Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Within just a minute or two, dozens of cars drove off in the direction Sano had left without any attempt to conceal their presence.

Meanwhile, on the upper floors of the hotel, Gin and his five companions silently watched the cars gradually disappear from sight.

Apart from Gin, the others, including Vodka, all had a hint of unspoken words in their eyes.

Recalling how Sano had said earlier, "I'm not leaving with you guys. I sent a challenge to the FBI agents and I'll play with them later," the facial muscles of the group stiffened again.

...To be honest, everyone acknowledged Rye's abilities.

No matter who they are compared to, they will not hesitate to give the other person a thumbs up.

Even taking on an entire organization single-handedly is not impossible.

Especially considering last night's example, that guy had all six gun barrels destroyed, yet he didn't seem to have been hit by a single bullet.

I've never seen a monster like this before.

...But even such a monster, in America, the FBI's headquarters, going head-to-head with the FBI, isn't that a bit absurd?

Of course, this matter has little to do with them.

Anyway, they weren't the ones facing this situation. If someone wants to court death, can they stop them? Besides, whether it's courting death or not is another matter. At least judging from the fact that Gin didn't stop the other party.

Gin still has confidence in rye?

"gone."

After Gin withdrew his gaze, he called a few people and left.

...The FBI was completely drawn away by Sano, rendering Gin's original arrangements useless, even though he still intended to do so.

Just to be on the safe side.

Who knows if these FBI agents were deliberately pretending to be lured away?

The purpose was to lower Gin's guard.

As for Sano...

Although Gin felt that Sano was being presumptuous, he remembered the phone call he had just received.

Gin chose to let it go.

……

After driving to the location of the duel in the challenge letter—the familiar yet unfamiliar abandoned factory in the suburbs—Sano immediately got out of the car carrying two large bags.

Then, without hiding or making any other moves, he simply put his bag on the ground and stood there quietly, waiting for the FBI agents to catch up.

Soon, vehicles arrived one after another, and hundreds of FBI agents got out, drew their pistols without hesitation, and pointed them at Sano, their eyes blazing.

"...Rye whiskey."

James frowned slightly as he looked at Sano, who stood swaggering under countless gun barrels: "We've arrived as promised. Now you can try to figure out how to escape this inescapable trap."

Despite his confident words, James remained extremely cautious.

...After all, judging from last night's "battle situation," this is a monster who can carry a Gatling gun and a box of bullets through the battlefield unscathed from hundreds of gun barrels.

Even though the other side doesn't seem to be carrying any weapons of mass destruction, it would still be quite troublesome if they were determined to escape.

As for James's statement, Sano was pondering whether he should fight or run.

With the arrival of James and his group, the task of initiating the challenge was completed, which meant that Sano didn't need to consider the content of the challenge at all; he only needed to decide his next actions based on his own thoughts.

Of course, we can't win in a fight... I'm not kidding.

Sano was not in his best condition to begin with; he was extremely exhausted both mentally and physically. Last night, he pushed his bullet-dodging skills to the limit.

Not only was I physically exhausted, but my muscles were also very sore, making it impossible for me to engage in strenuous exercise... especially since Sano had set the timing of the "challenge" at this time.

The cooldown period for the 100% bullet-dodging ability hasn't even ended yet.

Relying on the cheat codes available to other rye vests, it would be difficult to defeat these hundreds of professionally trained agents in a head-on confrontation.

But it's nothing.

In any case, Sano had already prepared to "lose" from the very beginning.

Otherwise, Sano wouldn't have increased the difficulty to the maximum level after failing to exploit the first bug, wanting to ensure success on the first try.

Of course, it's not impossible to win if you want to.

At worst, I can just unleash my full power and erase all traces within a few kilometers.

But that would be too troublesome... Although, when the time came, Sano still had a slight thought of trying to contact the FBI.

"I remember Shuichi Akai was one of your men, right? Didn't he come?"

Sano suddenly asked James a question, while his eyes darted around, trying to find the previous owner of his code name.

