Daily life of a spy in the world of Conan

Clang!

Wow...

With the foot-strengthening shoes as the center, Conan spun in the air for a circle before falling down.

Where is the vase?

Conan looked at his father's hand in confusion.

He found that only the neck of the vase was left in his hand, and there were broken pieces of the vase on the ground.

Kudo Yusaku didn't know whether to take back his outstretched hand or not, and he always felt a little embarrassed.

Dr. Agasa's invention is so powerful that the vase was directly hit hard by the kick just now and exploded on the spot, without any chance to fly out and hit the uninvited guest.

"Oops!"

Conan has a sad face and has been accumulating strength for too long. The vase cannot withstand the explosive power of the foot-strengthening shoes.

"Are you okay?"

Frank was ignorant and fearless. He just thought that this was the Kudo father and son's way of welcoming people. Without a bouquet of flowers, banging the vase was also a way, just like setting off firecrackers.

After taking a look, Frank immediately locked onto his idol.

"Ms. Yukiko, this way please, your knight is here to pick you up."

Frank stretched out his hand and acted like a gentleman. If he had put on a suit and 30 cm height-enhancing insoles at this time, he would definitely look very elegant.

"How amazing." Kudo Yukiko was stunned for a while, somewhat unable to believe it.

My fans are so awesome. But how did he find me? Was he a stalker who followed me?

Conan and Kudo Yusaku were both confused.

The other party did not point the rifle at their heads, which made them feel a little uncomfortable, and the invitation came a little unexpectedly.

"Are you actually a real fan?"

Conan's three views were refreshed. His facial features were squeezed together. Neither Inspector Megure nor the police came. Instead, the ones who came to save them were his mother's fans. How could this make sense?

Is this reasonable?

Yes, I should go to the river to sober up.

"Get in the car quickly."

Frank suppressed his excitement and waved his hand back, knowing that this was not the time to ask for autographs. He had to send them away first, otherwise it would affect Xia Chuan's plan.

However, as he was speaking, several bullets landed on the car with a bang.

The sparks from the iron sheet made Kudo Yukiko shrink her neck.

"Don't worry, this should be a bulletproof car." Kudo Yusaku stood up with pain, "Let's go."

It would be too late if they didn't leave now. Who knows if the warring parties would accidentally hurt them.

Judging from the current situation, it is estimated that both sides regard themselves as the other side's people.

Putting on the bulletproof vests in Frank's hand, the three of them quickly ran towards the truck.

At the same time, Frank held his gun and fired left and right, providing cover for the three men to get into the car.

"Damn it, their witness is going to run away." Chianti said angrily.

"Strange, Chianti, did you see that this guy not only shot at us just now, but also shot at Akai Shuichi from time to time?"

Cohen had a question mark on his forehead, always wondering if he had seen it wrong. How could FBI members fight each other? He must have seen it wrong.

Or maybe I was too nervous when I met Shuichi Akai...

"Ahem, this has nothing to do with us. Our target is Akai Shuichi." Xia Chuan changed the subject. "Chianti, help me set up the gun. I want to go over to support Vodka."

"understood."

Chianti glanced at the truck angrily, and finally shot at the tire.

However, the effect is average. The tires of the bulletproof car are also specially made. Unless they are damaged by random gunfire, they will not affect driving. It’s just that the experience is a little worse.

When Xia Chuan arrived near Vodka, the wall in front of him had been riddled with bullets, and Vodka was suppressed and fled away in panic.

"Do you have any more bullets?" Vodka asked Xia Chuan, pressing his hat which was almost blown off.

He only had four magazines on hand, and now they were all used up. A pistol without bullets was no different from a brick. This was why he was so suppressed that he dared not raise his head.

Xia Chuan was helpless.

Vodka is such an idiot. He didn't bring many bullets with him and he just shot at an empty window. Is his brain filled with water?

"I only have one bullet left." Xia Chuan took out a magazine and threw it over, saying into the headset, "Cover us, we don't have many bullets left, we have to go."

"no!"

Vodka felt that they still had a chance. Discovering Shuichi Akai was a very rare thing and they would not let him go easily. Now they still had the upper hand and had a chance to kill Shuichi Akai.

Xia Chuan rolled his eyes, shot the FBI agent who had just shown up, stepped forward and clamped Vodka's arm, ready to drag him away by force.

"Wait, let me finish this magazine."

Vodka refused to leave, stretched out his hand and pulled the trigger without even looking.

Bang bang bang!

It doesn’t matter whether you hit the target or not, but your momentum cannot be weaker than that of the FBI.

Xia Chuan gave up. It was obviously unrealistic to drag a 200-pound man to retreat in a close-range gunfight, which would only increase the risk of being hit.

He had no choice but to follow suit and shoot.

Chapter 70 The Decision of the Top Management

At this time, Shuichi Akai also wanted to retreat. Five investigators had died, and the remaining ones were frightened and their morale was low. Continuing to fight would only increase casualties.

The situation was a bit one-sided, the action was too sloppy, and the weapons and intelligence were not enough to support the victory of this battle.

There is no doubt that there was a major error in the FBI director's intelligence this time. Not only will this guy not be able to secure his position because of this action, but he will be criticized. It is only a matter of time before he gets hemorrhoids on his butt.

Moreover, the personnel for this operation were not his own people. Except for Kamal, the others were temporarily recruited from other groups. These people would not work hard for him at all.

The battle has been going on for more than half an hour, and I'm afraid the Japanese side will soon arrive.

The two grenades just now made too much noise, so it was obviously unrealistic to say that no one noticed. It was only a matter of time before the police arrived, and they needed to retreat before the police arrived.

