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

"Shut up."

Gin's words are as concise as ever, touching people's hearts.

So, Vodka rationally stopped talking and just continued to check the surveillance records inside the Tokyo National Stadium, intending to give a reminder only when Gin and his group were about to encounter Japanese public security police.

Tick, tick, tick.

For a moment, the only sound that could be heard through the headset was the faint sound of Gin's footsteps.

But members of the Japanese public security forces who were lying in ambush and conducting cross-surveillance near the Tokyo National Stadium heard nothing.

The three-person team stayed in the room, the communicator used to contact other Japanese public security police officers was hung on the groove of their bulletproof vests, but there was no trace of seriousness on their expressions.

There is no other reason.

It is basically certain that someone made a false alarm.

They said there was a bomb inside the Tokyo National Stadium, but after a whole day of searching, no explosives were found. If the investigators and the leading police captain hadn't sent people to follow them just in case, they would have probably gone back to prepare for the New Year's Day.

"I say, it looks like there's a really great restaurant in Chinatown that's launching their signature dish today!"

"Really? Isn't there a saying that goes 'Eat in China'? The signature dishes there should be pretty good."

The three-person group discussed what to eat on New Year's Day.

And Gin will tell them that in the early morning of New Year's Day, they will eat seaweed egg soup——

The kind without vegetables or soup.

Bang!

The door of the observation point was kicked open.

The man, dressed in black, wearing a black hat and a scarf, fired pointedly.

The pistol equipped with Ke Xue's special silencer fired the deadly bullet silently.

The Japanese police officer closest to the inside felt a pain in his chest before he could fight back. The powerful impact caused him to fall backwards and directly to the ground.

The two Japanese police officers nearby had fallen asleep peacefully without anyone noticing.

Two bullet holes appeared on their foreheads, taking their lives.

Gin walked inside. The police officer at the innermost part had come to his senses. He reached for the communicator hanging on his chest. However, before he could open the communication, a bullet pierced his head from back to front.

So, he died.

"Body armor?"

The ace of the organization's action team whispered.

It seems that it is faster to deal with these police officers by shooting them in the head.

Sizzle————

"Observation point D, please report the current situation."

A voice came from the communicator.

One of the three peripheral members who followed Gin into the observation point picked up the communicator and said.

"everything is normal."

At the same time, another observation point that formed cross-surveillance with the D-position observation point was also completely replaced.

Gin pushed open the side door of the Tokyo National Stadium alone as if he was in an empty space.

He walked calmly in the corridor, but no footsteps made any sound.

The other peripheral members were waiting outside the side door for Gin's new instructions.

Tick, tick, tick.

In the corridor, footsteps sounded around the corner.

Japanese public security patrol officers usually walk towards the side door.

However, the moment the three-man team turned the corner, silent bullets rushed out of the gun barrels.

call out----

Two of the three-person team were killed instantly.

Gin's figure is like a black wind, but it is extremely explosive.

He grabbed the remaining patrolman's throat with one hand and lifted him up effortlessly. Then, his pistol instantly spewed out fire snakes, directly breaking the patrolman's limbs.

The patrolman tried to cry out in pain, but only the slightest sound of wind and a voice so weak that it was almost inaudible came out of his throat.

"I ask, you answer."

The voice of the man in black was as cold as ice in a freezer.

His unconcealed eyes revealed an incomparable indifference, as if the act of taking someone else's life would not cause any psychological fluctuations for him, as simple as eating and drinking water——

This is indeed the case for Gin, the ace of the Black Organization's action team.

Asking him how many people he killed is like asking him how many slices of bread he ate. The number is too large and meaningless. Who would remember how many slices of bread he ate? Who would have other emotions for eating bread?

"Tell me, how many of you are coming this time and who is leading the team?"

Chapter 72 Dawn Sunshine

Everything is normal at Tokyo National Stadium.

As the actual commander of this operation, Feng Jianyu did not notice anything wrong.

Whether it is the monitoring room, the observation point, the patrol personnel, or the situation in the corridor.