However, James simply said, "He didn't come," which immediately killed Sano's interest.

...It's probably best to leave as soon as possible.

Sano couldn't help but yawn, while in the distance, a crow landed on the rooftop.

Sano's figure was reflected in his dark eyes.

"Why do you think I brought these two heavy bags here specifically for?"

Without any intention of setting the stage, Sano kicked the travel bag beside his feet and asked James, the undisputed leader.

Before James could even think, Sano gave the answer.

"These are gifts for you... two ultimate works of art."

"artwork?"

James's expression froze for a moment.

What does it mean?

Along with the doubts, a strong sense of unease also arose in James' heart.

"Hmm, what, don't you know what art is?"

"That's quite a shame. Well... although you'll witness it with your own eyes later, I'll tell you in advance since there might not be time for you to react."

Sano raised his head, and his face, clearly visible beneath the brim of his hat, broke into a wide grin, revealing gleaming white teeth that seemed to chill the surrounding air.

It sends chills down one's spine and makes one shudder.

"...So-called art is just an explosion."

As he spoke, Sano raised his hand, bringing his five fingers together and then spreading them apart, mimicking an "explosion".

"Like this, bang!"

Exhaustion caused bloodshot veins to appear in Sano's eyes, and the curve of his mouth became increasingly terrifying. Despite his cheerful and lively "explanation of science," James's pupils continued to contract, and his face grew paler.

And the final "bang" from Sano startled James so much that his body trembled.

"Watch out for bombs!!!"

Without time to think, James, whose mind went blank, roared out.

The FBI agents, gathered together, were like startled birds.

They scattered and fled quickly.

Unfortunately...

It's too late.

Chapter 368, 367: The Great Technique of Shifting Forms!

At the same moment, neon lights shine from afar.

A figure raised his left hand, which was covered by a black glove, and snapped his fingers.

"boom--!!!!"

Flames gathered and surged into the sky, creating a powerful shockwave that swept away everything around it, the roar echoing through the heavens and earth, deafeningly loud.

"what……"

As the aftershocks of the explosion subsided, leaving only a wisp of smoke, the buzzing sound from tinnitus further aggravated James's already groggy mind.

I became increasingly dizzy.

James struggled to his feet, supporting himself with his hands. He staggered several steps, shook his head to try and clear his head, and then he heard faint screams and wails all around him.

Looking around blankly, he saw that almost all of the more than one hundred agents were collapsed on the ground, with only a few, like James, able to get up.

The agents who fell to the ground did not die or lose consciousness on the spot. After all, there was still a considerable distance between them and Sano, the bomb, and they reacted in time... Of course, this was just a minor factor. In short, the situation did not reach the worst possible level.

But this is definitely not good.

Because the shockwave from the explosion is different from that of fragmentation grenades.

Sometimes, although it may seem like nothing is wrong on the surface, the internal organs may be injured, bleeding, or even... turned into a paste.

Two other unfortunate individuals, who were closest to the flames, were even burned by the expanding flames, with burns covering a considerable area. Their internal injuries are likely the most severe.

In short, it's necessary to get him to the hospital for examination and treatment as soon as possible.

"Quick, get him to the hospital! Call an ambulance!!"

James urged the agents who were still able to move to prioritize sending those in more serious condition to the hospital, while he stayed behind to direct those with some medical knowledge to handle the situation while waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

...After all, there were too many wounded; it was impossible to send them all away at once.

This is the only way we can do it for now.

Only after most of the agents had been sent away did James turn his attention back to the epicenter of the explosion—a large crater created by the blast.

Due to the high temperature of the explosion, the crater was pitch black and had many cracks.

Let alone the new rye, even the car that the other party drove was just a skeleton, and a badly damaged one at that.

Where is that guy? Is he dead?

James wiped his smudged face. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't believe that Blackie, who was standing next to the bomb at that time, could have survived.

But it shouldn't have been blown to bits, right?