Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

...The main problem is that it's impossible for them to keep up.

And so, the connection to the zoo ended.

Haha, they're all trivial matters.

Anyway, Qian Zuoye has already received it.

The criteria for recruiting members of the assassin team have been established.

All you need to do is create an account on the professional assassin platform and link it to Sano's Black Cat alias account, and you're considered a successful recruit.

Regardless of whether the new hire has ulterior motives or disobeys orders.

That all counts as signing a "contract".

In addition, the reward for joining Spider is a full 100 points.

I just didn't know that this headcount fee was a fixed amount for one person.

It depends on the applicant's skill level.

In short, Sano's team has at most a dozen or so people.

So there's no need to rush.

There's no rush.

Take your time.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Suddenly, a vaguely familiar shout reached my ears.

Sano stopped, somewhat puzzled, wagged his tail, and turned to look over.

Then, the sound of shattering glass rang out, and a huge black shadow crashed through the floor-to-ceiling window of a shop dozens of meters away and flew out.

After realizing that the guy who had crashed to the ground was actually Little Fatty, Sano's tail paused.

Immediately afterwards, two more dark figures flew out from the broken French windows.

It was none other than blondie and Ran Mouri.

Looking at the three somewhat disheveled individuals, each had sustained injuries of varying degrees.

Sano then turned his gaze to the black man who strode out of the floor-to-ceiling window with an imposing air. Yes, a black man, a real black man.

Not those three fakes like Kyogoku Makoto and Amuro Tooru, the kind that are counterfeit and inferior.

His bare upper body was full of firm, muscular muscles, dark and shiny.

He's about 1.89 meters tall, not as tall as the chubby guy, but taller than the blond guy and Ran Mouri.

It's still considerably higher.

The black hair was slightly shorter than Spider's, braided into dreadlocks, and hung down the back of the head.

He exudes only one aura—I'm a formidable fighter.

"What's wrong? Is that all you've got? Get up and fight again!"

With a confident and arrogant smile, the man provoked Ran and her two companions.

"I'll beat your mother up!!"

The blond-haired man rushed forward, his fist was easily blocked, and then he was kicked several meters away again.

Ran Mouri became the next target.

Ran Mouri is no weaker than the blond guy, but he's not much stronger either.

The very first moment of the confrontation.

Ran Mouri had already fallen completely into a disadvantageous position and was being relentlessly suppressed.

Seeing Ran Mouri fall to the ground, the chubby boy behind her finally got up.

"My mom said that anyone who bullies girls is a bad person!!!"

The chubby boy clenched his fists together behind the man and slammed them down.

The black man didn't try to be brave and block the blow. He dodged to the side, then grabbed the chubby boy's collar and punched him several times, making his nose bleed profusely.

Fortunately, Ran Mouri and the other blond guy who got up again coordinated their attack in time, which diverted the man's attention from the fat guy, but they were still fighting a tough battle.

No, calling it a bitter struggle is already too kind.

This was a one-sided humiliation and beating of Ran and her two companions.

It was nothing more than "punishment".

So, this guy is the one the blond guy was talking about.

They've been causing trouble for the Black Reaper, constantly yelling that they want him to come out, are they Black people?

Sano frowned, a frown that he couldn't even manage to furrow.

After glancing at the few scattered gossiping passersby on the street, Sano tried to revert to his black cat form but failed, probably because there were security cameras.

Tsk.

Sano quickly turned around, found an alley, deactivated his black cat form, and put on the black death vest.

When Sano returned to the "battlefield," the battle seemed to be coming to an end.

The overwhelming dominance caused the battle time to be shortened infinitely.

"Hahaha, Tokyo is really interesting. I didn't expect that just wanting to fight that so-called Black Death would lead me to run into so many powerful figures."

After laughing a few times, the black man's eyes turned cold: "But I'm getting a little tired of this, and you guys are done for. If you don't want to die, tell me right now where the hell this black guy is, and tell him to come out and fight me!"

The blond-haired man with a bruised and swollen face spat on the black man and smiled disdainfully.

He didn't speak... I don't know if he's already lost the ability to speak.

The black man wiped the phlegm off his body expressionlessly, without any anger. He just looked at Ran Mouri sitting next to him and said, "I know you guys are tough. Fine, then. If you don't call Blackie out, I'll take it out on this little girl."

"you……"

The blond-haired man's expression changed. He wanted to get up and start cursing, but he simply didn't have the ability.

In the end, it was the chubby boy who stood in front of Ran Mouri.

"My mom said that a real man should protect girls..."

Little Fatty's situation is actually no better than Yellow Hair's.

However, compared to others, Little Fatty is stronger, so even though he is somewhat mentally unstable, he still has a certain ability to move.

Even when Little Fatty was in top form, he could only take the beating.

With this level of action capability, it's practically zero.

"Want to play the hero? Fine, I'll grant your wish."

The black man grinned, kicked the chubby boy to the ground, and then landed several more punches.

"You bastard..."

Ran Mouri struggled to her feet, trying to stop the other person.

But just then, a voice suddenly broke in.

"enough."

"Ok?"

The black man stopped punching, turned his head, and saw a figure wearing a special forces uniform.

"Oh, another punching bag?"

"...Boss."

The blond-haired man on the ground weakly greeted Sano, which startled the black man for a moment.

He showed an expression of immense surprise.

"So you're Black Death, huh? Damn, we finally got you out of there." (FBI)

to be frank.

The black man's Japanese wasn't very good, and he occasionally mixed in a few English words, but that was a minor matter because Sano completely ignored him.

As he approached, Sano looked at the chubby boy, whose face was completely disfigured and who was no longer recognizable as human.

...This black man still has some manners.

Comparatively speaking, Ran Mouri's injuries were the lightest among the three, while the blond-haired and chubby guys were injured at roughly the same severity, or perhaps...

Gentlemanly manners?

Just like Ran Mouri, whose injuries were the least severe, but whose physical attributes were probably the weakest.

This resulted in Ran Mouri being unable to move even with the least severe injuries.

The injuries to Little Fatty and Yellow Hair were said to be similar, but Little Fatty's injuries were more severe due to his larger size.

In fact, Little Fatty's "injury" was probably the most serious.

"Waaaaah..."

Tears welled in the little fat boy's eyes. He choked back sobs, but still managed to mumble incoherently, "I am... a man... I have to protect girls..."

...as someone with the mental capacity of a few years old.

Little Fatty's way of thinking should be taken into account as a child's.

Even the previous time when the chubby boy was crying and hitting someone, Sano could understand it.

Children, whether they feel wronged or angry.

It often comes out with some cat urine.

When Sano was a child, he got into fights, and the situation was similar.

Yet a child can maintain such a strong will under such circumstances.

That would be truly rare.