Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 1108 Planning and Improvisation

How to find the location of Gin?
It is difficult to say, but it is also simple to say.

He is a very special kind, the kind that is a little difficult to lock onto using technological means, but is visible to the naked eye.

I'm talking about his Porsche.

Perhaps it was because he was aware of this distinctive feature of his own - at least he was definitely aware that Akai Shuichi himself was aware of this problem - Gin did not park his car blatantly in the hospital parking lot to attract attention, but instead chose an alley near Haido Central Hospital.

This directly leads to another problem, that is, if he is really discovered, even if Gin's driving skills are not bad, it will become impossible for him to get rid of Akai Shuichi, who also has superb driving skills.

"Aka, Akai-san—" Conan, whose seatbelt couldn't even give him a sense of security, tightly grasped the door handle. His voice was so tense that it seemed as if he would be thrown away if he relaxed his vocal cords even a little. "Slow down, a little, slow down—"

In such a narrow alley, such a thrilling chase scene can be staged. It seems that Shuichi Akai was indeed an honest person and there was nothing fishy about him, as he was once one of the best code members of the organization.

But then again, does our plan include this part? Does it include it?

"This isn't the time to relax." Perhaps sensing the subtle confusion in the planner's face, Akai Shuichi swerved the steering wheel, his voice still smiling. "Gin isn't someone you can easily fool. If you want him to believe everything that's coming, you'll have to give it your all. This guy who likes to describe people as rats is actually a snake that's even harder to catch than a rat."

I quickly got the rat meme, but I always felt like Akai Shuichi was scolding his own Conan: "..."

Thinking of this, Conan looked at the extremely fast Porsche in front of him, and while using the relevant knowledge he had crammed in, he sighed that even if it was an old antique car, a sports car was still a sports car after all, and tightened his fingers holding the handle.

After all, the Porsche 356A was a car that once performed very well in racing. It's no surprise that a regular sedan could catch up to such a car, so the car would be shaken a lot...

While the atmosphere was good on their side, Gin, who was being chased in front, was having a completely different experience.

The all-around top killer's driving skills are indeed comparable to those of a dedicated driver like Vodka, especially when using his old friend whom he's long been accustomed to. However, every time he's forced to use it, it's never a pleasant experience.

His eyes were fixed on the corner ahead. He found the correct angle to turn the steering wheel and turned it. The car body crushed the debris in the narrow corner and turned 90 degrees at its extreme, accelerating towards the port.

"Akai Shuichi found me." Amidst the violent shaking of the car, Gin's voice, clearly filled with anger, squeezed into the communication from his throat, "Which of you didn't use the encrypted channel?"

"Brother, you know me." Vodka was undoubtedly the fastest to respond. "I never make mistakes in this regard."

"We've been snipers for so long. When has our command position ever been exposed due to a communication error?" Chianti's voice became slightly more irritable. "I know you're upset, but that's no reason to blame us."

"Yeah." Cohen, who was very frugal with words, only replied with a single syllable.

"I'm only here to take care of Akai Shuichi's affairs, but I didn't participate in your plan in advance." Vermouth's voice was much more relaxed than theirs. "He didn't even realize that it was me who was following him."

Gin was frowning, thinking about more possibilities of exposing his whereabouts, when Kumail's voice came out at an inopportune time.

"Is it possible that you're tracking the FBI right behind you, and they could just capture your communication frequency band, triangulate your location, and find the remaining one without intercepting anything? You've been tracking them for quite some time, and with their technology, it's probably enough to pinpoint their approximate location."

For any remaining questions, I'll have to ask the magical enemy sense...

Of course, why Gin is always thinking about your Porsche is also a question.

The answer was a bit of a test of one's knowledge, but Gin fell silent for a moment.

"Aren't you also on the communication, Kumail?" Chianti asked untimely.

"Surely the FBI can't think Gin is underwater?"

"You, you went down to salvage Curacao?"

"Don't talk like they're dead. Isn't it possible they're still alive? But we have to confirm the scene before the police arrive..."

A bunch of useless things.

When teammates chose motorcycles instead of other vehicles for the flexibility of monitoring, the disadvantage suddenly became apparent, that is, they were completely unable to respond to such situations.

The only one driving drove off the bridge with his car.

Realizing that maintaining communication was no longer of any use, Gin pursed his lips and raised his hand to lower the volume of the communication to prevent the noisy others from affecting his thinking.

Whether in the organization or not, Akai Shuichi is a mad dog that won't let go once it smells blood. Rather than relying on a simple chase to shake him off, it's more effective to consider how to fight back.

When Gin had already started thinking about what route to take to guide the following car into the appropriate position and let this group of noisy guys set up the line of fire, his fierce chase with Shuichi Akai had already shifted from the complex alley to the embankment outside the alley.

This place is still far away from the coast of Curacao where Kumel was hit. Even the road on the embankment does not give people a sense of sudden openness. Instead, the residential buildings on both sides make the road on the embankment beside the river even steeper and narrower.

Before Gin could figure out a specific plan, a tall van suddenly rushed out between the two buildings.

Just like Kumail who suddenly appeared a while earlier, the car rushed forward as if it could not see that there was a dam in front of it and there were vehicles moving on it. It crashed into it violently without slowing down at all.

It crashed into the car of Shuichi Akai, who was chasing closely behind Gin.

A tall van that can even fit 9 people can easily knock over a light car.

Then after a familiar loud noise, the car following closely behind also hit the guardrail on the side of the road.

It was hard to say whether it was lucky or unfortunate. It didn't even have the chance to roll off the road like the car Curacao was in. The huge weight and kinetic energy of the van crushed the rear half of the car body in an instant, and it was pressed tightly against the broken guardrail.

Everything happened very quickly, and Gin, who was still driving at high speed, naturally couldn't react in time.

