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

In his surprise, he only saw a blurry figure rapidly approaching.

Amuro Tooru quickly turned his head to the side, and the straight punch that came flying at him grazed his face with a sharp gust of wind, which surprised him.

He quickly stepped aside.

However, Lin Jiashu had no intention of letting him go.

Without probing or feinting, Lin Jia's clenched right fist, wielding the power of her entire body twisting, tore through the air with a dull whistle, aiming straight for Amuro Tooru's ribs.

The punch was so fast that it left only a blur.

Amuro Tooru's pupils contracted instantly. The overwhelming aura made him a little scared. He took a half step back with his left foot like lightning, lowered his center of gravity, and twisted his body to an extreme angle at the critical moment.

Lin Jiashu's fist grazed past his front, and Amuro Tooru could even feel the stinging force of the passing force on his skin... However, Amuro Tooru had no intention of fighting Lin Jiashu to the death. He swiftly extended his right hand, his five fingers precisely hooking into Lin Jiashu's exposed wrist joint after throwing a punch!

Let's get him under control first—

Lin Jiashu just smiled.

Without flinching, his right arm, which had been blocked, instantly bent at the elbow, the hard, iron-like elbow tip like a whistle, slamming into Amuro Tooru's outstretched hand! At the same time, his left knee rose silently yet ruthlessly, insidiously striking Amuro Tooru's abdomen.

The offensive and defensive shifts between the two sides occurred in the blink of an eye.

However, Amuro Tooru, as one of the most elite members of the Public Security Bureau, reacted with superhuman speed. His movement to grab Hayashi Yoshiki's wrist instantly turned into a downward block. With a muffled "thud," his forearm forcefully blocked Hayashi Yoshiki's vicious elbow strike, the immense force leaving his arm numb. Facing the insidious knee strike, he suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, his body forcefully springing backward to a mere fraction, narrowly avoiding the most direct impact.

However, Lin Jiashu did not give him a chance to back down at all.

He followed closely again, but his punches were no longer straight-lined cannons; instead, they transformed into a dense, torrential barrage of attacks… A left jab feinted at the face, followed closely by a right hook to the ear, and a low sweeping leg silently swept down to the lower body. The combination was fluid and deadly, and each attack didn’t even give the opponent a chance to breathe.

"..."

Amuro Tooru was forced into a defensive posture for the time being.

Amidst the relentless, storm-like attacks, his expression remained utterly calm. His body moved at high speed within a narrow area, swaying, leaning back, and dodging to the side… each dodge was precise to the millimeter, each block perfectly deflecting the heaviest force. He didn't rush to retaliate, but calmly seized every subtle opening and gap in Lin Jiashu's frenzied movements.

The steam train spewed out scorching white steam as it clattered along the tracks.

After receiving instructions, the train where the murder occurred gradually increased its speed, and outside the windows of the cargo cars, the scenery on both sides was just a blur of passing shadows.

Sweat splattered between the two.

Heavy breaths collided and echoed each other in the cramped space.

"That's amazing... You've only been training for less than two years, haven't you?"

"The investigation was really thorough."

As Hayashi Yoshiki responded to Amuro's words, a thin, long bloodstain appeared on his face. The faint blood trickled down with gravity, mixing with the beads of sweat that rolled down his chin.

Blood also seeped from the corner of Amuro Tooru's mouth, his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and he was breathing a little shortly as he looked at Hayashi Yoshiki in surprise.

"After all, this is a place I plan to work long-term, so I definitely need to do a thorough background check on the boss."

Amuro Tooru wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, revealing a provocative smile: "But after today, I won't have to personally go and hand in my resignation anymore, right?"

"You can submit your resignation letter after you're in jail."

"You really dare to say that."

Amuro Tooru laughed.

Everything happened so suddenly today that it felt like he had no time to prepare anything...

Hayashi Yoshiki actually impersonated Sherry. So he's also investigating the Black Organization?

Although Amuro Tooru is now 95% certain that Hayashi Yoshiki is a colleague from the same Public Security Bureau as him, he does not intend to reveal his identity to him directly—at least not here.

Putting aside the fact that there are many people and distractions on the train, even if he did say it, Lin Jiashu would most likely not believe him.

Therefore, he has no choice but to leave the Kindaichi Detective Agency for the time being.

As for Sherry, whom we plan to reclaim today...

"You used that email to fish out and test me. Does that mean Sherry isn't even on this train?"

Chapter 4: You haven't been recruited by the FBI or some other organization, have you? Gin

It's time to retreat.

Regardless of whether Sherry was in the car or not, since Hayashi Yoshiki had intervened, he no longer had the opportunity or the need to catch that girl.

After all, they are "colleagues".

Although I have temporarily "switched sides" to the Black Organization, I will have to explain myself sooner or later.

But what should we do now?

Amuro Tooru never considered the possibility of becoming enemies with Hayashi Yoshiki.

But now, face to face with the other person, he couldn't help but think a little more.

From setting the trap to now luring me into this carriage... does he really only intend to subdue me with his fists and feet?

It's obvious that this is impossible.

After all, he was carrying a gun; such a reckless choice was not something he would do.

"Are you in the car...?"

Lin Jiashu laughed: "If I tell you, will you choose to believe me?"

"After all, we were colleagues."

Amuro Tooru responded with a cold laugh in return.

Regardless of whether Sherry was on the train or not, he had already decided to report back to the organization afterward that the train was a trap and that Sherry wasn't on it at all—he needed to conceal Lin Jiashu's presence in this incident, otherwise, once the organization took notice, Lin Jiashu would inevitably be in danger.

At this moment, Lin Jiashu made a move.

