The woman in black is not ready to shoot Ayumi with a pistol, not to mention that the newspaper office they are now in is next door to the police station, even if it is shot in any downtown area, only one enthusiastic person hears the gunshots and calls the police, then even if the members of the entire counterfeit money syndicate can escape, but the printing equipment they spent a lot of money on must not have time to be transferred, and they cannot afford the loss of the equipment seized by the police.

Just as the woman in black was about to find a network cable to strangle Ayumi to death, a loud gunshot rang out in the stairwell outside the room.

"What? Inuyama's idiot!" The woman in black said angrily, "You have to shoot a little devil!"

The woman in black thought that the police would be immediately attracted by the sound of gunfire, and she began to think about which planned retreat route to choose, but she did not notice the difference between the gunfire and the Tokarev pistol smuggled by the counterfeit money syndicate from the Soviet Union.

Just as the woman in black was about to give orders to her subordinates to deal with everyone except the Nakata brothers, the door of the office was pushed open, and what appeared in front of everyone was not Inuyama, the accomplice that the woman in black had just mentioned, but Xingchen, who should have been killed.

I saw Xingchen holding a Tokarev pistol captured from Inuyama in his right hand, a can of coffee milk in his left hand, and said with a playful expression on his face: "Sorry, I disturbed your Yaxing!"

"Stars!" everyone in the Young Detective Corps cried with joy when they saw the savior appear.

Just now everyone swam around on the edge of death, and they no longer have the heart to fight for power and profit for the rest of their lives, since Xingchen did not leave everyone to run away at the moment of crisis, then let him be the head of the Junior Detective Group!

Although the woman in black doesn't know exactly what happened, Inuyama has been missing for a long time, and it is estimated that most of it has been planted. She took two steps sideways to the corner of the room, avoiding being shot by the sniper lying on top of the building on the opposite side of her mind.

"Don't get carried away. I don't know how Inuyama was dealt with by you, but he only has one bullet in his pistol, which means that all you are holding is an empty gun now!" Although the woman in black equipped her men with pistols, she was worried that they would harbor different intentions, so she only gave each of them one bullet.

In fact, the intimidating significance of a pistol is far greater than the actual meaning, and when it comes to the real need for a pistol, the pistol often does not solve the problem.

Xingchen was not frightened by the woman in black, he said calmly, "Can you be sure that the gunshot just now was made by this pistol?"

The woman in black recalled that there was indeed something wrong with the gunfire just now, but she was not frightened by the stars, judging from the non-standard posture of this little ghost holding a gun in one hand, she could know that he was not professionally trained. The only thing to worry about is whether there are other people waiting outside the door.

"Little ghost, you don't know, I won the amateur championship of the London Women's Shooting Competition before I started the counterfeit banknote syndicate. The woman in black said confidently.

Xingchen was not disturbed by the woman in black at all, he just said without cutting down: "Big sister, people only pay attention to shooting competitions in the quadrennial Olympics, do you know why it can't be compared with the world's number one sport at all?"

The woman in black had no idea what the connection between shooting and football could be, and when she was still struggling with Xingchen calling herself "big sister", Conan had already heard Xingchen's meaning.

Conan bent down in understanding, and as everyone focused on the stars, he quietly turned the switch on the powerful sneakers.

Compared to his shooting skills that may miss the target from ten meters away, Xingchen is more willing to believe in Conan's miraculous footwork, and there are few people in the entire comics who can avoid Conan's "killing football", at least the dragon character in front of him who doesn't even have his real name will definitely not be able to do it.

"Conan!" Star shouted, tossing the can of coffee milk he was holding in his left hand in Conan's direction.

Seeing this, the woman in black sneered: "Little ghost, this childish trick of 'look! UFO!' is useless to me, you think I will be fooled......"

Before the last word "?" could be spoken, the Tokarev pistol in the hand of the woman in black had already been kicked away by Conan with a can of coffee milk.

After a brief stalemate was broken after seeing the children of the Junior Detective Corps begin to resist, the other two male members of the counterfeit syndicate no longer care whether the gunshots will attract the police, and they have to solve the problem in front of them first.

Including the woman in black, three members of the counterfeit syndicate ran towards the pistol at the same time. They all knew in their hearts that the imp blocking the door could only hinder one person with a pistol at most, and the imp who kicked the coffee milk just now seemed to have some ability, but they could block the movement of the two at most.

In the end, as long as there is one person left who can pick up the pistol, then there will be no chance for the group in front of him to turn the tables.

As the members of the counterfeiting syndicate had expected, Xingchen immediately pressed the trigger of the pistol, and the bullet whistled out, hitting one of the men in the leg. Conan used a watch-type tranquilizer gun to deal with the other man.

Hearing the sound of the two people falling to the ground behind her, the corner of the woman in black showed a smile on the corner of her mouth, the minions under her hands originally needed to be sacrificed, as long as she could take the lead in picking up the dropped pistol, then she should be able to kill a bloody way with her own skills.

Just when the woman in black thought she was sure of victory, Gray Yuan, who was closer to where the pistol fell, picked up the pistol in one step.

How can this be? It's really bad luck today! The two little ghosts before are already very unusual, and the brown haired girl in front of me should just be pretending to be holding a gun as she saw on TV!

The woman in black was about to make a last effort, but instead of stopping, she continued to move forward, trying to snatch the pistol from Gray Plains.

It's a pity that she met three demonic children today, and failure was already doomed.

Seeing that the momentum of the woman in black rushing forward did not slow down, but accelerated a few points. Gray Yuan guessed her mind and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The bullet slashed across the face of the woman in black, leaving a bright red trail of blood.

The woman in black felt a burning pain on her face, and when she saw Ashbara's determined gaze and the muzzle of the gun still aimed at her, she knew that if she made any more moves, the next bullet would pass through her forehead.

The woman in black finally couldn't withstand the continuous blows, and collapsed to the ground under the heavy pressure, yellow liquid constantly oozing from her lower body.