Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

It's highly likely that Gin will make the trip himself?

Chianti unconsciously thought of another member of the organization... a sniper.

As a sniper even stronger than Shuichi Akai, although he doesn't seem to like using sniping, if that guy comes over...

It should be easy to handle, right?

"Beep!"

Suddenly, the walkie-talkie in the man's hand crackled to life, followed by a cold voice: "This is Number One. We've located the target, but the target has also spotted me. Number Two, cooperate with me to take him out."

Upon hearing this, Chianti's heart skipped a beat.

The middle-aged man grinned and pressed the intercom button: "Number Two, did you hear that?"

After a few seconds of silence, a soft laugh came from the walkie-talkie.

"Moshi Moshi, this is number two. Number two has also found the target and can be taken down at any time."

Chapter 410, Page 409: Kurosawa's Hostility

……Um?

The middle-aged man was stunned. Was this the voice of the second sniper?

Isn't he a man who's almost thirty? Why does he sound like a little kid who hasn't even grown up yet when you listen to him on the walkie-talkie? Is it because of the walkie-talkie?

After all, he was just a temporary subordinate hired at a high price, and they weren't very familiar with each other, so the middle-aged man didn't think much of it and just looked at Chianti.

"Well, the outcome is decided, it's about time to admit defeat, isn't it?"

However, Chianti, who was also taken aback upon hearing the voice on the walkie-talkie, had a strange expression on her face before finally revealing a mocking and sarcastic laugh: "Ah, you're right."

"The overall situation is already decided."

"biu!"

Before the middle-aged man could recover from Chianti's strange reaction, a silenced gunshot rang out over the walkie-talkie, followed by "Number Two's" voice: "Target eliminated, lock on next target."

"Next target?"

Just as the middle-aged man was wondering why there would be another target, he heard a "splat" sound, and blood splattered everywhere. Immediately, a gap appeared in the wall of people blocking his way.

"biu!"

Gunshots rang out again over the walkie-talkie.

The middle-aged man's neck twisted to the side, and he collapsed into a pool of blood.

That's right, men are the next target.

As for the previous target, it was naturally that adorable sniper number one.

At the same moment the man fell to the ground after being shot, Chianti drew his gun and fired wildly. In the ensuing chaos, precise bullets flew rapidly from the darkness.

The enemy was killed one by one.

After confirming that all dangers had been eliminated, Sano adjusted his sunglasses, stood up, and turned to look at the figure who had also put away his gun and stood up two or three hundred meters away.

Cohen also looked at Sano and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

"Hey Rye, why didn't you say anything when you arrived? What if I hadn't recognized your voice and started doing something wrong?"

Chianti's complaint came through the walkie-talkie; she had probably taken that guy's walkie-talkie.

In response, Sano retorted, "I don't have your phone numbers, so how am I supposed to call out? Run up there and yell, 'Here comes the Black Rye!'?"

"Furthermore, I honestly find it hard to understand why you didn't even mention your situation when requesting support. If I hadn't reacted quickly enough, I might have actually stepped in and shouted that out."

After a few seconds of silence, the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie uttered a soul-searching question that seemed to question the meaning of life.

"Wait a minute, you mean Gin not only didn't give you a communicator, but he also didn't tell you what the hell our situation is?"

Sano was taken aback upon hearing this, and then his eyes turned deadpan.

...Generally speaking, Sano understood what was going on.

This shows that Gin is incredibly oblivious and doesn't care at all about the lives of the sniper duo.

Or should we say that Gin's "trust" in Sano was a bit too much?

Both sides wisely chose to skip this topic.

After arriving downstairs to meet up, Sano originally planned to hitch a ride with the duo.

Then a speeding black van caught the attention of the three of them.

"Hurry up!"

As he watched more than a dozen men in black rush out of the van and head straight for the rooftop of the building where Chianti had been, Cohen pushed up his goggles and said.

"It seems we're not the only ones receiving reinforcements."

"But their support is too slow."

Chianti turned to Sano: "What do you mean by rye?"

"It's not a true supercar after all, otherwise it could probably carry twice as many people."

Sano's answer left Chianti with several question marks.

"It might be a bit troublesome to leave it to someone else to clean up the mess, let's just take care of it ourselves."

Sano then steered the conversation back to the main topic.

"Then let's..."

Sano grabbed Chianti, who was about to turn back: "Why bother? There's a trap on site, waiting for them to come back."

Chianti paused for a moment, then turned her gaze to the black van.

...This person is so cunning.

"Unfortunately, Gin said this mission can't cause too much of a commotion, so using bombs is definitely not advisable."

Hearing Chianti's feigned sigh, Sano raised an eyebrow: "He didn't tell me."

Chianti's lips twitched: "But we're right next to you. If we let you do whatever you want, who knows if you'll get scolded, but we'll be in trouble!"

"Alright, alright."

Sano reached behind him, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"call……"

A white mist drifted by, revealing Sano's snow-white teeth: "Then let's try a different approach."

A few minutes later.

Chianti sat in the passenger seat, looking through the rearview mirror at the black van behind them. From her angle, she could see a crimson dot in the darkness beneath the van.

It is very conspicuous.

"coming."

Cohen gave a reminder, and Chianti immediately perked up, watching the dozen or so men in black hurrying along and cursing as they squeezed back into the van.

then……

"Huff—"

Instantly, scorching flames erupted from under the car's chassis, engulfing the entire vehicle.

Amid screams and shouts, the men in black attempted to escape from the car.

But after only a few guys emerged, their bodies covered in flames and quickly engulfed, the car exploded again due to the flames.

"..."

Seeing the two remaining flame figures, still breathing, they screamed and rolled on the ground.

Chianti broke out in a cold sweat: "Didn't we agree not to make a scene?"

"This is hardly a big commotion."

Sano looked away from his phone and turned to Chianti: "Gin's point is simply that he can't let anyone notice anything unusual about tonight's events. It's just a normal car fire that caused the explosion; it wasn't a bomb."

...That makes sense.

Chianti narrowed her eyes and asked again, "But, is there a problem with the ignition device you left under the car? Won't the police detect it? And why did you make it look like smoke?"

"Want to learn?"

Sano asked abruptly.

Chianti paused for a moment, then asked in surprise, "You can teach me?"

"It's no use, you won't learn it even if I teach you."

Sano's words caused Chianti to give him a deadpan look... Why the hell didn't you say that in the first place!

"Alright, let's get out of here. I have a mission to complete, and we're running out of time."

Urged on by Sano, Cohen started the car and drove away quickly.

……

The next day arrived.

Sano received a new mission as soon as he woke up.

[Please defuse the target bomb within the mission time limit. Completion will earn you 100 enhancement points. Mission time remaining: 02:59:59.]

Defusing a bomb?

Sano scratched his messy hair and pulled out a map.

If we have a location, that makes things easier. Let's just eat a bowl of instant noodles to fill our stomachs first.

After getting up, boiling water, washing up, and finishing a bucket of instant noodles, Sano went out to the location he was supposed to be located, switching to the alias of Kurosawa along the way.

Soon, Sano saw a lively scene in the distance.

...Is this the street where they were talking about holding some kind of parade last night?

Sano was taken aback, somewhat surprised.