Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

But this kind of freedom is ultimately not as good as that of others.

There's no need to clock in at the base. Even if there are missions, try to keep Numabuchi Kiichiro out of the picture unless absolutely necessary.

This is the official guideline.

Of course, this is from the perspective of Cohen personally.

I still really hope to secure more benefits for Kiichiro Numabuchi.

After all, the two of them can't be said to be completely unrelated.

Of course, it's also because the conditions for the White Robe's deployment are quite strict. In addition, the organization has only been established for a short time and has only carried out a few missions, so Numabuchi Kiichiro has basically participated in all of them... Of course, we also have to exclude Asai Narumi. Unlike the other members, since he wasn't pulled out of prison, the risk of him being caught is very small, and his degree of freedom is relatively high. He is a special case who can do many missions on a daily basis, but they are called missions.

In other words, the higher-ups would set some relatively clear objectives, and Asai Narumi would handle them.

There was no difference from when he was the White Reaper.

With intelligence support, the risks are lower, and there's a reward, making it similar to being a bounty hunter, except for the difference in their underlying identities.

Okay, let's get back to the main topic.

Upon seeing the white-clad squad, Kokushi remained silent, but Amuro Tooru was taken aback.

"Why is someone in white here?"

The question had barely been raised when Amuro Tooru realized what was going on.

The matter concerning the Black Reaper could already be considered a sting operation, and I had specifically requested this information beforehand. In dealing with the Black-Clad members, I instructed the White-Clad organization, which was specifically tasked with targeting the Black-Clad members, to handle the situation.

That's normal, isn't it?

Just as Amuro Tooru solved his own mystery and suddenly realized what was going on, Conan next to him was full of question marks: "White clothes, what the hell is that?"

"Ok?"

Amuro Tooru looked at Conan: "Didn't I tell you?"

Conan: "..."

This sounds familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before.

"...You're Black Death?"

Ahead, Koren looked Heishi up and down, then looked at Director Ochiai.

The curator, now clad in armor, nodded: "That's right, this is the guy who fought me after I committed my crime."

"Interesting. Settling old scores and new grudges all at once?"

Maya Tachibana whistled, taunting Kokushi.

However, facing the menacing group, Hei Si merely glanced at them and asked coldly.

"...Why didn't you call Kurosawa? The few of you aren't enough."

"..."

This is obvious; if we could call them, why wouldn't we?

Koren narrowed his eyes, but didn't probe any further, and directly pulled out his pistol.

"Go together!"

At the command, the white-clad squad charged toward Sano. As a tank and an old acquaintance, Director Ochiai naturally took the lead and charged ahead.

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The boots were already heavy, and with the force of a full-speed sprint, every step they took on the ground made a creaking sound, and the armor also made noises from various parts, creating a double impact on the senses, both auditory and visual.

It is still quite imposing, at least.

...According to what Sano overheard during a mission when he was Kurosawa, this is a new suit of armor made of special metal that has been officially modified. It is lighter, harder, and fits better than the original.

Therefore, compared to the earliest time.

Director Ochiai should be considered to have been promoted.

...However, another noteworthy point is that the armor that Director Ochiai originally wore wasn't as heavy as Sano had imagined.

Even so.

This old man's attributes are still somewhat terrifying, especially his physique.

It's strangely symmetrical to my black death vest.

Speaking of this, it reminded Sano of Kuroda Hei's Woodpecker Guild case. During that investigation, Kuroda said that it was impossible for an old woman in her seventies or eighties to hang someone by herself, but in reality, he had someone under his command who could impale a person on a wall with a sword.

Hmm... something's a little off?

"Shh!"

After a moment of distraction, Hei Si rushed out and met him, closing the distance to zero in the blink of an eye.

Then followed by a step-in side kick.

"Boom!"

With a muffled thud, Director Ochiai was kicked in the chest and sent flying backward at an even faster speed than when he came in... The feeling of that kick seemed strangely familiar.

"I rely on!"

Koren, who was following behind Curator Ochiai, was forced to the center of the attack and fell to the ground along with him.

He started muttering curses under his breath.

