Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Black Death should be on the same team as Black Mask, so this situation seems a bit strange.

Those above are strange, but those below don't care.

Black Death's distinctive features immediately made the assassins recognize him as another mission target, and the original reward doubled.

Aside from excitement, I didn't think about anything else.

"Go together!"

The nearest few dozen people immediately surrounded Black Death.

However, Black Death remained remarkably calm and unhurried, taking his stances and constantly launching counterattacks or seizing opportunities to take the initiative. In just a minute or two, a group of people had fallen to the ground.

Although Black Death didn't intentionally finish them off, at least one of these people was seriously injured, and a large portion of them had already stopped breathing.

This led the assassins to gradually accept the truth.

That means capturing him alive is no longer an option; we can only take his head.

Perhaps some people still want to grit their teeth and give it another try.

But then the first person, unable to bear the fear any longer, pulled the trigger.

Things were already out of control.

"Bang bang bang!!"

They were all professional assassins, and they all pulled out handguns.

Only a few were equipped with standard firepower weapons.

As for heavy firepower... there wasn't a single one, so naturally they couldn't even break through the Black Death's defenses and were slaughtered like cattle.

"Damn, what a monster!"

As the number of assassins in the front row dwindled, and those remaining showed clear signs of fear, several assassins who were further away exchanged glances, turned around, and pulled out their trump cards.

...Although he is a professional assassin, he rarely uses high-powered weapons.

But this doesn't mean it can't be used. Not using it and having it are two different things.

Especially given that they already knew this mission was no less than going to war, how could they not prepare some special measures?

The light machine gun and rocket launcher simultaneously turned towards that figure.

This caused the assassins around Black Death to change their expressions drastically and curse inwardly... Even though everyone was only cooperating temporarily, they shouldn't be so quick to abandon each other after they've served their purpose.

Don't they care about the relationships between colleagues?

Faced with his teammates' fire, the assassins around Black Death didn't care about anything else and immediately tried to create distance. Even the unlucky guys who had severe fractures and internal bleeding on the ground were scrambling and crawling.

However, just a second before these heavy weapons were about to be unleashed.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several gunshots rang out in succession, and several heavily armed assassins were shot in the head on the spot, interrupting their attack and causing the assassins near the positions to be stunned.

For a professional assassin, being able to pinpoint the location of gunshots is a fundamental skill.

Putting aside the Blackie who was originally watching the show but is now holding a pistol, the key figure on the four-story building is holding a sniper rifle. He is wearing a black suit and sunglasses. If it weren't for his black hair, the assassins present would probably have thought it was Black Cat. But because of this, the group of professionals were immediately puzzled. They were not sure who this sniper was or if he was the target.

Before the assassins could react, the sudden gunfire continued, but this time it came from a new source, and several shots at once.

"What are you doing!?"

Amidst the angry shouts in English, five or six men with ferocious features in the group of assassins ignored the calls of their companions and started firing wildly in all directions with their pistols, not to mention those who were only temporary partners.

Even those who were truly teammates were forced to fight back. Even after they fell, they continued to attack those around them like madmen until they were completely incapacitated or died on the spot, at which point they finally stopped attacking.

However, before the assassins could even catch their breath, one of them, who had just retaliated, suddenly turned his gun around and began firing wildly in all directions, just like the previous group. And he wasn't the only one who went berserk.

In a state of shock, the assassins swiftly dealt with the second wave before the casualties increased.

then.

The third wave is coming...

"...What's going on? Why have they suddenly started killing each other?"

Judy and the others upstairs were puzzled, from the assassins pulling out heavy firepower to Black Rye and Kurosawa making their move, to the first wave of assassins backstabbing the third wave.

In less than a minute, dozens of people collapsed.

"Could it be that Black Fox had already planted spies inside?"

Jodie offered a guess, but Shuichi Akai immediately dismissed it: "Impossible. If that were the case, it wouldn't have developed into this kind of turn-on-turn-killing... But to say that this matter hasn't even ended yet, and they've already started fighting over the spoils seems unlikely..."

"No, it's Black Fox."

Amuro Tooru suddenly spoke, then stretched his neck and surveyed the entire battlefield from every angle.

The target was finally located.

"It's there!"

"what?"

Following Amuro Tooru's gaze, the group of people indeed spotted a masked figure in a kimono at a high vantage point not far from Kurosawa, whose gaze fell upon the group of assassins below who were in turmoil.

With each turn of the gun barrel and the shifting of the gaze, it was as if the killer's movements were being controlled by invisible threads formed from the user's own vision.

"...Not brainwashing, but simply using hypnosis to sow discord?"

