Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

The mission over there has just ended, and considering that the White Impermanence has found quite a few helpers of good quality and quantity, it might be better to find another "helper" to cover for him.

"Ding Ding!"

Just as Conan was about to give up and even fell hard, twisting his ankle, Shuichi Akai was finally about to make his move... However, someone fired a shot before he could.

Unfortunately, all six bullets missed.

Gin's words were clearly not without merit. Using the top of the Suzuki Tower as a sniping point would be extremely advantageous in terms of terrain, and would greatly increase the chances of winning even against snipers of equal skill.

The bullet that hit him made Kevin Yoshino's expression change instantly.

There were other snipers present!?

The distance and angle difference are so small, that's impressive!

Yoshino quickly rolled over to the side, looking for cover... There was no other way.

Advantages are advantages, but not invincibility.

The Suzuki family tower is indeed the tallest building in the area, making it difficult for any sniper to find a sniping spot outside of it.

A single, decisive blow.

Because the probability of error is too high.

However, this does not mean that the possibility of no error is completely eliminated.

Especially when there is a large quantity involved.

What if someone got incredibly lucky and the mistake happened to fall on Yoshino?

That's not so good.

"...That's really true."

Shuichi Akai turned his gun around and quickly locked onto the three positions of the six snipers. He then let out a breath with a rather complicated expression... He had a rough idea of ​​who these people were and why they were targeting Yoshino. This was a good thing for him, since even he felt some pressure from this angle.

Perhaps it's a case of the rabbit mourning the fox's death.

I have mixed feelings.

"hateful!"

On the tower, Yoshino's face contorted in rage as he attempted to snipe again, risking his life, only to find that he couldn't see Waltz or Conan at all.

Finally, I chose to give up for the time being.

Why, why do they all keep ruining their own plans one after another?!

If this attempt fails, how will you succeed again...?

"boom!"

The door was kicked open, and twenty or thirty figures came into view.

The group of men raised their pistols at the same time and aimed them at Yoshino.

...Now, even their escape route is blocked.

"Put down your weapons and surrender, that might save your life, Kevin Yoshino!"

Whether it was an order from above to "capture him alive if possible" or simply out of their own deep-seated sense of morality, this group of people did not immediately open fire and kill Yoshino on the spot, but instead attempted to negotiate.

however.

Yoshino, who was almost insane, was no longer able to care about anything.

"what!!!"

After discarding the sniper rifle in his hand, Yoshino drew his spare submachine gun.

Unfortunately.

"Pfft!"

The submachine gun fell to the ground, and Yoshino had been shot once in each arm.

"Don't move. We don't want to kill you. We also hate scum like Waltz, but you have to cooperate with us so that he can receive the punishment he deserves, take responsibility, and get a fair outcome for Hunter!"

"The person is already dead, what are you talking about?!"

Yoshino roared, "Don't pretend to be noble with justice that's been delayed!"

...The two snipers, observing the situation at the top through their scopes, gradually relaxed their muscles and nerves.

That should be considered the end... um?

Suddenly, Shuichi Akai and Carlos simultaneously noticed something was amiss.

After adjusting the angle slightly, their expressions changed simultaneously once again.

"...Watch out for what's next!!"

Carlos pressed the button on his headset and roared.

"what?"

The group of people at the top of the Suzuki Tower were stunned by the shout and didn't understand what it meant, but they subconsciously looked to the side to check the situation.

A figure standing about ten meters to the left caused everyone's pupils to shrink instantly.

When did this guy get standing there?!

Because it was nighttime, even though the Suzuki family tower was temporarily closed due to the previous sniping incident, it still had basic lighting. In addition, being at the top, the moonlight was relatively bright, so as long as the figure stood a little to the side...

Especially when paired with that all-black outfit, it's not surprising that no one noticed...

"Who are you!?"

Having spent a long time in Japan, these Africans still instinctively speak Japanese.

The man turned his head slightly to the side.

Having been trained by professional retired soldiers, the group quickly adapted to the outline of the area and gradually made out that under the hoodie that was billowing in the wind, there was a black baseball cap.

And... a face that was indistinct, like a veil of mist.

……rye!?

Shuichi Akai and Conan, who seized the opportunity to hide in a different place and use his glasses to monitor the situation, both recognized the figure immediately.

"Does it matter who I am?"

Rye had his left hand in his hoodie pocket, and wisps of white smoke rose from the cigarette in his right hand... This was also the reason why the passerby hat's low-profile effect failed.

"The important thing is the killer behind you, you idiots."

Rye flicked the cigarette butt from his hand—"Boom!"

A fireball the size of a human flashed by, briefly blinding the group and throwing them into a panic. Their attention, already drawn to the fire, completely failed to notice the dark figure rapidly approaching from behind.

"Well……"

"Cock!"

"Forehead……"

The two people closer to the back vaguely sensed the movement behind them.

But when I subconsciously turned around to look, I found my two teammates at the very back.

They suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Hey?"

Then, instinctively, he looked towards the side of Yu Guangzhong that seemed off.

All that could be seen was a tall, imposing figure in a suit with blond hair, standing in front of Yoshino, who was kneeling on the ground. He was holding his two teammates by the back of the neck, while the two, who looked like little chicks, did not struggle at all, as if they were limp puddles of mud...

Judging from the angle of the head and neck, it is clearly broken.

"...The enemy! There's an enemy!!"

The shout had barely begun when Yoshino felt as if fate had grabbed him by the back of the neck, and then the scenery before him quickly became blurry.

Black Cat dragged Yoshino and rushed into the tower before the group could turn their guns on him.

"Yoshino was rescued by that guy!"

"hateful!"

The situation changed too quickly, especially for Yoshino, who was at the heart of the situation. Just when he thought he had everything under control, or rather, he was completely safe, he was freed again in just two or three seconds.

This instantly clarified the thoughts of a group of people who were initially confused and bewildered.

...Is this guy bait?!

Seeing these guys turn their guns on him again, Rye unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth: "Why are you looking at me? I didn't kill your teammates, and I didn't rescue that guy. Are you sure you want to waste your time with me?"

These words caused the air, which had been raging like the eye of a tornado, to freeze slightly for a moment, and then the sound came through the headphones of the group of people.

It was clearly Carlos who gave the instructions.

So, the group stopped fighting with the rye and split into two groups.

A wave of attackers rushed into the tower to pursue them.

The other group jumped directly off the tower... They even had parachutes! They were really well-prepared, planning to get to the base of the tower first and then launch a pincer attack from both sides.

Rye looked at the figures in mid-air, and in this situation, he was practically a sitting duck... Of course, those guys over there would definitely not just stand by and watch him make a move, and of course, even if they interfered, he would still be able to succeed, and of course.

No need.

After turning his gaze away, Rye looked into the distance.

His left hand, which had been tucked into his hoodie pocket, was finally pulled out, along with the old-fashioned rifle that had been modified by the research team.

Alright, now it's time to get down to business.

Almost in the blink of an eye, after pulling back the bolt, Rye's gun was pointed straight ahead.

"First, the first one."

"boom!"

Smoke filled the air, bullets whistled through the night sky, and finally, one pierced the sniper rifle's scope and entered Carlos's eye, which was pressed against the scope.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down countless times.