Conan: What's wrong with my Yan Shuangying's painting style?

There was no trace of the serious and elite look he had before, and all that could be seen was his frighteningly red eyes.

The hatred is almost impossible to conceal!

Boom boom boom!

The body of the Black Organization member who was shot with his back turned in the stairwell rolled down the stairs in an instant.

Vodka, acting as an observer, frowned and said.

"Brother, there are still police officers inside holding out!"

"There's one on the middle floor at the stairwell, and another one..."

"No nonsense."

Gin's voice was cold.

The image of the Japanese police officer who was resisting stubbornly appeared in his sniper scope.

Although he didn't catch the opponent's face and head, it was enough to have the torso within the aiming range.

A large-caliber sniper rifle can kill people even if it hits the torso!

Whether to hit the head or not is just the difference between a quick death and a slow death!

Just when Gin's finger was on the trigger of the sniper rifle, ready to shoot.

A bright light flashed across the lens of his sniper scope.

Suddenly, Gin, almost as a conditioned reflex, picked up the sniper rifle in his hand and aimed it at the location where the light came from.

Then, he saw the man...

The man who was also holding a sniper rifle and wearing black clothes was pointing the sniper rifle at him!

"come yet?"

Gin didn't have time to adjust himself too much before he pulled the trigger.

Then his head jerked sideways.

Click!

A sniper bullet instantly hit the sniper scope of the sniper rifle in Gin's hand.

The broken lens scratched across Gin's face, leaving traces of blood.

Without thinking, he dodged to the side and avoided the next bullet.

As soon as Gin showed signs of abnormality, Vodka found a place to hide!

At this time, he asked loudly.

"Brother, is that Yan Shuangying? Is he here?"

After hearing Vodka's words, Gin didn't say anything. He quickly adjusted his position and was about to draw out his spare gun to counterattack, but he heard the alarm sound approaching from far away!

Gin's face suddenly darkened. He took out his communicator and spoke directly.

"retreat!"

The other peripheral members who were originally on guard against the situation inside the Asai residence also heard the alarm.

After Gin gave the order, everyone packed up their equipment and evacuated without saying a word.

At this moment, inside the Asai family, Furiya Rei leaned behind the bunker, covering his arm that was hit by a stray bullet, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Because, the voice of "retreat" came from the communicator of the dead peripheral member.

Tick, tick, tick.

He asked as Yuya Kazami, with a bruised face, walked down the stairs cautiously.

"Mr. Amuro, are you okay?"

“咳咳… … “No death, no death.”

Fangtani Rei replied.

He looked up at the peripheral members of the organization who had disappeared outside, and whispered subconsciously when he remembered the almost simultaneous gunshots he had just heard.

"The sound of a new sniper rifle? Is it the sniper rifle that Yan Shuangying took away earlier?"

"Or... is there someone else coming?"

Chapter 38 A Million Yen Commission

A bar in Kabukicho Ichibangai, Tokyo.

Nara Hikaru sat alone in the bar.

There were several bottles of beer beside him, but he himself did not drink.

He just put a plate in front of him with some peanuts on it, and sat there, eating peanuts one by one. It seemed that his style was out of tune with the style of this Kabukicho bar.

In contrast, Nanatsuki Koshimizu, who was sitting on the other side, seemed to be quite integrated into the style of painting here.

Wearing sunglasses, headphones, and new clothes after coming to Tokyo, she looks like the kind of lively girl who often appears in Kabukicho bars, and there is no sense of incongruity at all.

She held her chin, her eyes fixed on the bar stage over there, and asked curiously.

"Why are you in a bar and not drinking?"

"I rarely drink."

Nara Hikaru said calmly, picking a peanut from the dish and putting it in his mouth.

As if recalling some past experience, he continued.

"Alcohol can numb people's nerves and make them lazy."

"A killer who wanted to make a name for himself in Guandong Mountain once told me that great men always die from laziness. Although I'm not a great man, laziness can be fatal to me as well."

...It’s Guandong Mountain again. What on earth did you experience in Guandong Mountain?

Koshimizu Nanatsuki raised one eyebrow and put on a pretentious expression.

However, with the sunglasses covering her eyes, Nanatsuki Koshimizu's appearance does not look so convincing.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

Nara Hikaru's ears moved slightly and he heard footsteps.

Amidst the noisy crowd, footsteps were heard coming specifically towards them.

So, Nara Hikari looked at Koshimizu Nanatsuki, and Koshimizu Nanatsuki understood and stopped talking.

They were waiting for the Black Organization's investigators to show up.

"Hey, kid, are you the guy who wants to go to Tottori Prefecture?"

The table was slammed, and a few peanuts flew out of the plate and landed on the table.

Two gangster-looking members stood beside Hikaru Nara and Nanatsuki Koshimizu.

They stared at Nara Hikaru, seemingly dissatisfied with this guy dressed in black and who seemed to like pretending.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"

Nara Hikaru raised his head.

He looked at the gangster in front of him, and kept picking up a peanut and putting it into his mouth.

As if he had noticed the situation here, the bartender came over with two strong men and said seriously.

"This is the territory of the Touhou Group, not a place where you, the Wakaguchi Group, can do whatever you want!"

"If you don't want to drink, get out of here! The same thing will happen if you start a fight here!"

The bartender's words seemed quite intimidating.

The two gangsters looked at each other and finally decided to leave, but before leaving, they left a harsh word.

"Boy, we're waiting for you at the door, don't even think about running away!"

Watching the two gangsters leave arrogantly.

Nanatsuki Koshimizu was a little confused.

She didn't know why such a group of people came to see Nara Hikaru. It was too strange.

Aren't they members of the Black Organization? This supposedly massive multinational criminal organization, are these the people they're investigating? Sounds like they're members of some Kabukicho yakuza...

"Sir, our bar has a back door. You can leave through the back door if you need."

The bartender also noticed the situation at the door. He frowned slightly and whispered to Nara Hikaru.

"I appreciate your kindness, but it's not necessary."

Nara Hikaru clapped his hands and stood up, he finally asked.

"Excuse me, how do I get to the Wakaguchi-gumi's headquarters?"

...The Wakaguchi-gumi's organizational headquarters?

Although the bartender didn't know what Nara Mitsuru was going to do, he still told him the situation truthfully.

Then he saw Nara Hikaru walking towards the bar door as if taking a stroll.

As expected, the two gangster members of the Wakaguchi group tried to catch Nara Hikaru.

The bartender even saw them take out a knife——

But the next moment, the two gangsters fell to the ground.

The knives they took out had already stabbed themselves, and blood flowed out from the handles.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

The bartender felt his throat was a little dry, and he asked subconsciously.

"Of course it's the urban legend of Beika Town."

Nanatsuki Koshimizu stood up, greeted the bartender with a smile, and then quickly caught up with Nara Hikaru.

They disappeared into the crowd one after another.