Isn't it very scientific to use the Death Note to kill people?

"Thank goodness you're here..."

"Thank goodness I'm here?"

Lin Jiashu looked at her coldly: "Are you an idiot, Vermouth? You knew perfectly well that Xiaolan looked exactly like her, so why didn't you investigate carefully before taking action?"

"……I"

Vermouth was speechless with anger.

A rare feeling of guilt welled up in the woman's heart, and she could only lower her head.

"It's only because Xiaolan was unharmed, otherwise..."

Otherwise, he would kill himself.

What a heartless man.

Vermouth, however, thought it was quite good.

She wasn't as naive as a teenage or twenty-year-old girl; she didn't believe that a man like Lin Jiashu would fall in love with her just because he had been inside her body.

He cared about Xiaolan to this extent, and Vermouth was actually quite happy for Xiaolan.

Who were the people involved in this operation?

“I am Gin, and there are some other executives you don’t know… sniper Grapa, driver Chinley, and a few peripheral members.”

It was someone who wrote it in their own Death Note.

Lin Jiashu glanced at the time discreetly.

Because he couldn't keep a constant eye on the situation, the information Lin Jiashu wrote in the Death Note was rather vague and inaccurate.

But the time of death was precise.

This means that Gin and his group might be in a bad situation right now.

"You're probably carrying a listening device or something, aren't you?"

Upon being questioned, Vermouth did not hesitate to take out the listening device from her body.

The listening device was covered in several layers, so Gin didn't actually hear their conversation... but Gin didn't have the energy to pay attention to Vermouth at the moment.

The three cars were speeding recklessly on the road.

Gin sat in the passenger seat, looking grimly at the car closely following them through the rearview mirror.

"Kill him, Grapa."

He gave the order via walkie-talkie.

Soon, in the black sedan that landed a body length behind Gin and his group, the passenger window rolled down.

Grapa pulled two grenades from his pocket, pulled the pins, timed it, and threw them backward.

As the grenades, trailing gray smoke, were flung out of the car window in parabolic arcs, Daisuke Jigen, who was behind him, gripping the steering wheel with one hand and a gun with the other, hummed in response with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. His speedometer showed no signs of slowing down, and his grip on the steering wheel remained steady.

He simply reached out his gun-wielding hand and pulled the trigger.

boom!boom!

Two bullets.

The grenade, which was about to fall from mid-air, was actually hit and bounced upwards, then exploded with a "BOOM!" the next second.

Daisuke Jigen's car drove straight through the thick smoke from the bomb, and he even leisurely exhaled a puff of smoke before stepping on the gas and quickly chasing after Grapa's car.

Conan, sitting in the passenger seat, felt a surge of adrenaline as he witnessed this scene—he stared excitedly at the car Gin was in.

If things continue like this, it might actually work!

If we can intercept Gin and wait for the soldiers of the Kingdom of Vespania to arrive, we might actually be able to capture him!

Chapter 373: Gin's Response

The sound of the explosion echoed through the driveways of the Vespanian capital.

Three cars were engaged in a deadly high-speed chase on the road.

Driver Qin Lei slammed on the gas and veered into the oncoming lane, repeatedly weaving through the lane with one dangerous maneuver after another.

Gin gripped the passenger side armrest with one hand, his eyes fixed on the cars swerving frantically to avoid him, while also keeping an eye on the movements in the rearview mirror.

who is it?

Who exactly is this deity?

Being able to pinpoint the grenade's trajectory while traveling at high speed, and firing two shots to deflect the grenade into the air... Gin had no idea that such a formidable character existed in a small country like Vespania.

Grapa's car was following behind them at that moment.

The thrown grenade failed to stop the other party's advance. He snorted coldly and stuck his gun out the window, firing several shots in quick succession.

boom!Boom!

The bullets landed on Daisuke Jigen's car without causing any pain, and the prodigal son took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"Seriously, can't you just let me finish this cigarette?"

He made his move instantly.

In an era where assassins generally prefer modern automatic pistols, Daisuke Jigen is more like an old-school Western cowboy who prefers a revolver.

In a duel between Western cowboys, the speed of firing the gun is paramount.

Grapa and the others in the car leaned out of the windows, but Daisuke Jigen was too fast, and the bullets landed on the hands of the gunmen.

On the highway where the scenery kept rushing past, a few splashes of blood and the falling of severed fingers were fleeting moments.

Boom!