Shuichi Akai frowned, but Tooru Amuro remained calm: "I told you so, didn't I? This guy's hypnosis can even manipulate a person's senses. I've experienced it myself, and I didn't even realize something was wrong back then. Now, seeing how he can turn the people around the target into enemies, especially on a battlefield where things change in an instant and require a lot of reaction speed..."

"That's even more terrifying than brainwashing..."

Yusaku Kudo picked up the conversation: "But if you include Black Fox, there are four here now. That doesn't seem right, does it? Could it be that the other two are also..."

The voice just fell.

The assassins below finally noticed the existence of the mission target they thought was the third but was actually the fourth. Sano didn't know if the intelligence data on the other side was sufficient to see that the infighting was orchestrated by Black Fox, but anyway, he was the target.

A large group of assassins rushed forward, intending to deal with Black Fox and Kurosawa.

As soon as they reached the top floor, a black wooden sword blocked their way.

"Kurosawa Rider..."

The assassins immediately recognized their target, but before they could make a move, another dark figure descended from behind, pinning the two down and snapping their necks, preventing them from even screaming.

It was just a muffled groan.

"The black cat has come too."

Kudo Yusaku and his group looked solemn.

"They all suddenly appeared at once, that's definitely not right. They might have other purposes?"

Amuro Tooru had some guesses in his mind, but he didn't know if they were right or wrong.

We can only patiently wait and see.

Below, the battle continued without pause.

Overall, the main fighting force was still Kokushi, while Kudo Yusaku and others felt that Black Fox had contributed a lot due to its characteristics.

As for the others...

Whether it's Black Cat Black Wheat or Kurosawa Kurosawa Blade, it feels more like they're just slacking off. Of course, they're not completely doing nothing; at least they've done what they're supposed to do. But looking at it this way, it does feel a bit like they're using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

It doesn't seem like they wanted to make an example of someone to deter others.

While they were thinking, most of the hundreds of assassins had already died or been wounded, and the remaining ones finally realized that this trip was a complete suicide mission.

They should immediately abandon their illusions, return to reality, and run away.

But just because these people want to run away doesn't mean Sano is willing to let them escape.

What was originally a roughly even massacre turned into a battle royale. The assassins who were still able to run never expected that even though they were planning to abandon the mission and run away, the mission target would still be relentlessly pursuing them.

Yes, it's normal to be killed if you try to kill someone yourself.

With so many people trying to escape together, is it really necessary to be so stubborn and not let any of them go?

"Don't go too far. Leave some room for maneuver so you can meet again in the future!"

A hitman who knows a little Japanese tries to negotiate in broken Japanese.

"Even if you wipe us out now, there are still several thousand professional assassins in Japan, which is several times, even ten times, our numbers. I know you may not be afraid, but it will still be a bit of a problem, won't it? If you let us go, we will go back and spread the word about your terror. That will minimize your troubles to the greatest extent possible!"

Faced with the assassin's words.

As Sano watched his various aliases chase after the fleeing assassins, he tilted his head and thought for a few seconds: "Are you misunderstanding something?"

"what?"

"You think I only want to kill the assassins present here?"

Sano took out a few steel balls and fiddled with them in his palm, then chuckled, "You must have received intelligence beforehand that there are other people working for our targets. So why don't you think they're here?"

Upon hearing this, the assassin's face immediately stiffened.

Sano's smile became exceptionally bright.

“That’s right. From the moment you entered Japan to kill us, it was already destined that you would never be able to leave, not one of you.”

The assassin was greatly shocked, and Sano threw out the steel ball.

"boom!!"

The fireworks finally began to bloom.

Meanwhile, Amuro Tooru above also received a call from the Japanese Public Security Bureau.

In general, within the neon-lit area, or more precisely, the Tokyo area, a large number of police reports were received in a short period of time, all of them related to murder cases.

On the streets, in hotels, and in restaurants, people who look like foreigners are being killed one after another. Some are killed in public, while others are discovered after they have been killed, based on the current situation and eyewitness testimonies.

"...The Yorozuya Zoo and the brewery are all making moves. Their goal is very clear: to wipe out the entire professional assassin world."

After hanging up the phone, Amuro Tooru's expression was grave.

The annihilation of most of the professional assassin world is undoubtedly a terrifying event, both in terms of strength and style. Although it may not be the most appropriate thing to say, Amuro Tooru felt that it was a truly gratifying thing.

They treat their own home like their own backyard, coming and going as they please. They deserve to die.

But besides that, the professional assassins have been dealt with, so what's next...? Fortunately, the lower levels didn't give Amuro too much of a chance to feel uneasy.