Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Sano didn't even look up, and the gas mask on his face suddenly disappeared.

"You don't actually think I'll stop before you die, do you?"

Faced with this situation.

Dodging bullets 100% is useless. Even with spider venom, you're still easily injured and might not be able to withstand it. Anesthetic gas is also useless now.

At present, it seems that Sano can only handle bombs.

Furthermore, they cannot use high-powered bombs; they can only use low-powered bombs to win by sheer numbers.

But that would be too troublesome.

Sano has a simpler and more direct approach.

After putting his hands in his pockets, Sano faced the astonished gazes of the people opposite him.

He pulled a submachine gun from his pocket, a gun longer than Sano's arm.

...What the hell is this pocket? It's more like a mobile arsenal!?

The group of people stared wide-eyed, feeling a chill run down their spines and their hair stand on end.

"The real show has only just begun."

Sano pulled the trigger, and the "rat-a-tat" sound rang out instantly.

"hidden!"

Amidst the roars, many who couldn't react in time fell to Sano's gun.

Because of the strategy against Sano, they wanted to fight without firearms.

That definitely means we need to limit Sano's firearms and their role in the battle.

Chapter 468, Chapter 471, King Gigi

At first, it was simply a matter of closing the distance so that Sano couldn't reload.

Even if Sano finds an opportunity to reload.

They were still able to overwhelm Sano with their sheer numbers.

But all of this is based on the premise that Sano was using a pistol.

This is a fully automatic submachine gun with a magazine capacity of dozens of rounds. Even if someone is fearless, they can't just go and throw their life away, right?

"Where the hell did this guy hide his weapon?!"

The group of people who were temporarily hiding behind the cover were all feeling somewhat frustrated.

Even so.

These people don't think they've lost.

So what if you have a gun?

So what if it's a submachine gun?

Could this gun possibly have unlimited ammo?

It's just that the sacrifices are a little bigger, but compared to last time...

We need to have more people here.

The middle-aged man, whose face was somewhat gloomy, thought to himself.

It's all this guy's fault. He insisted on targeting me, causing me to pay an extra price for replacing the other guys in the Mud Gathering.

No, once this is resolved, we need to find a way to make up for this loss.

However, just as the middle-aged man was beginning to consider his post-event plans...

Sano had already emptied a magazine of bullets.

"Quick, while he's reloading!"

The group of people hiding behind the cover immediately rushed out.

Sano reached into his pocket again, as if to take out a magazine.

But when Sano's hand came out of his pocket, it brought out with it.

But it was a submachine gun.

Oh.

Sano's lips curled up slightly.

It's not really about unlimited ammo; unlimited firepower is more of a stretch.

After all, with such a large arsenal, wouldn't it be crazy to leave the guns with bullets loaded or the magazines with bullets loaded?

...that is, there are requirements regarding the caliber, otherwise...

Sano definitely needs to shove a few Gatling guns in there, just in case.

one way or another.

Game over, little Karami.

"Da da da!!"

The gunfire, which had paused for a moment, rang out again.

The middle-aged man upstairs narrowed his eyes, gripped the railing tightly, and the veins on his hands bulged.

Damn, it feels like it's going at this pace.

It's no longer a question of the size of the loss, but a matter of life and death.

Even if they win in the end, the casualties will likely make subsequent negotiations and compensation claims extremely difficult, and they may even be expelled from the conference altogether.

These are all big problems...

wrong.

The middle-aged man shook his head; the most important thing right now was his own life.

Given the current situation, it seems we have to fight a battle of numbers and the enemy's ammunition... or perhaps we should have our men pull out their weapons again and give it a try?

The number of people here is currently plentiful, but not inexhaustible.

Reinforcements should be arriving soon...

The middle-aged man finally started to feel anxious.

...On the other side, Calvados was sitting in the car, using a sniper rifle to observe the situation inside the building through the open passenger window.

The perspective is too narrow; you can't see the whole thing.

However, it seems that rye has the upper hand?

What are those guys thinking? They're top-ranking members of the Mud Ginseng Association, surely they can afford to provide their subordinates with guns?

Just as Calvados, whose introverted nature had led to his lack of information and ignorance of the inside story, was feeling puzzled, a series of cars suddenly appeared from one end of the road, speeding towards them at an extremely high speed, and finally screeching to a stop next to the building.

Dozens of men in black quickly got out of the car and rushed towards the building entrance without saying a word.

Reinforcements?

So fast?

Calvados frowned and turned his gun around.

This is most likely just the first wave. We don't know how many more waves there will be or when they will arrive. Let's help draw some fire and resolve this as soon as possible.

Before Calvados could fire, a figure in his line of sight made him pause in surprise.

"call."

The group of men in black running at the front glanced toward the alley next to the building.

A foreign man in a suit, supporting himself on one leg, with his arm raised behind him.

It looks just like... the pitching motion of a pitcher in a baseball game.

"Snapped!"

Sano stomped out with one foot, while simultaneously whipping out his right arm like a whip.

Amidst the ear-piercing sound of something cutting through the air.

Countless tiny black shadows traversed a distance of twenty or thirty meters in an instant.

"Pfft!"

Immediately following were the sounds of flesh being pierced through.

Within a twenty-meter radius shrouded by the tiny black shadow, no one could remain standing.

Even if it's not a direct hit to a vital organ, a penetrating wound can't be considered minor.

The screams and wails continued as the child rolled on the ground.

Meanwhile, some small black beads covered in blood could also be seen in the pool of blood on the ground.

Steel balls.

This was also a method that Sano came up with on a whim.

The main inspiration came from Sano's experience of throwing people at the Twin Towers, and also from a character in a certain anime who was jokingly called King Gigi.

Using superhuman strength, throw things out.

Is it considered a ranged attack?

At least relatively speaking, it is a long distance.

Of course, this is not important.

Because throwing is a method that is ultimately limited in terms of distance.

Compared to the speed of rushing in and getting close, there's not much difference.

Most importantly, the thug suit and the Superman keychain have a similar problem.