Everything was as normal and safe as before nightfall.

After staying up all night, Yuya Kazami yawned and greeted the two police officers who were traveling with him.

He then went into the bathroom alone.

In front of the sink, Yuya Kazami took off his glasses and stared at himself in the glass, who had two dark circles under his eyes due to staying up late for several days in a row, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Really? I can't stay up any longer."

"I hope the news about bombing the Tokyo National Stadium on New Year's Day was actually a false alarm. Better a wasted trip than a lot of deaths. And there's also Yoko Okino's concert coming up soon... I hope there won't be any more cases to respond to then."

The last time he went to see a concert, he was about to go to Okino Yoko's concert, but then Amuro Toru called him and told him about Kaito Kid and told him to go to the concert next time and go right away...

Kaito Kidd is just a thief, and he will return the things he steals, so it’s okay to just ignore him.

That guy is not within the scope of Japanese public security. It's really unpleasant that he rushed to help the Metropolitan Police Department police officers, but ended up being scolded by Inspector Nakamori of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Brush la la————

Yuya Kazami turned on the faucet in the sink, lowered his head, and washed his face thoroughly with the tap water.

Then he let out a long sigh and felt much more energetic. He took a tissue from the side, wiped the water droplets on his face, and washed the lenses of his glasses with water. Then he put on his glasses and returned to work.

pat.

The flip phone was turned on.

Ignoring the picture on the background of the phone, Yuya Kazami's eyes fell on the current time displayed on the phone.

3:54 AM.

It was almost dawn, and the Emperor's Cup staff would probably be at the Tokyo National Stadium soon to make final preparations for the upcoming Emperor's Cup competition. He only needed to complete the last lap before he could go home and rest.

This time we went to the Chinese restaurant in Chinatown and had a good meal and spent New Year's Day as it were.

After walking out of the bathroom, Yuya Kazami said hello to the two Japanese public security colleagues who were waiting outside, and then they started the last round of patrol together.

During the patrol, he took out the communicator and once again asked the patrol personnel inside the Tokyo National Stadium whether they had encountered any emergencies, and the answer he got was still————[Everything is normal].

Tick, tick, tick.

The three-person team's footsteps echoed in the corridor, making it seem unusually quiet.

It was as if they were the only three Japanese police officers still patrolling the Tokyo National Stadium.

Then, the footsteps became more frequent.

Three more Japanese public security patrol officers walked out of the corridor.

Yuya Kazami raised his head and confirmed that the bulletproof vests they were wearing were indeed the type equipped by the Japanese police, so he planned to lead his men to the other side directly - the Japanese police he had led before had all died.

In the operation to protect the Asai family, all the members except him and Amuro Toru were killed.

Therefore, the Japanese public security members who acted with him and Amuro Toru this time were actually people transferred from other places, and were not local public security personnel in the Beika Town area.

He was not familiar with these police officers and could only speak a few words to them.

In the dim environment, Yuya Kazami didn't feel anything was wrong.

But at the moment they passed each other, his nostrils moved and he felt like he smelled something he had smelled before.

A little fishy...but almost tasteless.

Where had he smelled this smell before—in the place where Yan Shuangying had taken action?

Because Yan Shuangying often chooses to shoot at the head, and the bullet will go directly through the head, Feng Jianyuya will smell that special smell every time he handles the crime scene left by Yan Shuangying.

And now... he smelled the same scent on another patrol team.

The smell of brains.

Yuya Kazami immediately untied the butt of the gun and pulled out the pistol. He turned around and shouted at the other patrol officers who had not yet reacted.

"Don't move! Put your hands up! Who are you?!"

Although the two Japanese police officers who were traveling with them didn't know what was wrong, they also took out their pistols and became alert.

Several peripheral members who had guns pointed at their heads didn't know where they had been exposed.

They stopped where they were, motionless.

"This is Inspector Yuya Kazami. I've spotted a suspicious person in the second bathroom. Please provide support immediately!"

Yuya Kazami took out his communicator and immediately contacted other colleagues backstage.

However, no one responded.