funbook-pk Chapter 143 The Provocation from the Fox
Chapter 143 The Provocation from the Fox
These were all members whose credibility had been personally verified by that gentleman at the annual meeting. Since they were all on the same side, there was nothing to be wary of.
Chianti glanced at Conan and introduced the two of them: "I am Chiantiella, an Italian. You can call me Kante or Chianti."
Korn, standing to the side, remained unchanged: "Korn, a German."
"We're both shooting enthusiasts, mainly using sniper rifles. We haven't had any interesting work lately, so we thought we'd join in the fun. By the way, does this boy think we're professional assassins?"
"There's nothing interesting about the job. They're really taking their blessings for granted." Fanze Zhenren said in a low voice, his eyes half-moon-shaped, filled with jealousy.
Feeling pressured by the gaze of this heavily made-up woman with a butterfly tattoo near her eye, Conan scratched his head and said in a cheeky tone, "Haha, because sniper sounds cool!"
Speaking of which, this Miss Kanté, like Brother Hector, appears to be of Italian descent...
"Brother Black Gate, you and Miss Kant are both of Italian descent. You didn't recognize her all along, did you?"
“I saw Miss Chianti in a report about a sniping competition abroad before. I remembered her after looking closely just now.” Kuromon Haruya gave a thumbs up in encouragement. “Correct reasoning. No wonder you’re a disciple of the famous detective Kogoro Mouri!”
"Huh? Are you calling me?" Uncle Mori joined the group, holding a small ominous sign.
"K-Kogoro Mouri!" Chianti exclaimed in surprise.
This renowned detective with a 100% murder-solving rate is riding high; even she has heard of him. But who would have thought that Butterbell and Guinness would dare to associate with a detective!
Unlike one-off identities used to appease police, official identities issued by the organization are highly valuable. These identities have clean backgrounds, plausible personal experiences, are tailor-made by professional departments, and most importantly, each one is recorded in the corresponding country's official database.
Therefore, when carrying out long-term operations, she would be extra careful to protect her reputation and avoid doing anything foolish that would tarnish her identity.
These two newcomers are pretty daring!
Although she really wanted them to take her on some fun missions, Chianti decided to make an excuse to leave first, with Kogoro Mouri around, and then send a message to discuss it later.
Just as she was about to leave with Cohen, a commotion suddenly broke out among the crowd of vendors gathered nearby.
"Help! There are robbers here!"
Five burly men wearing knitted hats and masks brandished knives and each carried an aluminum alloy box. They charged towards the group standing at the side gate of the shrine, shouting, "You lot, get out of the way if you don't want to die!"
Behind them, a group of plainclothes police officers were hot on their heels: "Stop! If you don't surrender, we'll have to use special measures!"
The leader of the gang turned around and looked at the police who were surrounding them from all sides, and thought to himself that something was wrong.
They were a mobile gang of wanted criminals who committed crimes across the country through kidnapping and extortion. To facilitate their offline transactions, they chose shrines as their meeting places, even specifically selecting the first day of the new year when the police were supposed to be on holiday. Little did they know that so many plainclothes officers were lying in ambush!
'Damn it, escaping will probably be difficult now. We need to find a way to take someone hostage.'
Looking up at the crowd blocking his way, he began to select his targets.
—The girl dressed as a student would be a good choice, but unfortunately there's a man blocking her way; that foreign couple looks like they're not to be trifled with, and there's a suspicious young man next to them, never mind...wait, there's a young man on the edge who looks injured and is using crutches, and he's with a little boy.
"It's you!"
As Kuromon Haruya, leaning on his cane, slowly led Conan to the side, he met that fierce gaze directly.
This familiar scene made Kuromon Haruya's heart skip a beat: Here we go again?
"You're coming with me to kidnap the hostages!"
He charged towards Kuromon Haruya and Conan, sword raised, and shouted, a ferocious, bloodthirsty smile spreading across his face: "Don't move—"
Conan, who was facing the assailant, immediately saw through his intentions. His heart tightened, and he reached out to shield Kuromon Haruya behind him, twisting on his power-enhancing shoes: "Kuromon-kun, be careful, let me handle this..."
Before he could finish speaking, five dark figures flashed out from beside him.
Chianti scoffed at the thug, deftly closing in, disarming him with a joint lock, and then delivering a heavy blow to his throat, knocking him unconscious. Cohen, on the other hand, was much more brutal, striking from a blind spot and delivering a powerful punch to the head, securing the second kill.
On the other side, Uncle Mori used his classic winning shoulder throw. Ran Mori lived up to his reputation as the Kanto Karate Champion, and Masato Hanzawa at least passed the organization's test.
Within seconds, the situation turned into a one-sided, crushing victory, which was easily won.
Conan blinked, still not quite understanding what was happening: "Huh?"
Everyone defeated the armed giant in just one round using only their own skills? Even Mr. Hanzawa, the one who was supposed to be dragged away by Hiromi Taro, looked completely relaxed?!
With a hand rubbing his head, Kuromon Haruya looked at Conan with pity, confirming his inner thoughts:
"Accept reality, Shinichi. Even though I'm still recovering from my injuries, you're still the weakest among us in terms of combat strength."
Seemingly to prove his strength, Kuromon Haruya casually swung his cane, knocking out the thug beneath him for Hanzawa.
"Are you alright?" Ran Mouri ran over with concern.
Conan sighed; at least he still had Ran to care about him: "Yeah, I didn't..."
"Brother Heimen, are you alright? Has your wound reopened?"
Ignoring Conan, Ran Mouri helped Haruya Kuromon up, anxiously looking him up and down: "Don't move around rashly, you need to take good care of your injury! With me and Dad acting as your bodyguards, you can rest assured!"
Ever since witnessing Kuromon, Yukiko, and her sister stepping forward and risking their lives for everyone at the beach, Ran Mouri has made up her mind to become someone who can protect others.
The dying man, Black Gate, lying in a pool of blood; the huddled civilians in a corner; the bullets flying everywhere... She never wanted to witness that again!
Even if, even if... even if what was it again?
Rubbing her slightly dazed temples, Ran Mouri looked at everyone who was safe and sound and smiled with relief.
In short, I just want everyone I'm protecting to be safe and sound!
At this moment, the plainclothes police officers, who were a few steps behind the criminals, also arrived late. While expressing their gratitude for the assistance in the arrest, they handcuffed the criminals who had been captured so easily.
Of the five, only the leader of the thugs, whom Uncle Mori had subdued, remained conscious. Seeing the dire situation, he raised his head and shouted loudly to the onlookers around him:
"Fox, hurry up and kill these cops and get me out of here! I'm your employer. If I get caught, forget about the reward, I'll even publish your personal information on the dark web!"
Fox!
Hearing that name, a surge of anger welled up inside Chianti, and she instinctively wanted to step forward and ask about its origin. It was this guy who suggested using her as bait to attack Kuroba Toichi back then!
A sudden sharp pain shot through my wrist, briefly bringing me back to my senses.
Chianti turned around and saw Butber staring at her coldly, a thin silver needle between his fingers gripping her wrist.
"You want..."
Benedict——
A bullet grazed past from behind, carrying immense kinetic energy as it sank into the ground, leaving a dent in the shrine's stone slab. Between the muzzle and the bullet hole, the thug who had been shouting threats moments before was now completely silent.
As a professional sniper, Chianti understood the instant she analyzed the trajectory that if Butber hadn't intervened, she would likely be the one with a blown-out head right now.