By the time he managed to stop the car using the excellent braking of the sports car, it was already dozens of meters away from the scene. Gin got out of the car with a cold face. When he returned to the scene of the accident, he saw that the passenger door of the van had been opened, and Rena Mizunashi, with a stern expression, was limping and struggling to get out of the wrecked vehicle.

The previous evacuation, the subsequent drag race, and the current car accident, Rena Mizunashi had experienced a lot in just one hour, so she looked very embarrassed.

Sweat covered her cheeks and dripped down her loose hair. The loose hospital gown was simply and roughly stuffed into her black coat and trousers. It was very loose and showed that the person who changed her clothes was in a hurry.

Scratches and bloodstains covered almost all of her exposed skin, some of which looked like they were caused by fighting, while others looked more like the work of shattered car windows in a car accident.

And this is not her most eye-catching feature. Anyone who approaches her will see her blood-stained lips at a glance.

The blood dyed her lips, which should have been bloodless, crimson, and combined with her pale and weak appearance, which was in stark contrast to her appearance, she looked like a demon.

Gin just glanced inside the broken windshield of the van, then raised the corners of his mouth in a malicious smile.

"You're still sharp-tongued, Kiel. You always resort to that trick when the time comes."

The man collapsed in the driver's seat was tall and strong, but his arm was covered in blood. A glaring mark that looked like a tooth mark had stained his white shirt, which was exposed when he rolled up his coat, into a blood-red crescent, like an arrogant, toothy grin.

The man's temple and cheeks were covered in blood and flesh. The large amount of blood splattered blurred his features, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly.

As for the origin of these marks, Kil's hand, which was almost soaked in a pool of blood, and the pistol tightly grasped in it, which was still dripping with blood, were enough to explain the problem.

When faced with such a desperate situation, Kil used the same old trick again and used his "specialty" once again.

—She attacked the unsuspecting driver, snatched his service gun, and then fought back.

Rena Mizunashi coughed and spat out a small amount of something that was hard to tell whether it was a blood clot or tissue. She looked at Gin silently, raised her free hand and wiped the corner of her mouth fiercely.

She spoke, her voice a little hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time.

"There's nothing we can do. Men always look down on women, let alone unconscious women. Sooner or later, they're bound to fall into this trap. It's inevitable."

Gin scoffed but didn't deny her statement.

From a physiological perspective, there is a gap between women and men in terms of strength, etc., and Rena Mizunashi is such a slender and beautiful young woman. Even if you know that she is a member of a vicious organization, you can easily subconsciously fall into inertial thinking and mistakenly think that she may be a clerical staff member or mental worker of the organization.

Whether it was the last person who fell into Kil's hands or this time's agent, they obviously fell into the same thinking error. It is no wonder that Kil's tricks can work again and again.

"When did you wake up?" Gin looked away, no longer concerned about the agent whose name he didn't even know. He walked towards Akai Shuichi's car, which was paralyzed by the railing, and asked, "Did you hit him with your car?"

"I woke up yesterday. The FBI didn't give up and tested me many times, but I still couldn't be discovered." Mizunashi Rena staggered, holding onto the car door, and slowly caught up with Gin. "I just heard from the intercom that you were coming to pick me up, so I planned to find a chance to meet up with you... If it weren't for this inexplicable driver, I wouldn't have to take this risk."

"While I admire your decisiveness, you always find yourself in awkward situations like this. Being so embarrassed all the time will only make people question your abilities." Gin glanced at the cold and conceited smile on her face and said sarcastically, "However, it's a mistake for the FBI to entrust such an important task to only one person."

"They probably think that this will make it easier for people to believe that this car is not the target vehicle. They are just being clever." Rena Mizunashi held down her arm that was bleeding, and showed no mercy when she mocked him.

During the entire planning process, if it weren't for Shuichi Akai's quick wit and Conan's well-prepared plan, the FBI would have been in Gin's hands and played around with at will, without any ability to fight back.

This fully demonstrates that the FBI's capabilities are just so-so without its trump card, and the current situation is indeed not due to the FBI's contribution.

"How did you think of controlling the car and rushing over here?"

"That idiot has an electronic map on his phone that shows all the people involved. I locked onto Shuichi Akai's location. Kumail gave me some inspiration that the vehicle itself is also a weapon." Even though her steps were not steady, Rena Mizunashi's voice was still very steady.

The wounds on her body were not fake. In order to gain the trust of the always suspicious Gin, except for the bullet marks on Camille's head, the bite marks on his hands and the wounds on her body were all real.

Just like what her father did, she has always been aware that if she wants to clear herself of suspicion, she must take risks.

"Not timid."

"you flatter me."

Gin stopped talking to this sharp-tongued colleague in every sense of the word, and just narrowed his eyes and looked at the familiar and hateful face in the car.

Perhaps due to the deformation caused by the violent collision, Shuichi Akai's body was completely sunk into the driver's seat, his eyes were closed, and there were some small scratches on his cheeks. He seemed to have temporarily lost consciousness.

There was no one else in the car except him.

Shuichi Akai, the former rye whiskey.

Before and after his defection, this guy caused a lot of trouble to the organization. Even after he left the organization, he had several conflicts with the organization, not only causing a lot of losses, but even leaving a scar on Gin's face. He was a real trouble.

I don’t know why, but that adult is so afraid of the so-called “silver bullet”.

Gin, who is well aware of the meaning of this title, is completely disdainful of such praise.

From this perspective, this guy who has not even entered the core layer and was only chosen because of his physical condition is just a mortal.

After admiring the embarrassed posture of this annoying opponent for a few seconds, Gin tilted his head and gestured to Mizunashi Rena who was still holding a gun in his hand.

"Kil, go ahead and kill him."

(End of this chapter)