Without hesitation, he closed the distance between them, clenching his fist and launching a straight attack. The instant Amuro Tooru raised his arm to block, Amuro Tooru unleashed a fierce high kick with his right leg, which Amuro Tooru barely dodged, the resulting gust of wind sweeping across the back of his opponent's neck. Just as their bodies were almost pressed together due to the momentum of their movements, Amuro Tooru's dormant left hand finally moved! It wasn't a fist, but a palm. His five fingers, pressed together like a knife, slashed ruthlessly towards Hayashi Yoshiki's unsuspecting neck!

However, at the very moment that Amuro Tooru attempted to exploit Hayashi Yoshiki's weakness and temporarily incapacitate him—

Huff—!

He heard an extremely faint yet abrupt sound of air compression. Like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, it suddenly erupted from the front of the cargo compartment, from the shadowy corner of the cargo box!

The voice was so familiar to Lin Jiashu that it made him smile involuntarily.

As for Amuro Tooru—his brain hadn't even had time to process the meaning behind the voice, but his instinctive reaction to a deadly threat as a top agent had already exploded! His muscles tensed up subconsciously, and his movement, which was originally intended to strike Hayashi Yoshiki's neck, stopped. His body instinctively wanted to twist and dodge.

But it was too late!

The instant the sound rang out, a white object spinning at high speed, accompanied by an astonishing whooshing sound, shot out with unparalleled precision from Amuro's blind spot—his side and rear blind spot, where he was facing Lin Jiashu head-on and unable to turn his head!

The target was his defensive midfielder.

Bang--!!

A deep, chilling explosion erupted inside the cargo-laden wagon!

The inflatable soccer ball, with terrifying kinetic energy far exceeding its physical form, slammed solidly into Amuro Tooru's arm as he hurriedly retreated to defend!

"Well--!"

Amuro Tooru felt an unimaginable force instantly pour into his hand, as if he had been brutally pounded by an invisible battering ram! The excruciating pain surged like a tidal wave, instantly sending him flying several meters away until he landed in the last cargo car and crashed into a box inside.

Gee...

Seeing his miserable state, Lin Jiashu turned back to look at the source of the attack.

A primary school student wearing large glasses was standing there.

His football boots were still in the kicking posture, and the toes of the boots were still faintly steaming.

Dr. Agasa's inventions are truly incredible.

If even an elementary school student's leg strength can be amplified to this extent, I can't even imagine what it would be like if Professor Agasa invented a pair of shoes for Ran or Makoto Kyogoku using the same technology...

Amuro Tooru, who had fallen into the last carriage, stood up and staggered a step, barely managing to steady himself.

One of his arms hung limply, while the other hand clutched the spot that was throbbing with excruciating pain, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead... He looked up, his face contorted with pain and rage, his eyes burning with disbelief, confusion, and astonishment.

He felt it was absurd at first glance.

It's that brat from before!?

This terrifying blow, enough to instantly incapacitate a grown man, was delivered by a primary school student!?

The intense sense of absurdity even overwhelmed the excruciating pain in his arm, leaving Amuro Tooru speechless.

"How embarrassing, Mr. Amuro."

Lin Jiashu laughed.

"...So this is your backup plan?"

Despite his disheveled appearance, Amuro Tooru still sneered defiantly, "A brat like you is indeed beyond my expectations."

No wonder you exposed such an obvious flaw just now, was it all to coordinate with this brat?

However, Yoshiki Hayashi denied Amuro Tooru's statement.

“How is that possible? In five minutes, a police helicopter will be here... You and your companions can’t escape, Mr. Amuro.”

"So it takes another five minutes?" Amuro Tooru smiled sharply.

"what?"

"I really have to thank that brat for that blow; this carriage is now my escape route!"

Using his undamaged hand, Amuro Tooru pulled a bomb from his pocket and threw it to Conan and Hayashi Yoshiki's astonished eyes.

The bomb landed at the connection point between the carriages.

"Oops--!"

Conan's expression changed.

But rushing over to stop him from that distance was clearly unrealistic, and Hayashi Yoshiki didn't do that either. The instant Amuro Tooru pressed the detonation button and turned to lunge behind him, he immediately turned and raised his hand to shield his face from the impact of the bomb explosion—

boom! ! !

The explosion shook the entire carriage, and then the connection between the carriages broke.

Through the thick, black smoke, one could vaguely see the last carriage detach from the train, slowly slowing down and coming to a stop on the tracks.

"hateful……!"

Lin Jiashu watched unwillingly as the train carriage gradually disappeared from sight.

"Brother Jiashu!"

Conan was also getting a little anxious.

Although he didn't know Amuro Tooru's exact identity, he guessed that the other party should be a member of the Black Organization... and Hayashi Yoshiki was an undercover agent sent by the Public Security Bureau to infiltrate the Black Organization. Now that the guy had escaped, wouldn't he be in danger?

Conan was extremely anxious when he realized this.

But Lin Jiashu was surprisingly calm.

He clearly knew what Conan was thinking, and left with the words, "Don't worry, nothing will happen," before quickly heading towards the private room ahead.

Although Conan was puzzled, he knew that Vermouth was in the next compartment, so he quickly followed.

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"Sherry isn't on the train?"

Nagoya Station

Gin and Vodka remained there, waiting for news. As the train's arrival time at its final destination drew closer, he soon received a call from Vermouth.

"That's right, Bourbon said he was ambushed, and Sherry's boarding of that train was a trap."

"Hmph, just as I expected."

"There's something else I need to tell you: Cointreau is also on this train."

Vermouth paused here, seemingly giving Gin time to process what she was saying: "Just in case, let me ask you this first: you're not planning on blowing up the entire train once it reaches its final stop, are you?"

"...Have you contacted Cointreau?"

"Ah, after he learned about our actions, he told me that you might take such action."

Gin's words were tantamount to a tacit agreement, which gave Vermouth a real fright.