Ke Xue: I have a knife, and you still dare to fight me?

He's still a little brat with tea-colored hair.

Wait a minute, something's not right, this hairstyle and hair color!

Vermouth frowned immediately.

Sherry!

This kid is definitely Sherry, no doubt about it.

A shadow of gloom and murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

So that's how it is. No wonder Gin couldn't find Sherry no matter how hard he searched.

Conan looked at Bourbon in front of him and forced an awkward smile.

"We got separated from the adults."

"That's really a headache. How about this, I'll take you away from here first."

"No, no need."

"No, it's not safe inside the restaurant right now."

As he spoke, Amuro Tooru looked at Vermouth behind him.

Although Vermouth didn't know what Bourbon was planning, getting her Cool Guy out of the country was a good thing.

It's just that Sherry got it for nothing.

She wished she could just leave Shirley here and bury her in the soon-to-be-ruined hotel.

But for now, for the sake of her Cool Guy, she has no choice but to compromise for the time being.

Anyway, we already know about Sulli's situation.

We'll figure out a way to send this poor little one to see her parents later.

Conan still wanted to try, but Amuro Tooru was in no mood to argue with him.

Vermouth was still by his side, and he was now terrified that the two Kurokawa kids might say something they shouldn't have.

He picked up Conan and prepared to continue running up the stairs.

Conan was also a little confused.

Is he still a member of that organization?

Has your acting caused you to develop a split personality?

Or is there some other purpose?

Why have you become so kind-hearted?

Conan felt that Amuro Tooru's image was somewhat different from the style of the Black Organization.

I felt puzzled.

Vermouth reluctantly grabbed Ai Haibara.

Ai Haibara is now completely too afraid to move.

Ever since she met Bourbon, her distillery radar has been running at full speed.

She couldn't understand where this inexplicable sense of fear came from.

So, Vermouth and Bourbon, along with Conan and Ai Haibara, began their retreat again.

Kurokawa Saki also witnessed this dramatic scene.

He never expected that these four people would meet in this way.

However, he was quite at ease leaving Ai Haibara and Conan in Amuro Tooru's care.

Besides, with Conan around, Vermouth probably won't act rashly.

Unless she no longer wants to acknowledge Conan as her godson.

With the matter settled, Kurokawasaki Tsuki was relieved and chose to continue his journey to challenge Gin and Vodka to a duel.

In just a short while, Gin and Vodka had disappeared without a trace.

Outside the restaurant.

The snipers have begun their withdrawal.

Because the police seem to have become aware of their presence.

Numerous helicopters and ground personnel have been dispatched and are gradually searching for their hideout.

Helpless, Chianti and Cohen reported to Gin and then led them to retreat.

Kurokawasaki Tsuki spent a little time successfully blocking the two of them.

Looking at the persistent, stinking fox in front of him.

Gin was furious.

He picked up his submachine gun and started firing.

Vodka was in charge of throwing grenades.

In an instant, smoke filled the air.

It looked as if a blue Doraemon pocket was pasted inside their clothes.

There's no end to the bullets, and no end to the grenades.

Kurokawa Saki Tsuki endured their firepower.

They forcefully carved a path through the air and arrived in front of the two of them.

"Damn it."

Gin used his gun to block the sword in Kurokawasaki's hand.

Vodka no longer dared to throw grenades recklessly.

Chapter 129 Survival After Losing an Arm

Gin stubbornly resisted Kurogawa Tsuki with the barrel of his submachine gun.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't gain the slightest advantage.

Vodka stopped watching the show.

He swung his baton.

He launched a sneak attack on Kurokawasaki Tsuki.

Kurokawa Tsuki immediately used force to cut off Gin's submachine gun, then turned his knife to slash at Vodka.

Gin wasn't going to stay quiet either. After throwing away the two pieces of his submachine gun, he drew his Beretta and fired at Kurokawasaki Tsuki.

Faced with the combined attack of these two.

Kurokawasaki Tsuki got a little serious.

One-Sword Style: Ki Blast Slash.

He dodged backward, turned and appeared to the side of Gin and Vodka, then swung his sword forward.

As he brought his sword down, a violent gust of wind swept towards the two of them.

Gin and vodka were blasted against the wall behind them.

The violent shockwave pressed the two of them tightly against the wall, causing the wall plaster to crumble and disintegrate in concentric circles.

Both of them coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Wait for the shockwave to dissipate.

Gin and vodka then fell off the wall.

Gin staggered to his feet.

After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he spoke coldly.

"Who are you?"

Kurokawasaki Tsuki changed his voice and said.

"I'm just a Kamen Rider passing by."

Gin frowned and continued to ask.

What benefits did the FBI give you?

"I simply don't like the smell of alcohol on you guys; it's too strong."

"whispering sound."

Gin stared coldly at the black Kawasaki Tsuki in front of him.

Vodka then got up from the ground.

The hotel entrance.

Inspector Megure, who was inside the cordon, received a report from his subordinates inside the hotel.

"What!? You're saying there are bombs inside, and a lot of them, and the count isn't even complete yet?"

"Yes, yes, and it was a remote-controlled bomb. We didn't know when it would explode, so we came out first."

Inspector Megure was at his wits' end.

He slammed his fist on the wall.

Why are there so many things happening all of a sudden, from assassinations of politicians to terrorists and bombs?

Is this still Tokyo?

Damn it.

"Has everyone inside been evacuated yet?"

"Everyone has been evacuated. Our people just searched the area before leaving."

The police officer had barely finished speaking.

Amuro Tooru and Vermouth led Conan and Ai Haibara out of the hotel.

The scene immediately fell silent.

The police officer's eyes widened.

No!

Where did these four people come from?!

The policeman's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He felt his livelihood was about to crumble.

Inspector Megure's face was grim.

He looked at the four people who had just come out. Amuro Tooru and Vermouth were familiar faces to him, since he had just met them when investigating the murderer.

As for the other two.

They weren't exactly strangers. One was a little girl he had met before, because Inspector Megure had a pretty deep impression of her since she fired a shot. As for Conan, they were practically inseparable.

Inspector Megure immediately arrested Conan.

"Conan, what are you doing here?!"

Conan never imagined that he would be taken from Bourbon's clutches so soon, only to find himself in Inspector Megure's hands.

He scratched his head and grinned foolishly, trying to get away with it.

Inspector Megure looked around and then asked.

"Isn't Mori here?"

Conan shook his head repeatedly.

"Uncle Maori isn't here; I'm the only one here today."