Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Sure enough, I still have confidence?

From the perspective of the police car, especially in the middle one that was heading straight for Black Death, the bald man in the middle of the back seat watched as the other car sped up faster and faster until it was finally speeding towards them.

I unconsciously became a little nervous.

"Wait, what's wrong with this guy? Is he going to just barge in?"

"Don't worry, just leave it to us."

They removed the three police officers who were driving from the driver's seat and drew their pistols.

The man in front even pointed directly at the windshield, ready to fire at any moment.

In just a breath or two, the two sides were already within arm's reach. In just one more second, they would be at point-blank range. The police officer in the passenger seat was tense, just about to seize the opportunity to pull the trigger and fire.

But it didn't even take the time to blink.

The person in front of the car suddenly disappeared. Not only could they not pinpoint where he went, but they also couldn't see how he disappeared or in which direction he moved.

From the perspective of Amuro Tooru and Conan in the background.

The scene from that brief moment now appears much clearer.

It's a sliding tackle.

...No, it should be said that he squatted down, or rather, he almost lay down. Anyway, he took two long strides, lowered his upper body, and lowered his center of gravity, which is why people in the car could not see his figure.

Then he pushed forward with both hands and lifted up sharply.

"Om-!"

The roar of the car engine suddenly increased—no, it wasn't just the sound.

The car has become taller.

Black Death, supporting the front of the car from below, exerted all his strength, like a spring suddenly rebounding, forcibly lifting the entire car into the air, making the four wheels spin freely, while the five people inside were filled with horror.

"not good!"

The first thought in the five people's minds was to jump out of the car as soon as possible, but the seat belts that they had fastened for safety and to prevent accidents became a form of confinement.

...Let's go!

With a full burst of power, combined with the car's own momentum, both sides...

The police car was thrown out hard, flying a long way and tilting more and more as it flew, until it finally came to rest upright and slammed its head into the ground.

"boom!"

After a loud crash, the car overturned completely and then slid for another ten meters or so.

"squeak--"

Amidst the screeching of tires, the other police cars, unaware of the situation and simply following the lead car in its accelerated sprint, also slammed on their brakes.

"minister!"

A hundred or so police officers got out of their cars and rushed toward the overturned police car.

The so-called minister must be that bald official.

"...This guy, is he a monster?"

Amuro Tooru had subconsciously stopped in his tracks, utterly shocked by what he had just done.

Using brute force... well, I guess they used some techniques.

Regardless, flipping a car that was traveling at almost 100 miles per hour from the front in this way is just too reckless.

It's simply a far cry from the original score.

"Cough cough, I'm fine..."

Several people were pulled out of the car, which was billowing black smoke and still spinning.

This relieved the other police officers, who then turned back to be wary of the culprit, drawing their guns and aiming at the figure with grave expressions.

Looking at the group of people who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy.

Black Death showed no sign of tension, remaining calm and composed as he stood there.

"Hey kid, you're the so-called Black Death, right?"

After regaining his composure, the bald official, who was, after all, a high-ranking official, or perhaps it was the guns in the hands of the police officers beside him that gave him a great sense of security, showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he exclaimed in admiration, "You are indeed very capable, and quite bold."

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Black Death posed the question, and the bald official chuckled and replied, "Are you kidding? If I were afraid of dying, would I have personally ordered them to do it? My goal was to lure you out, and now that I've succeeded, I should be happy... Want to talk? Maybe you won't have to die."

"Oh."

The corner of his mouth, hidden behind the black mask, seemed to twitch slightly before he stepped forward.

"Interesting, let's see who dies."

Seeing that the other side was so uncooperative, the bald official's eyes turned cold.

"Do it, but be careful not to kill him yet, I want him alive."

"Yes!"

With a hundred or so guns firing simultaneously, a hail of bullets came flying in.

But Black Death ignored everything, continuing his steps without even trying to dodge.

"Ding ding ding..."

