Damn it!

Sakaki Makoto's head hurts!

The tearing pain was like a three-pointed knife spinning in the brain.

Fierce gunfire continued.

Heavy rain, shootouts....

Dusty memories occupied his mind like a flood.

It was an operation against drug trafficking organizations.

The other party has heavy firepower, but the team he leads does not know.

It wasn't until he kicked open the factory gate and the black barrel of the machine gun appeared in view that he reacted ....

When the barrel of the gun spat out tongues of fire, he was thrown to the ground, watching the moment when his former compatriots fell in a pool of blood...

He broke out completely.

Afterwards, the support troops looked at the scene and were so frightened that they couldn't say a word.

There were fourteen bandits in total, thirteen died on the spot, and the remaining leaders ....

He is being tortured by Sakaki Makoto with water.

Then, glancing at the support troops, he took out the pistol from his waist with a blank face and aimed it at the leader's head.

Bang!

The gunfire stopped abruptly.

The car was parked in front of a building.

Twilight Thirteen is holding a walkie-talkie, calling for support.

Mori Kogoro pushed the car door open and rushed to Twilight Thirteen:

"Where's Yingli?!"

"How's she doing?!"

Twilight Thirteen put down the walkie-talkie, and his face was very ugly:

"She's fine."

"When we arrived at the scene, the prisoner was trying to break open the door of her room."

"She's just a little frightened."

Maori Kogoro suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but remembering the fierce gunfire just now, his heart rose again:

"What about the prisoners?"

Twilight Thirteen clenched her fists and clenched her teeth, her eyes flickering brightly and darkly, apparently with great mood fluctuations.

"The prisoner is on the run."

"The gunshots..."

"The other side has an M3 submachine gun."

Twilight Thirteen said coldly:

"The officers of the search section were taken by surprise."

"What about casualties?"

Maori Kogoro's face sank.

"I don't know yet."

Twilight Thirteen shook her head.

The walkie-talkie on his waist was constantly shouting for an ambulance.

At this time, police officers were constantly being carried out of the building.

The heavy rain washed away the blood that had fallen to the ground, but the blood flowed along the water as if it were endless.

Sakaki's eyes flickered and flickered....

In his head, someone was whispering all the time.

Amid the whistling alarm bells, the police car of the special service team arrived.

Secret Service Officers wearing bulletproof helmets, armed with automatic rifles, and the word SAT printed on their shoulders descended in front of everyone.

"Captain of the special service team, Naohiko Kyogoku."

The leader of the Secret Service stepped forward and saluted:

"Where did the prisoner flee?"

"Ran northwest."

Twilight Thirteen saw the SAT come to support, and his heavy face calmed down slightly.

SAT, Special Police Armed Police, was established on September 28, 1977, and was renamed the Special Assault Unit on April 1, 1996.

It is a special anti-terrorist unit subordinate to the Zoben Police.

The main task is to quickly respond to crimes such as hijacking of vehicles, terrorism, and powerful firepower.

It is also the last trump card of the Metropolitan Police Department.

If you play this card, if it doesn't work, you can only ask for help from the Self-Defense Forces.

However, when they do strike, they usually leave no room for the prisoner to fight back.

The leader of the special service team, Naohiko Kyogoku, gestured, and the team members behind him immediately bypassed the buildings on both sides and headed to the northwest.

"The rain was so heavy that the helicopter couldn't take off."

"So we went a land search route."

Naohiko Kyogoku lifted the glass cover, looked at the weather, and his heart suddenly cooled in half.

The rain washed away everything, not just the blood, but also the traces left by the prisoners.

Without air support, it would be difficult to find someone in Tokyo who was completely unidentified.

Naohiko Kyogoku is pessimistic about the search results.

He did not think that the prisoner would be successfully identified.

Led by Twilight Thirteen, several people walked into the building and came to the twenty-third floor.

As soon as the elevator opened, the big words "Concubine Law Office" on the wall came into view.

Seeing this line of words, Sakaki quickly rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had read it wrong.

There was no time to complain about the name of Fei Yingli Law Firm, and several people walked forward along the carpet.

Bullet marks and blood stains were everywhere on the walls, and the wounded police officers had been carried downstairs.

In the main office, Miwako Sato and Wataru Takagi are appeasing Eiri Tsuga.

It was a beautiful woman.

"Mom!"

Mao Lilan rushed up and hugged Fei Yingli.

A smile appeared on the pale face, and Fei Yingli smiled, held Maori Lan's hand, and glanced at the silent Maori Kogoro:

"You're here."

"Hmm..."

Maori Kogoro scratched his head and couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

Conan listened to Miwako Sato's report with Makoto Sakaki.

"We had just gotten to the twenty-third floor when we saw someone banging on the office door."

"As soon as the other party saw us, he took out a submachine gun from his trench coat."

"Five people were shot and wounded, and the prisoner was also shot in the left shoulder by us."

Twilight Thirteen asked:

"Did you see each other's faces?"

Miwako Sato and Wataru Takagi glanced at each other and shook their heads:

"No...."

"The other party is wearing a mask, we didn't see it clearly...."

Miwako Sato's words also confirmed the conjecture of the head of the special service team, Naohiko Kyogoku.

I don't know what I look like, I just dress up....

Eighty percent of this person can't be caught.

Suddenly.

Sakaki began to walk along the blood trails on the ground.

He clutched his shoulders and staggered, looking back from time to time.

The strange movement caught everyone's attention.

His pace grew faster and faster, until he finally slammed open the door to the emergency exit and flashed into the hallway.

The crowd hurried to follow.

The blood went straight down, and although Sakaki's movements were rapid, there was no nervousness on his face.

Go down to the 15th floor.

Sakaki stopped, walked to the trash can in the corner, and opened it.

An empty M3 submachine gun lay quietly inside.

Twilight 13 immediately calls for someone on the walkie-talkie and comes to check for clues.

Closing the trash can, Sakaki didn't say a word, and continued to walk down.

The rest of the road, without the slightest pause, the blood stained all the way to the back door and disappeared.

The trail seems to be broken.

"Yes!"

Miwako Sato shouted:

"Just now someone saw the prisoner rushing out the back door and fleeing to the northwest!"

Outside the door, the rain pools into a stream, and the water flows rapidly.

Sakaki pushed open the back door and stood there looking around.

Out of the back door, to the northwest is the parking lot, a few cars are quietly parked in the parking space, under the canopy, the ground is dry, and a pitch-black tire mark spreads to the northwest.

According to eyewitness accounts, the northwest of the prisoner's escape is a commercial area, and towering buildings can be seen everywhere.

Due north, apartments and residential buildings complement each other, and dim lights are faintly visible.

It was dark in the northeast.

"What's that place over there?"

Sakaki asked suddenly.

"Factory."

Wataru Takagi replied.

Sakaki ran into the parking lot in the rain, crouched down, his fingers tweaking the burnt tire marks from the rapid rotation.

The fingers were stained with black particles, and there was a little residual warmth, indicating that the car had just left.

"Ruler."

Sakaki reached out behind his back.

Twilight Thirteen looked at Miwako Sato, Miwako Sato looked at Wataru Takagi, and Wataru looked at the empty side.... The corners of his mouth twitched.

He doesn't have a ruler ....

In the end, Conan took out the ruler and handed it to Sakaki Makoto.

Sakaki Makoto measured the width of the fetal prints and their spacing separately, and had a conclusion in mind.

"The tire print width is 275mm, the radial structure, the tire size is more than 18 inches, and the distance between the left and right tires is 1575mm......"

Glancing back at the somewhat confused crowd, Sakaki Makoto said:

"The prisoner was driving an off-road vehicle."