Caught up? Can you catch that "Miss Hirota" and ask clearly?

Ask all about it......

No... I'm afraid not.

As soon as he got out of the car, Conan heard several clear gunshots from the port warehouse in the distance, and he subconsciously rushed forward, and even Xiaolan, who came with him, did not hold him.

"Xiaolan, you go to the police first!"

Conan realized in an instant that something seemed wrong this time.

I'm afraid that this "Miss Hirota" is not the real culprit behind this robbery.

She is just a pawn behind the scenes, and after showing up and grabbing a billion yen with all her might, she innocently went back to find her boss with the money.

And now, the people behind the scenes are ready to clean up these little brothers who have leaked their feet.

Although there is no evidence, the chain of information that can be deduced in the momentary thoughts in his mind still makes Conan sure that his guess is reality.

"Miss Hirota" may be dangerous now!

Conan subconsciously shouted at Xiaolan and ran forward, and for a moment the overlap of his figure in a certain memory made Xiaolan subconsciously stunned.

And before she could react, Conan was gone.

"Conan..."

Xiaolan muttered.

……

"Vodka, you can go...... Leave the rest to Spritz. ”

Wrap up, what wrap up? Cleaning up the body for Akemi Miyano? But shouldn't this inconsequential corpse just be left here, waiting for the police to wash the floor?

Vodka was a little confused, but he didn't say anything, the eldest brother said that one is one, and as the number one dogleg, he would never ask questions that shouldn't be asked.

Vodka nodded to Spritz and quickly left.

Probably Spritz has some follow-up mission requirements, although Spretz will not immediately be promoted to replace Gin after this mission.

After all, although Gin is already full of gray hair, he can still work for a few more years.

But Spretz will further enhance his power within the organization after this battle, and that is certain.

Vodka thought to himself and left where he was.

And Toru Amamiya kept the coldness of "Spritz" on his face, and moved his nose slightly.

……

On the other side, the pink sports car pulls into a pink phantom on the other road, and Yuki Asaba pulls the steering wheel to stop with the last drift before the tires reach the limit.

He rushed here almost as fast as he could, and the cops who tried to stop him could almost form a long line along the way.

Countless innocent passers-by cursed him for his fast overtaking, and the tires of this sports car were almost scrapped under such high loads.

But the distance that almost spans a city is still too far for a man......

Even with this effort, Yuki Asaba was a step late, and almost at the same time as he stopped, gunshots rang out in the distance.

Yuki Asaba pursed her lips, clenched the weapon in her arms, and hurried forward, almost desperately breaking into the warehouse where the gunshots rang out.

Then he saw the figure he had been thinking about day and night.

The shredded hair of the shawl covered his temples, there was not the slightest emotion in his iron-gray eyes, and the mask covered half of his face.

What appeared in front of Asa Ha Yuki was only a side face of Sprez, but that didn't prevent Asaba from recognizing who it was.

Spretz was holding a gun, and "Masami Hirota" fell to the ground with blood spilling all over the ground, apparently already dead.

"Spritz!"

Yuki Asaba looked at the corpse, first, he was a little sluggish, and the hidden memories in his mind began to flicker.

Hustle and bustle, hustle and bustle.

The momentary tinnitus made Yuki Asaba a little dazed, and the hands that he couldn't hold again appeared and disappeared after trying his best.

At this moment, the "mercenary" who dominates the dark world has disappeared, and the playboy named "Xavier" who always loves whimsy appears in him.

Yuki Asaba punched Spritz in the face.

Maybe it's because of Spretz, he's always been able to make such gaffes himself, Yuki Asaba thought, the hallucinatory roars and the murmurs of dying people haven't gone away.

The light and shadow of the vision made Yuki Asaba almost crazy.

Spritz cooperated without dodging Asaha Yuki's movements, watching Asaba grab his collar, lift him with one hand, and press him against the wall

"You're so excited, Aze"

Spritz always called him that, he always hated that the name "Xavier" was not so easy to call, and then randomly nicknamed him in other languages.

"So what are you doing! Spritz! ”

Yuki Asaba shouted, he almost confused the two "rays of light" into one.

He could only be so hysterical in the face of Spritz.

"What's wrong? I'm a killer, and I should have no problem completing the task of the killer......"

"Or maybe you haven't done it before?"

Spritz spoke with a hint of sarcasm, and Yuki Asaba knew that if he wanted to, he might be subdued in an instant at such a close distance.

But he didn't, he just looked at himself like this, and the darkness in his eyes seemed to overflow, drowning the fool who thought he saw the light.

