Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Sano, however, continued running straight toward the cannon without flinching or dodging.

Then, just one second before the gunner was about to fire.

Sano had already gotten close to the armored vehicle, but instead of targeting the gunner on the vehicle, he took a step and side-kicked the vehicle below. At the same time, an electric arc appeared on his right foot.

Knight Kick!

"Thump!—Squeak!!"

After a loud thud, the armored vehicle, heavier than a truck, rolled away at Sano's feet at a speed even more exaggerated than a soccer ball kicked by Conan, sparks flying as it scraped against the ground.

"what!"

The ear-piercing sound was mixed with the screams of soldiers being crushed by armored vehicles.

This is the end.

All of the ground troops' heavy firepower was lost, and the remaining cannon fodder was only about half of what it used to be, and they were basically all terrified.

"Crash..."

Even rain couldn't wash away the bloodstains and scorch marks on the ground.

The surrounding area was filled with rubble and mangled corpses... Of course, the majority of the bodies were relatively intact. Besides that, there were things that had caught fire due to various explosions. Because of the special nature of the accelerant, the fire continued to burn even on rainy days.

On the contrary, the rain made the black smoke even thicker.

This is the real battlefield, a battlefield strewn with corpses and rivers of blood.

Then look at those remnants of the defeated army.

……to be honest.

Putting aside weaponry and firepower, Sano even felt that the basic skills of these soldiers were not as good as those of ordinary criminal police officers. After all, the army is for fighting wars, and these soldiers had basically never actually fought a war.

He only managed to get through it by relying on his high-intensity training on weekdays.

Ultimately, it is the times that create heroes, but if it were a wartime period, Sano might be even more excited... nothing else matters.

I just wanted to see if I could add a separate page to the family tree.

Even though the two worlds are not the same, who wouldn't want to achieve this?

...Sano waited for two seconds, but when the other side didn't make a move, he had no choice but to step forward.

"Since you're not planning to escape, then let's all die gloriously here."

...To be fair, Sano is not a bloodthirsty person, nor is he a demon. How could he possibly have a hobby of killing? But this is war.

War always results in death.

He who kills will be killed in return. When you hold a gun in your hand and are ready to kill, you should also be ready to be killed. The same applies to Sano.

This has nothing to do with right or wrong.

Not to mention that the outcome is almost clear now, but these guys are not leaving.

Perhaps there was no order to retreat, but that had nothing to do with Sano.

With a thought, Sano's masked form underwent a new change—a pair of hard cat ears appeared on the helmet, and a pair of very mechanical gloves appeared on his hands. This was naturally not the cat demon form, but rather the cat demon headdress that had been modified and incorporated into the masked form.

The weapon has changed its appearance.

Clothing is integrated into the form.

This seems to be the law of modification for the hand of justice.

Harvesting Blade (The user gains +50 Dexterity and can control the tips of the five fingers of the glove to pop out a blade. This blade has the sharpness to cut through anything. If an enemy is killed, the user will gain a movement speed bonus of twice the normal speed for three seconds. Killing another enemy will refresh the buff.)

Well... let's put aside the deleted black cat form.

The attribute bonuses are not as good as those of the regular cat demon form after being enhanced by the elite effect, which is equivalent to the sharpness of the five-fingered blade and the killing mode of the black knife.

Furthermore, the key feature is the special effect for reaping kills. After killing any enemy, your movement speed is doubled, making it an essential tool for mowing down enemies.

"bass!"

On another impulse, Sano immediately flicked out a slender, 30-centimeter-long blade from the tip of his five fingers. This blade was clearly much better than the original.

"Shh!"

Blood began to splatter, though the commotion was much smaller than before.

But the scenes are even more brutal.

Then, after Sano had defeated all the smaller monsters, Conan finally arrived with two other war correspondents, only to be confronted with the scene before them.

His face was filled with shock, and he could hardly breathe.

The rain was still falling, but the red on the mask, like the bloodstains on the ground, could not be washed away, and the pungent smell of blood mingled with the scent of rain.

