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The footsteps were becoming fragmented, but at some point, an echo seemed to appear.

It was as if Haibara Ai's footsteps echoed on the wall, and then the footsteps of two people appeared.

Is this possible? Of course not, unless... there is someone behind her.

Before Haibara Ai could turn around, the muzzle of the gun was already quietly against her neck.

The cold touch instantly spread from her neck to every part of her body, making her feel cold all over.

"Hello, are you Miyano Shiho, codenamed Shirley?"

A teasing voice came from behind Haibara Ai.

Haibara Ai's body was almost frozen and unable to move.

The genuine fear for the other Black Organization members almost instantly invaded her heart.

The people from the Black Organization are coming, they are really coming!

But why was it so fast? How did they find out my location and true identity so quickly?

"It seems that I was right."

"I can't believe that such a drug was actually successfully developed."

Neither Vermouth's appearance nor her voice is her own.

She put the muzzle of the pistol against Haibara Ai's neck, but covered the gun with her sleeve, used her schoolbag to block her view in other directions, and continued to move forward with Haibara Ai.

He looks like an older brother who came to pick up Haibara Ai from school.

"Well, Shirley, I'm so sorry... you're going to disappear from this world now."

Kudo Shinichi was shrunk to hide the fact that he was taking the drug at the same time.

Vermouth said silently in her heart.

However, just as her finger was on the trigger, a sense of deadly threat swept through Haibara Ai's heart.

A football tore through the air and slammed into Vermouth's arm with unprecedented momentum!

It’s the super football of football hero Kudo Shinichi!

This sudden attack immediately caused Vermouth to lose her original advantageous position.

Her arm felt a broken pain the moment it came into contact with the football.

No, maybe it's not the pain of a broken bone, but it's really a broken bone! It's not just a dislocation!

But how could a football be so lethal? Who was kicking it? Why was it so terrifying?

Before Vermouth had time to think, she immediately lowered her body and dodged to the side, revealing the figure of Haibara Ai.

At the same time, the voice of the Death God Elementary School Student was heard.

"Don't run, Huibara, get down!"

What Edogawa Conan said at this time was a little difficult for Haibara Ai to understand.

Now Vermouth is temporarily restrained by his football and cannot shoot. If he doesn't find a covert place to hide, will he become a sitting duck for Vermouth?

However, out of trust in Kudo Shinichi who had just saved her.

Haibara Ai threw herself forward almost without thinking and fell to the ground.

Almost the next moment, gunshots rang out throughout the street!

A bullet had been fired at some point.

It transformed into a tiny metal dragon and tried to devour Haibara Ai's life.

However, it did not hit Haibara Ai, but just brushed past her head and landed on the concrete street not far away, leaving a bullet hole.

"Huh? Any luck?"

Calvados's brow furrowed.

He couldn't understand how a primary school student could dodge his sniper.

He had clearly pulled the trigger the moment Vermouth dodged.

However, I was still a step behind. How strange...

It was as if someone had known in advance that he would shoot with a sniper!

But who has the ability to predict his actions?

Unless Vermouth is a mole, even Gin would not be able to know where he would snipe, who he would target, and when he would fire!

Just when Calvados was about to fire another shot as instructed by Vermouth.

A strong light refracted and fell on the sniper scope.

Suddenly, Calvados' eyes flashed as he was calibrating the trajectory.

He immediately realized that someone had discovered his sniper position.

He must move immediately!

At this moment, Nanatsuki Koshimizu quietly hid herself and put away the high-intensity flashlight in her hand.

She couldn't help but snap her fingers lightly.

"Hehe, although you're late this time, but... the situation isn't so bad that it's irreversible!"

Chapter 25 They talk about you as a god, but I am stronger than you!

After determining the sniper's position, Nanatsuki Koshimizu immediately used a strong light to blind the opponent's sniper scope.

He then immediately looked for an opportunity to hide. Therefore, although Calvados determined the location of the light source, he could not be sure what the person at that location looked like.

Of course, even if Calvados saw it, he would probably think it was a male.

After all, Nanatsuki Koshimizu is one of those rare special units that doesn't change into women's clothing, and even if they speak, they won't be mistaken for a woman.

At least when the famous detectives Kudo Shinichi and Hattori Heiji met Nanatsuki Koshimizu in the future, they did not realize that Nanatsuki Koshimizu was a woman and not a man until she changed into a girls' school uniform.

Nanatsuki Koshimizu, who was wearing sunglasses, snapped his fingers.

Then I heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle approaching from far away.

If nothing unexpected happens, it's the black modified motorcycle that Nara Hikaru often uses.

Regular bikers wouldn't drive modified motorcycles during the day. Even if they didn't care about the pedestrians on the road, they still had to think about their own lives. If there were a lot of traffic, it would be quite easy for bad news to spread.

"Let's leave the rest of the matter to professionals."

"I will retreat first."

The famous detective disguised as a man took a step back and disappeared into the shadows.

After Nanatsuki Koshimizu left, Vermouth, who had been hit in the arm by a soccer ball used by the Shinigami Elementary School Student and had escaped with the help of the gunfire of the Calvados sniper rifle, appeared where she had been standing before.

The high-ranking official of the Black Organization had a gloomy expression on his face.

She just saw the man in sunglasses and casual clothes standing here, but she lost her sight for just a moment, and then the man disappeared here without anyone noticing?

Where did he learn this stealth technique that is almost invisible?

Although Vermouth didn't see the man's appearance clearly, just a quick glance at his body shape allowed her to conclude that this guy was definitely not the half-human, half-ghost urban legend.

Because she had gone to Beika Town to investigate first, she had disguised herself as an ordinary citizen and witnessed the scene of Nara Mitsuru taking action.

She already had a rough estimate of Nara Hikaru's size, so she wouldn't make a mistake.

"It seems this urban legend isn't just about a lone hero..."

She muttered softly, narrowing her eyes slightly as she thought of something.

buzzing————

The roar of the motorcycle stopped abruptly.

Vermouth turned her head, but only saw a black motorcycle lying on the ground.

As for the "black-clad biker gang" who was riding the motorcycle before, he has disappeared.

"...Is that urban legend? It actually happened in broad daylight?"

"Sherry or Shinichi have such a good relationship with him that they're willing to go out in the daytime to rescue people, even at the risk of being caught by the police or having their true identities discovered?"

"No, at the moment, this is not important..."

Vermouth blended into the crowd and left the shooting scene.

She did not forget to take out the communicator and contact Calvados who was still inside the hotel at the hypothetical sniper point.

"Calvados, here he comes."

————He is here.

Calvados heard Vermouth's voice.

Although Vermouth did not say who this "he" was.

But in this situation, there's no need to use any nouns. Simply using "he" can refer to only one person, and that's...

The urban legend of [half-human, half-ghost, the best gunslinger].

"Got it. I'll take action."

Calvados replied briefly and hung up the call.

He skillfully and quickly disassembled the sniper rifle in his hand, then put all the parts into the box, and put the removed earplugs and other tools into the shoulder bag. Then he stood up and pushed the door open to leave.

There was no one in the corridor.

Most people would not stay in a hotel in the afternoon, and the room service staff usually appear during the day or in the evening. Therefore, no one noticed that the gunshots came from inside the room.

Of course, ordinary people don’t have the ability to determine the sniper’s position by just hearing a gunshot.

Tick, tick, tick.

In the corridor, for a moment, the only sound was Calvados's footsteps.

But soon, even the sound of a person's footsteps disappeared.