The bullet casings and bullet heads fell to the ground, their crisp sound drowned out by the gunfire. Only after a round of bullets was emptied did the group of police officers, realizing that their target was completely unharmed, become somewhat horrified and panicked.

"Calm down, everyone. What's with all this fuss?"

The bald official sneered, then looked at Black Death: "Just like your intelligence file said, completely unafraid of ordinary bullets."

This time, Black Death simply didn't bother to respond.

The bald official didn't think much of it. He raised his hand to signal, and the police officers pulled out their batons. Only a few officers immediately went to the trunks of several cars and took out some special equipment, including shotguns, sniper rifles, grenades, and even heavy firepower such as rocket launchers.

"...Damn, are they really treating people like terrorists?"

Conan couldn't help but mutter something, while Amuro Tooru smirked and replied, "What they're doing now is no different from what terrorists are doing."

Conan: "..."

Okay, that seems to be true?

Looking ahead, Black Death showed no sign of amiss in the face of the bald official's specially prepared methods targeting his intelligence.

to be frank.

This targeted strategy is indeed sound.

If bullets fired from ordinary pistols are ineffective, then heavy firepower weapons must be used.

Or perhaps they don't even use firearms, engaging in hand-to-hand combat.

But this guy seems to have forgotten that while a targeted strategy might be able to win against opponents of a higher level, it's meaningless if the level difference between the two sides is too great.

"Shh!"

Finally, the Black Death's pace slowed down.

The terrifying speed that stretched into a shadow made it impossible for the scattered heavy weapons to aim, and the two shots fired in the panic missed their mark.

"what!"

Black Death sidled up to the police, but before the person who got close could even react to the presence of another person in front of him, he was punched in the abdomen. He felt a churning sensation in his stomach, like a kidney stone attack, and cold sweat instantly covered his entire body. He collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale.

Before the screams reached anyone else's ears...

Black Death had already moved swiftly and taken down three more people.

Amidst the continuous screams, it was as if an out-of-control car was crashing into the group at high speed, with police officers constantly being thrown out, completely unable to resist.

During this time, Black Death deliberately approached those guys with heavy weapons and smashed their weapons to pieces with a single slap.

This amazed Amuro Tooru on the other side.

"...This guy has gotten even stronger; his strength and speed have increased significantly."

"is it?"

Conan scratched his face: "I didn't notice any difference, but I did notice that he held back. Otherwise, with his strength, if he had used even a little more force in the punches he landed on these policemen, they would have been either dead or crippled."

"Yes, indeed."

It's surprising how measured Black Death is.

Amuro Tooru and Conan weren't in a hurry to get involved... The key point is that it wouldn't make a difference anyway. They couldn't even defeat a hundred police officers, so why would the two of them join in and give the other side a chance to rack up their kill count? Of course, the more important point is that the other side didn't target that bald official from the beginning, which shows that...

Is there still room?

Otherwise, given his current performance, I could snap that guy's neck in ten seconds.

It shouldn't be a problem?

"Smack!"

After stomping on the last rocket launcher, Black Death finally looked at the bald man.

This time, even the bald official could no longer remain calm.

"Wait, wait a minute, it's not my fault. I was just following orders. I can tell you who ordered me to do this, I can testify in court about the radicals, and I can even help you negotiate!"

"Quack."

Blackie tilted his head, said nothing, and walked toward the bald man.

"Om-!"

Just then, a familiar-looking van sped by.

After the drift stopped, several white figures quickly got out of the car... it was the White Team.

Aside from the old guys, Kuroshi glanced at Numabuchi Kiichiro... Although this person was in white, Sano had never seen him during the few days he was disguised as Kurosawa.

Because Numabuchi Kiichiro is a special case, he is ill.

Mental illness, a problem with the brain, makes one more prone to losing control, so even after joining the White Robe, Numabuchi Kiichiro gained a certain degree of freedom.