Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

"Wait a minute, you came here to rescue people, right? We can work together."

Amuro Tooru also attempted to negotiate.

But Black Death not only ignored it, but his pace quickened.

"Sano, do you know Sano...?"

Amuro even brought up Sano's true identity, not knowing if it would work, but still wanting to see if he could play the favor card.

But... Black Death has already started running.

Shuichi Akai had no choice but to pull out his pistol to intimidate them, as he could no longer ignore the threat.

"Stop!"

Black Death had already raised his left arm and bent it at the side of his head before Shuichi Akai even drew his gun.

It's like holding up a small shield, and then you start to accelerate and sprint.

...That was fast!

Shuichi Akai knew that things had come to this point and that it would be impossible to stop them without taking action. He shot Kokushi in the upper left arm that Kokushi had raised, but there was no blood. Was it a bulletproof vest? It even had blood on the arm.

There was no time to think about it.

Shuichi Akai turned his gun around and fired three more bullets into Kokushi's thigh.

...still no blood, and his steps didn't even falter.

How is that possible?!

Shock surged through Shuichi Akai. He had never heard of any bulletproof vest with such wide coverage. Moreover, all three bullets hit the same spot. Even if they couldn't penetrate, they should have caused fractures, right?

How come it seems like it has no impact at all!?

Only now did Shuichi Akai realize why Kokushiki had chosen to charge straight ahead without dodging or evading during the approach, and why he hadn't pushed his speed to the limit from the start. This wasn't out of arrogance, a sense that he wouldn't actually do anything serious, or a belief that he would uphold martial ethics.

Rather, it doesn't matter.

It is absolute self-confidence.

"Shh!"

A fist, like a cannonball, came straight at him. The wind from the punch, even from a distance, made Shuichi Akai realize that he had no choice but to engage in close combat and abandon his pistol. He raised his hand to block and dodged to the side while shouting.

"Let's do it!"

"Shh!"

Amuro Tooru acted swiftly.

The two, who were fighting to the death, now cooperate.

"Snapped!"

Shuichi Akai used the opening in his dodge to push away Kokushi's attack with both hands.

Amuro Tooru's fist was directly grabbed by Kokushi's other hand.

...Neither of them is weak, but compared to Black Death, the difference is not just the difference between them and Ran Mouri.

The attributes are self-explanatory.

In terms of technology alone, although Kyogoku Mana's growth rate wasn't fast, it was increasing stronger every day, which was enough for Kokushi to completely suppress the two of them head-on.

After the first round.

With all his muscles engaged, Kokushi delivered more than three punches and kicks to Shuichi Akai and Tooru Amuro in the blink of an eye. He didn't pursue maximum power, but only maximum speed... Of course, power and speed are proportional. No matter how much you only pursue speed, as long as you are fast, your power will never be weak.

At least, Shuichi Akai and Tooru Amuro felt they couldn't handle it.

The two or three seconds of instinctive reaction prevented the two from thinking normally.

Using numerical superiority to launch an attack?

Just kidding, the defense alone took both of them all out, and they still couldn't stop them.

Each of them received at least two or three solid blows.

Although Black Death's pursuit of speed prevents it from being fatal or having a significant impact, it's impossible to say it has no effect at all.

Compared to the punches exchanged during their previous brawl at the top of the Ferris wheel.

The damage they suffered was even greater.

As Conan watched as Kokushi's limbs rained down on his two teammates like a storm, he finally snapped out of his daze and panicked.

Black Death...

After gritting his teeth, Conan turned on his watch.

"call out!"

The tranquilizer dart struck Kokushiro in the back of the neck, allowing Conan to breathe a slight sigh of relief.

There was no other way; it was a bulletproof vest that couldn't be penetrated by bullets.

Conan doesn't think his tranquilizer darts can penetrate and reach the subcutaneous tissue.

Surely you can't have invisible bulletproof vests on exposed areas, can you?

however.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... another ten seconds passed, but Black Death was not only not unconscious from the anesthesia, but his movements were not sluggish at all. On the contrary, he became more and more ferocious, making the duo's decline more and more obvious.

...Of course, the main reason is that Shuichi Akai and the other two are having an increasingly difficult time, which makes Kokushi seem more and more ferocious. Anyway, judging from the current situation, he has at most another minute or so.

The duo will be taken down.

Conan gritted his teeth, pressed his belt again to transform... cough cough cough, no, he popped out a soccer ball, then twisted his power-enhancing shoes and kicked it out.

"boom!!"

The football, like a cannonball, hurtled towards Black Death.

But Blackie delivered a spinning top kick, forcing Shuichi Akai and Tooru Amuro to retreat and create space before striking the incoming soccer ball directly with his own foot.

"boom!"

The impact of the foot on the football seemed to cause the air to explode.

"Shh!"

After spinning wildly on the foot for two seconds, the soccer ball was forcibly changed direction and flew back towards Conan at an even faster speed than it had come.

...Speaking of which, this scene feels a bit familiar...?

The soccer ball grew larger and larger in front of him, and Conan had no time to react or dodge.

"Boom!"

Conan was knocked down by the soccer ball and rolled several meters away without moving.

"Conan!"

Amuro Tooru's expression changed; his brief moment of distraction became his fatal flaw.

Goodnight.

A voice came from beside his ear. Before Amuro could even turn his X-ray vision, Kokushi grabbed his head and slammed it down, the knee in front of him growing larger and larger.

"boom!"

"Shh!"

After casually releasing the unconscious Amuro Tooru, Kokushi bent down to dodge Akai Shuichi's attempt to divert attention with a side kick, grabbed Akai's ankle to prevent him from escaping, and then quickly reached for his collar with his other hand while simultaneously extending his foot.

"boom!"

Shuichi Akai lost his balance and was slammed to the ground.

The pain was secondary; the main problem was the impact to the back of my head.

This made Shuichi Akai realize that something was wrong.

"you……"

Shuichi Akai, who intended to use Kokushibo's confidence to stall for time with words, had just opened his eyes after instinctively closing them when he saw a white fist loom large in his vision—"Bang!"—following in the footsteps of Tooru Amuro.

...The villain dies from talking too much. Does he not know such a simple truth?

Black Death straightened up and looked at the three people lying on the ground.

After picking up Amuro Tooru and Akai Shuichi, one in each hand, they started walking outside.

The scene changes.

On the ground outside the Ferris wheel.

The FBI trio, who arrived after receiving Conan's text message, ran right into Kazami Yuya... Curaçao's memories have returned; just now, on the Ferris wheel, she saw the colorful lights of the amusement park converge simultaneously.

Having successfully transformed back into an organization leader, Curaçao defeated Kazami Yuya, who was guarding her alone, in a single round, then unlocked her handcuffs and escaped.

Fortunately, Kazami Yuya woke up quickly and immediately sensed something was wrong. He alerted his colleagues below and chased after them, trying to make amends.

However, before the members of this organization were found, the FBI was spotted first.

"...What brings you guys here?"

Kazami Yuya stood with several police colleagues, watching the trio warily.

After all, if you really look into it, the two sides can't be considered teammates; they're even enemies.

Curaçao.

This is undoubtedly prey that both sides desperately want.

However, before the FBI trio could explain, they heard a commotion.

It sounded like a dull thud as something was thrown to the ground.

I turned my head to look.

Conan was lying not far away.

Before either side could react, one or three more figures entered their field of vision.

"...Black Death?"