his subordinates that a large number of delinquent teenagers were gathering in the city center, so he quickly got up and summoned police officers to check the situation. In fact, due to the urgency, he couldn't even gather many people.

After arriving and making some inquiries, I learned that it was a war between the delinquents of Osaka and Tokyo.

...Although Hattori Heizo didn't quite understand why Tokyo delinquents would suddenly appear in Osaka and start a fight, he had still heard of the Black Reaper who had caused quite a stir in Tokyo more than once.

After all, even well-known yakuza organizations were taken down by this group of "rebellious kids" who most people wouldn't have paid much attention to in the past.

"Dad, aren't you going to stop them? If it gets any later, I'm afraid those guys will get beaten to death..."

"I won't get involved unless someone actually dies."

Hattori Heizo interrupted Hattori Heiji directly: "Although delinquents are not yakuza members, they are similar in nature."

"Putting aside the fact that it's against the rules for us, as officials, to get involved in their affairs before it goes too far, even if we really wanted to get involved, we simply don't have enough manpower. Taking rash action would only make the situation more chaotic and wouldn't be of much use."

Upon hearing Hattori Heizo's explanation, Hattori Heiji glanced at the hundreds of police officers behind him, and then at the tens of thousands of Osaka delinquents.

...It seems that there is indeed a slight...imbalance.

After all, not everyone is as reckless as the Black Reaper.

When the authorities get involved, they generally try to maintain a numerical advantage. In everyday situations like catching criminals, they don't even recommend taking action in a one-on-one situation.

It should be at least two against one, and ten against one would be the best.

But look at things now.

Even one against ten wouldn't be enough to cover the damage, one against a hundred would be more like it. If you can avoid it, it's definitely better to stay away from it...

While Hattori Heiji and his son were talking, Sano and the Osaka delinquents stopped about ten meters away from each other.

"You're Black Death?"

The samurai leader glanced at the speaker carried by the blond-haired man, remained silent for a few seconds, and then looked at Sano, tentatively asking, "Do you need us to give you a little more time to wait for your other underlings to arrive?"

"There's no one else here, after all, there's no need to waste so much money on transportation."

Sano spoke calmly, which only fueled the fire in the samurai leader's eyes: "I admit you're a good fighter. After all, the rumors of Black Death dominating Tokyo overnight can't be false. But things are different now. You might be able to take down hundreds of people one by one, but we have a hundred times that number here. Do you really think you can beat us?"

How will you know if you don't try?

Sano tapped his toes, completely ignoring what the other person was saying.

As the samurai leader said, tonight's battle is on a completely different level from the difficulty of Sano's earlier bloodbath experiment. Even if he has improved during this time, it is impossible for him to defeat so many people.

But then again...

Who said that the Tokyo performance was Sano's limit?

Please, even Sano himself doesn't know his own limits in his special attack suit form, okay?

Before the samurai leader could say anything more, Sano threw a punch at him.

And this punch became the clarion call for the charge.

A dozen or so special forces members let out a cryptic howl and followed Sano into the crowd.

Then, figures began to fly around wildly, accompanied by screams and roars.

That night, the pounding rock music played for a long time.

……

Pulling his thoughts back, Hattori Heiji still felt a chill run down his spine when he recalled the figure from last night.

Heiji Hattori couldn't remember anything else, or rather, there was no need to remember it. In his view, the only thing he needed to remember was—

A non-human monster, with only a dozen or so people, managed to defeat and subdue tens of thousands of delinquent youths; that was more than enough.

Meanwhile, Conan, after listening to Heiji Hattori's "recollections," was completely bewildered.

The Black Death has actually come to Osaka?

Kokushima has started a war with the Osaka delinquents?

How could one person, along with a dozen others, wipe out tens of thousands of people?

Black Death...

In short, after much deliberation, Conan's thoughts boiled down to just two words.

Black Death.

Damn it, I really want to leave this place behind and go find Black Death.

Conan started grinding his teeth, but after calming down a bit, he felt it wasn't necessary.

Firstly, the big battle happened last night, and Kokushiro has likely already left Osaka. Even if he hasn't, it would be difficult for Conan to find someone in such a large city as Osaka who has absolutely no clues.

Secondly, even if Conan really finds Black Death, he won't be able to do anything about him.

After all, to be honest, Kobe Bryant currently has no criminal record. The only point of contention is Conan's highly subjective "intentional homicide" in the earlier Maple Leaf Gold Coin incident, which might not be effective in court.

...Furthermore, Conan doesn't believe he can defeat Kokushi.

Find the other party and deliver the vegetables.

...The last time we met, I got kicked pretty hard.

But then again.

Thinking about it carefully, Conan seems to have not seen this mysterious figure who once haunted his dreams for a long time, and he even feels a little nostalgic.

Information about the other side is scarce; the last time I heard about the Black Death was...

Cough, no, last time it seemed like Black Death led a group of yakuza members to be wiped out, right?