Daisuke Jigen fired his gun repeatedly.

He neither dodged nor avoided the incoming bullets. As smoke billowed from his revolver, the wheels of the car in front were instantly flattened, and the car slumped to one side.

The car in front inevitably slowed down, and Daisuke Jigen's car quickly caught up.

When he saw the driver and passengers in the car frantically pulling out their guns, Daisuke Jigen's lips curled into a smile.

"That car up ahead! The guy in that car is the most important!" Conan shouted.

"I know him, that guy with the terrifying murderous aura."

As Daisuke Jigen spoke, he fired a bullet into the driver's head.

The car, having lost control of the steering wheel, continued speeding recklessly in the dangerous oncoming lane, and soon crashed into a bend, causing it to roll violently.

Seeing the condition of Grapana through the rearview mirror, Gin's eyes involuntarily turned tense.

What an amazing expert...

He checked his own firepower and focused his gaze on the rearview mirror.

[Shh...shh]

A sound suddenly came through the headset.

[Can you hear me, Gin?]

Cointreau's voice?

Is he with that woman, Vermouth?

This is a one-way communication via a bugging device; I'll assume you overheard it.

Although I'm not sure about the situation on your end, there will be an explosion at 19:49:30, 600 meters inside the first tunnel.

You decide what to do.

The sound from the bugging device disappeared again here.

Gin glanced at the time.

Less than two minutes left.

First tunnel...

He glanced at the road sign on the lane, then looked at the relentless pursuers in his rearview mirror, a cold glint in his eyes.

Give me the submachine gun.

"Okay, okay!"

The soldier behind the car immediately handed him the gun from the trunk.

Gin took the gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation, aiming it at his feet.

"Gin!?"

The driver, sweating profusely, screamed in alarm.

However, Gin ignored them completely. After shooting a hole in the car floor, he glanced at the pursuers in the rearview mirror and gave a cold smile.

The hole under the car reflected the road surface rushing past at high speed.

Gin took out a grenade, pulled out the pin, bent down and put the grenade into the hole under the car, then let go.

The grenade, emitting blue smoke, rolled rapidly after landing.

Daisuke Jigen, who was following behind, immediately noticed the grenade. He was surprised and swerved the steering wheel to avoid the exploding grenade.

Even so, the impact of the explosion still sent the two people inside the car tumbling around.

"He's quite a capable guy..."

He clicked his tongue in amazement.

"He's left us in the dust."

"It won't be that simple!"

Daisuke Jigen, having received payment, had no intention of doing a perfunctory job.

He exhaled the smoke and began to concentrate on steering the wheel.

The screams of passersby and the honking of horns on the road had no effect on the chase between the two sides. Amid the approaching explosions and gunshots, Gin stared coldly at the time on his wristwatch.

It'll be here soon.

The tunnel is now in sight.

600 meters...

There are no signs inside the tunnel indicating where you've traveled 600 meters, meaning you have to estimate by sight.

Snapped!

Almost at the same moment the car entered the tunnel, the driver's side rearview mirror was hit by a sudden bullet, and the entire mirror broke off and was thrown backward by the car's speed.

"That guy!"

Qin Lei is a long-legged woman. Her role in the organization is basically that of a racer. She is actually quite bold and meticulous.

But she had never heard of anyone who could drive with one hand and fire a gun with such precision at such high speeds.

Driving in such a dangerous environment, with enemies chasing behind, would be absolutely fatal without a rearview mirror.

"Shut up, floor the gas pedal."

As time ticked by, the ferocity in Gin's dark green eyes grew even stronger.

boom!

The rearview mirror on the passenger side was also knocked off by a sudden bullet. Immediately afterwards, the car seemed to jolt, making the people inside realize that the tires had been punctured by a bullet.

"Let's just blow out all their tires first...tsk! Just how many grenades do they have?"

Daisuke Jigen, who had been aggressively following the car into the tunnel, was startled halfway through his conversation when he saw several grenades rolling on the ground under the car in front of him.

He quickly swerved the steering wheel, and the car immediately drifted beautifully. Amidst the roar of the explosion, Conan, sitting in the passenger seat, felt completely disoriented, and his vision became blurry.

Daisuke Jigen also felt it was a bit too difficult.

As he pressed down on his hat and regained control of the car, which had suddenly slowed down, to catch up, his eyes under the brim of his hat became sharp.

No matter how hard you floor the accelerator, a car with a flat tire will still be slowed down.