The gunfire stopped temporarily, at least from the FBI's side.

However, this was only one-sided. Chianti lived up to his name as a madman. He unloaded the magazine, reloaded it, and started a new round of shooting in an instant.

From her angle, she could see the direction in which the FBI was retreating, so she naturally would not let them go at this time.

The sound of bullets breaking through the air continued, and soon, another FBI agent fell to the ground.

At this time, the number of FBI investigators was reduced to four.

Shuichi Akai was still on the second floor. He could do nothing when he heard the gunshots. His sniper rifle was out of bullets.

Thinking of this, Shuichi Akai found an opportunity to jump down from the second floor, and under the cover of the FBI investigator, he ran behind the wall and reunited with them from another angle.

Just at this moment, the roar of a helicopter was heard from afar, and the light of a white searchlight was slowly approaching.

Sirens were also blaring on the road to the south. Black and white police cars were speeding over, and the red and blue colors made the snowflakes appear colorful.

"retreat."

Vodka gritted his teeth and gave up. They couldn't expose themselves in front of the cops. Since they couldn't kill Akai Shuichi, they could only look for next time.

However, this action can be regarded as a warning to Shuichi Akai.

The only pity was that he didn't empty his magazine in the end, with only three bullets left.

Both sides lost all desire to fight because of the appearance of the police.

The terrain here is complicated, and the police have to go through many detours to enter, so it is not difficult for them to escape.

Chianti also gritted her teeth and put away her gun. She was crazy, but not stupid.

However, the helicopter pilot was obviously an idiot and the flying speed was very slow, which might also be related to the weather. In short, it took five minutes for the helicopter to fly over the abandoned residential area.

Both sides have already run away

The scene was left with dilapidated ruins and bullet shells all over the ground.

This area is close to the mountains. The two sides of the gunfight came up the mountain from different directions. No one fired a shot in between. If they fired a shot now, they would undoubtedly become sitting ducks. The helicopter overhead had already arrived in the air.

The black barrel above is not a toy, and no one wants to be shot at by an air raid.

"Check all the houses and find all the terrorists! Also, find the Kudo family and keep them safe."

The vehicle was parked outside a residential area in the south. Matsumoto Kiyonaga, who was standing in front of the police car, did not look very happy. He already had a scar on his face, which made him look even more hideous at this moment.

Police officers came out of their cars one by one and entered the scene to search in an orderly manner.

They were all armed with live ammunition, holding their pistols tightly, and not leaving out any corner.

However, the living had already retreated, and the dead could not provide them with any valuable information. Even their identities were only a few entries in the Metropolitan Police Department's system.

Half an hour later, the police officer came to report: "Report, five bodies were found, all with European and American faces. The battle covered an area of ​​400 to 500 meters, and there were bullet holes everywhere."

"Where is Kudo Yusaku? Have you found him?" Matsumoto Kiyonaga asked seriously. The influence of the internationally renowned novelist is still very large. It is very important to protect his safety. This is the first task assigned by the superiors.

As for both sides of the gunfight, everyone has run away, so we can only pick up some bodies and compare fingerprints to see if we can find any clues. Foreigners entering the country will register their information, which is much easier to check than in Japan. At least their identities will not be confirmed because they do not have a driver's license.

Gunfights are rare in Neon, but they do exist. Some underworld organizations will fight secretly, but today's situation is the most serious.

According to the report made by Yusaku Kudo, there are people using explosives here. This thing is much more threatening than a pistol and must be investigated thoroughly.

"No, I didn't find anything."

Matsumoto Kiyonaga's brows knitted together immediately, and he shouted angrily, "Then why don't you keep looking!"

"Yes!"

The police officer screamed and fled.

Shortly after the police officer left and when Matsumoto Kiyonaga was about to report the situation to his superiors, the communication equipment on the police car rang.

"Hello, I'm Matsumoto."

"Uh-huh."

"Hmmmm..."

After the call ended, Matsumoto Kiyonaga breathed a sigh of relief. The call was from the Director of the Criminal Department, his immediate superior Toshiro Odagiri, who told him that Kudo Yusaku had left and his top priority now was to find both parties in the shootout.

Especially the one with the explosives.

This is a big deal, and many reporters who got the news are already on their way.

However, before the reporters arrived, Matsumoto Kiyonaga waited for a young man with a boyish face.

He claimed to be a public security policeman.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga didn't know the other person, but the face was too childish and he didn't believe it.

"We, the Police Department, have taken over this place. You can withdraw now."

Yuri looked up and stared at Matsumoto Kiyonaga. Even though the other person looked hateful and like a villain, he did not show any fear.

Actually, if you talk about horror, he can be quite scary sometimes.

His looks are just a disguise, ruthlessness is what he should have as a public security officer.

I had just finished the work at hand and was about to investigate that person, but I was called to deal with this matter. It was really disappointing.

"Official letter."

Matsumoto Kiyonaga glanced at Yuri. If he wanted to take over the case from the Metropolitan Police Department, the Public Security Department would have to issue an official letter, otherwise he would have a hard time explaining himself.

Moreover, the Metropolitan Police Department and the Public Security Bureau have always been at odds with each other, so it is understandable that he deliberately makes things difficult for the other party, which is considered politically correct.

One is the capital police, and the other is the police responsible for maintaining national security. There are often conflicts between the two, and it is a common practice for them to trip each other up.

Yuri didn't want to talk. It would take time for the official letter to be approved. In that case, "Let's search together."

He waved his hand, and several public security police officers entered the scene.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga didn't say anything. He had no reason to stop the other party from joining the investigation.

Ten minutes later.