Inspector Megure couldn't hold it in any longer and immediately leaned over to vomit.

"...Why, why did you have to kill? You had already won!!"

Conan excitedly questioned Sano.

Having undergone many trials and tribulations, Conan, whose views have matured considerably compared to his earliest self, understands that war inevitably results in death.

It's only natural that a few people might die.

Dozens died; it was justified self-defense.

It's not impossible for a few hundred to die.

Several thousand died, especially several thousand more after victory was already certain.

This is clearly torture and murder!

It's gone too far, both emotionally and logically.

...This person could absolutely not be Kurosawa; that person wouldn't do such a thing.

Conan's face was extremely ugly, and he wanted to curse out loud.

But Inspector Megure, who was behind him, didn't care that he hadn't finished vomiting his breakfast and quickly reached out to cover Conan's mouth... Just kidding, a super killing god who defeated a fully armed army of nearly 10,000 people head-on and wiped them all out without leaving any survivors.

It's not that Inspector Megure isn't righteous, it's just that it really wasn't necessary!

You're saying this guy killed so many people without hesitation, and you think he'd suddenly feel remorse and kneel down crying on the spot just because you cursed him a few times?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

More likely, they'll just ignore it, or even get annoyed and casually chop off three of their own, adding three to their already good record... Wouldn't that be pure suicide?

Inspector Megure may not be afraid of death, but dying like this is utterly meaningless.

Conan is still too young... I should have dragged him away earlier. No, I shouldn't have stayed on the rooftop with him to watch the show in the first place. I should have noticed much earlier that he had somehow managed to sneak into the shopping mall where the negotiations were taking place.

Inspector Megure was filled with frustration.

But it's too late to say anything now; all we can do is hope that this god of death gets tired of killing.

I just wanted to save one of my three lives.

However, what happened next was quite unexpected. The black-masked figure completely ignored Conan and simply shot out one steel wire after another at a rapid pace.

The main targets were the relatively intact corpses on the ground.

"call out!"

It was as if an invisible giant spider was hunting its prey in the sky, with one corpse after another rising into the air... Was this a battlefield cleanup?

Conan and his friends remembered that Black Mask had a habit of hanging criminals up.

This time, however, it wasn't evil criminals who were hanging, but government soldiers; and it wasn't living people, but corpses.

But what is the purpose of doing this?

Under the bewildered gazes of the three men, Sano spent several minutes hanging up most of the relatively intact corpses.

They're either hanging on walls, streetlights, or on spiderwebs that stretch across streets, ranging from three or four meters to twenty or thirty meters in height.

The entire street was filled with people hanging in all directions.

It was like entering a spider's nest, full of prey hanging around.

Just one glance at it.

There was a chilling sense of dread; the blood from some of the corpses hadn't even dried, and the rain seemed to make it drip even faster.

The rain, mixed with red, was truly blood rain.

After ending the hanging mode, Sano used the spider silk to ascend to the middle of the group of corpses, relying on the barely visible spider silk... cough...

Stepping on the void?

Looking at the figure overhead, I stood there quietly, gazing into the distance.

Conan frowned, somewhat confused... So, is he waiting for someone?

Are they waiting for the authorities to send in new troops before continuing their massacre?

Is this guy trying to hang corpses all over Tokyo?

Conan felt a sense of unease... Judging from this, the guy must have hung up all these corpses as spoils of war.

For the purpose of showing off, and as a warning and deterrent.

Anger, anxiety, and confusion filled Conan's mind. The cold rain lashed against his forehead, but he felt as if his head was burning hot enough to fry an egg.

What should I do?

What can I do?

A sense of near-despair and helplessness washed over Conan; there was nothing he could do.

Because the entire incident has already escalated to the level of a national crisis.

Unless one's strength is on par with these monsters in black, no matter how hard one tries, it will only be like throwing a pebble into the ocean.

Not a single drop of water splashed.

It's completely useless.

This undoubtedly caused Conan, who usually plays a crucial role in cases big or small, to feel a great sense of loss... But thankfully, what followed was both unexpected and delightful.