After kicking, Kokushi quickly retracted his leg, lowered his body, and delivered another sweeping leg, successfully knocking down Maeda Satoshi, who was completely caught off guard. He then slid a meter to the left, dodging Suwa Yuji's diagonal slash, who was also waiting on the side. He then turned around and slapped Tachibana Maya, who was trying to sneak up on him, flying away. He then pushed off the ground with both feet and performed several backflips, dodging several throwing knives and bullets... mainly the former. The bulletproof vest was useless, but of course, it didn't matter if he got hit by these small things.

All they wanted was face.

By the time Hei Si got up, the white-clad figure had already reorganized their formation.

"...This guy seems to be on a completely different level compared to before."

Director Ochiai said in a muffled voice, "It hasn't been that long. If it were back then, Mr. Suwa and I would probably have been enough to solve the problem."

"Yes, I can see that."

Yuji Suwa narrowed his eyes: "Just from that last wave, we can confirm it. This guy's close combat ability is even more monstrous than the last Black Cat."

"What should we do then? Can we win?"

Maya Tachibana rubbed her arm, which was throbbing from the slap, and grimaced behind her mask.

"We have to fight even if we can't win. Do we want the higher-ups to find out we're just freeloaders?"

Koren rallied and launched an attack.

Then, the group of people were all severely beaten by Hei Si.

A decisive, overwhelming victory with absolutely no suspense.

...There was no other way. The two sides were already at very different levels. In addition, to prevent any mishaps, Sano had specially added a thug suit under the black death vest's special attack uniform, which was practically a cheat code.

It's practically a Black Death Plus version.

Otherwise, no matter how well the special forces uniform and martial arts bandages match, it would be impossible to make the police completely unable to see the person, let alone flip a car with a single slide tackle... Well, the only problem with this method is that wearing such thick clothing is a bit uncomfortable.

In short, under these circumstances, the only three who are truly threatening among the white-clad figures are Numabuchi Kiichiro, Suwa Yuji, and Maeda Satoshi. As for the others, Koren and Ochiai are not bad either, but they are too restrained.

Director Ochiai's armor was almost completely torn to shreds.

The family heirloom sword that Suwa Yuji had finally managed to retrieve was broken in two.

All the upgraded steel wires of Tachibana Maya broke.

Asai Narumi almost wore out his scalpel, but it didn't have much effect.

Koren Maeda Satoshi and Numabuchi Kiichiro had already been beaten unconscious.

The entire process didn't even last more than three minutes.

This left Amuro Tooru, who was watching from behind, speechless and shocked.

The idea of ​​white clothing is to be modeled after black clothing.

The main focus is on one, a small number of members, individual elites. Amuro Tooru doesn't understand why the person who proposed this idea thought it would be easy to find so many monster-level beings, why the authorities agreed, and why they even picked out a few promising individuals from prison.

But at least for now.

This proposal has failed to fail any further.

Even with the combined strength of the entire white-clad team, they couldn't defeat a single black-clad individual; it was a complete rout.

It's estimated that after this trip, the White Robe will disband, becoming a short-lived, ridiculous, and absurd joke that few people know about.

But then again, Black Death is just one member of that black-clad organization. It's really outrageous that they can gather so many monsters at the same time. Who is the so-called person behind this thing who can suppress these monsters and make them obey?

When he came to his senses, Black Death was already walking towards the bald official.

"Wait a moment!"

Amuro Tooru finally intervened, running over to try and ease the situation through negotiations.

result.

"boom!"

With the loud gunshot, Black Death's body immediately tilted backward, almost falling over. He managed to stay upright and step his right foot back, which had been forced to take a half step back.

And this scene.

This left the three people who were still standing, apart from the bald official, somewhat bewildered... While Black Death and White Robe were entangled, this guy didn't choose to escape, but instead secretly did something there.

Now I know.

This guy actually managed to reassemble a shotgun that had been smashed to pieces by Black Death... I really don't know whether to say he's fearless or just brave, but he was able to reassemble a broken gun.

So, you could say I have some skill?

Slightly surprised, Black Death felt a chill run down his spine as his biological instincts kicked in—the attack had been so sudden that he hadn't had time to react at all.

If that old bald man had been a little more steady and had aimed at my head instead...

That car would have been seriously overturned.

Looking down at his chest, he saw that his clothes were riddled with holes from the bullet.