Spritz was even laughing, the smile on his lips like the most malicious mockery of everything he had ever had.

Yuki Asaba's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything, just looked at Spritz, who was gradually covered by the shadow brought by the sunset, and his whole person became gloomy.

He knew that he had no position to do the duty of Spretz.

Yuki Asaba's sanity tells him that even if Spretz kills "Masami Hirota", it will only be an ordinary task for him.

What's more, the goal is still a... The criminal who robbed a billion yen, even if he was morally speaking, didn't have much to do with Spritz.

He has completed many similar tasks, and countless people who have almost destroyed their families because of themselves are desperately hating this completely bad mercenary leader, and hating a member of the dark world, the "commander".

With a simple empathy, Yuki Asaba suddenly lost his strength, and Spruz easily broke free from his hand and straightened his collar.

Yuki Asaba understands that he is just angry, and the object of his real anger and hatred should be himself.

Yuki Asaba had imagined many times how he would be when he and Spritz were reunited, how viciously he would punch him in the face, and how excited he would be to hug him.

But he couldn't tell what kind of feelings he had at the moment, and Yuki Asaba almost fell to his knees weakly.

The setting sun was on the warehouses in the harbor, and a long shadow covered part of the earth, and suddenly—

Yuki Asaba saw Sprutz's expression softened for a moment.

With a smile on his face, he gently put his index finger to his mouth, then opened his mouth without making a sound.

Lip language?

The movement from Spretz made Asaba Yuki instantly refreshed, the auditory hallucinations and chaotic light and shadow disappeared, and his sanity returned, and he saw Spretz nodding at him.

He could tell that Spritz was saying, "Don't worry, she's still there." ”

“？”

You've killed everyone, and you said she's still there...

Is it a stand-in? Still is......

Yuki Asaba was stunned for a moment, and even felt a little aggrieved for a moment, he had revealed his true feelings for so long, and he almost realized the truth of the world, and now tell him that you lied to me?

However, after coming to his senses, he gritted his teeth and Yuki Asaba still didn't really say anything to question Spritz.

Since he had gone to such great lengths to lip-tone to communicate with him, it was certain that their conversation had been listened to all along.

And a person who is not trusted by Sprutz, or rather by Spruitz in this matter.

The people of that organization behind him.

Yuki Asaba nodded at Spritz, signaling that he understood.

Everything about the "Commander" came back to him, as if those fragile things were fake, and Yuki Asaba had a resolute look in his eyes.

Since you want to act, let's play it all the time...... Yuki Asaba buried all his previous thoughts in his heart.

He pulled out the weapon at his waist.

……

The sound of two people talking, the sound of fighting, and... Gunshot?

Conan hid in the corner.

This wasn't the first time he'd been hiding in a corner eavesdropping, the last time he was in a corner he was knocked unconscious by that damn member of the Order, Gin, and then poisoned and turned into a child.

This time, Conan learned from the pain, he carefully observed the surrounding positions, and after making sure that no members of the criminal organization were hiding in the corner and preparing to give him a double score, he was relieved to start eavesdropping.

But he, the detective, did seem to come a little late, and he only heard a mocking voice as if making a final question......

"You haven't done that?"

Conan was vaguely aware of everything, and poked his head out, only to see a familiar figure whose back Conan couldn't remember for a while.

There is also a mysterious man hiding in the shadows.

The mysterious man in the shadows had half of his face under the mask and half of his face in the shadows, and seemed to let out a sneer.

"I hope you'll always be so resolute in raising your weapon at anyone."

The mysterious man said, completely ignoring the person behind him, and left directly.

The figure that made Conan feel familiar with his back lowered his hands weakly in the words......

Only then did Conan notice that the back figure was holding a pistol.

“……”

Conan didn't dare to go out, he knew that Miss "Masami Hirota" had probably been killed.

Conan was a little depressed, and he still didn't save this big sister in the end, and he didn't ask him about his relationship with Toru Amamiya and Yuki Asaba, as well as the beginning and end of this incident and the reason.

But at the very least, he can catch these two murderers.

Conan perked up instantly, and the pride and pride of the detective returned, and he held his head up and thought carefully about the whole incident.

He didn't dare to keep staring at that familiar back, for fear of arousing the idea of this dangerous person.

But he could hide in the corner with his figure, waiting for his back to leave, trying to remember where he had seen it.

Back... Back.

Finally, the whistle of the police car brought back Conan's complicated thoughts.