Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 68 is not a big problem; I can still write more!
Gunfire erupted again, bullets traveling orderly through the air, all targeting the same van.

Both sides' attention was drawn to the van; although it was bulletproof, it couldn't withstand such shooting.

Helpless, Xia Chuan had to take matters into his own hands, setting aside his M9 and pulling out his Desert Eagle to fire.

The M9 is like a water gun at this distance; it drops halfway down and can't hit anyone. Only the Desert Eagle can be effective.

However, the effect was not as good as expected. After the bullet was fired, it was pulled down by gravity and fell a little before it hit Shuichi Akai, only hitting the bottom edge of the window.

Fortunately, the Desert Eagle still had a certain deterrent effect. Its powerful impact shattered the window sill where the gun was mounted, causing the sniper rifle to lose its footing, drop slightly, and miss its target.

Then Natsukawa used the same tactic again, firing a shot in Cohen's direction.

Both snipers ducked and adjusted their positions.

Shuichi Akai glanced at the magazine; there weren't many bullets left, so he had to use them sparingly.

This truck can only be left aside for now.

Xia Chuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Frank.

结果
Even in this situation, Frank drove steadily and calmly, managing to keep his speed below forty, despite it being a battlefield.

If we don't hurry, we'll become targets again.
The study time was still too short.

Xia Chuan vowed to retrain Frank when he got back, because at that speed, even the most bulletproof car windows would be useless without cover.

"What's with that car over there? Tequila!"

Seeing that he couldn't fight off a group of FBI agents by himself, Vodka cleverly ran away. Once he was some distance away, he spotted the van.

"They're probably here to pick up witnesses. Our target is only Shuichi Akai; the others are just extras, so we don't need to worry about them."

Indeed, as he said, the brewery's goal was not the FBI, nor was it any witness protection program; they simply came to kill Shuichi Akai.

What do witnesses have to do with the brewery? Shuichi Akai must die!
Conan peered through the window, wanting to observe the scene outside. Instantly, a bullet grazed his scalp and struck the wall.

He broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

There were snipers on both the east and west sides, and they were constantly watching our side.

The bullet hole angle indicates that the shot came from the east-right direction. There was another sniper firing from that direction before, about three or four small houses away.

Conan was so angry he was grinding his teeth; it was all his parents' fault.

This is terrible; the whole family might end up here.

"Don't worry, I've already notified the Metropolitan Police Department and the Public Security Bureau. The rescue will arrive soon." Kudo Yusaku, having removed his mask and baron's cloak, coughed twice to cover his embarrassment.

Who would have thought that his attempt to trick his son would backfire and get him caught up in a gunfight?

What kind of force dares to wage street fighting in the capital of Japan? He hadn't been back for a while; had Japan really deteriorated to this point? If it weren't for the lack of ubiquitous oil fields, he would have thought he was in the Middle East.

"Mom, how could you follow Dad's reckless ways!" Conan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his safety was guaranteed, and began to scold his mother.

“I’m an actor, acting is my profession. As a professional actor, I have no reason to refuse roles. Besides, your dad promised to take me to Europe for our honeymoon after this is over.”

Yukiko Kudo relaxed a lot at this point and even had time to complain about her husband, "Yusaku is always rushing to finish his manuscripts. He finally gets to go on our honeymoon, so of course I have to agree."

"Ok."

Conan was speechless and choked with emotion: "So what should we do now? We can't just stand here and watch, can we?"

"Go to the basement, at least we won't get hurt when the bomb hits our little house."

The family of three quickly went down to the first floor. Just as they were about to enter the basement, they heard the sound of a car engine coming from the doorway. Bright beams of light shone in through the window, illuminating their surprised expressions.

"Metropolitan Police Department or Public Security Bureau? Is Japan this efficient now?" Kudo Yusaku craned his neck to look and saw a van.

Despite the hail of bullets outside, the car drove steadily to the door.

And
The truck honked twice, seemingly to remind them that the backup vehicle had arrived.

Conan and Yusaku Kudo looked at each other, both somewhat surprised, unsure whether to open the door for the other.

Frank drove slowly to the cabin. The van was riddled with bullet holes, some from the distillery snipers and some from Shuichi Akai. However, the bullets only pierced the surface and did not penetrate the armor.

IRS's bulletproof cars are more robust than expected.

Frank didn't arrive late on purpose; he was simply unfamiliar with the car and driving, hence his slower pace. After all, Xia Chuan had explicitly told him when teaching him to drive that beginners should drive slowly, and he had taken that advice to heart.

Natsukawa hid not far from the cabin, pretending to be a distillery assassin and shooting at Shuichi Akai to the west, while also pretending to be an FBI agent and shooting at Cohen and Chianti. He also occasionally fired a couple of shots at his own van. He was very busy.

My arm was numb from firing the Desert Eagle so much.

Three empty magazines lay on the ground, and the muzzle of the Desert Eagle in his hand was already starting to heat up.

After confirming that Frank had arrived and exchanging glances with him, Xia Chuan put away his Desert Eagle and took out his M9. At this moment, he was a true connoisseur.

"Vodka, where are you? I'm coming to your aid!"

Because of the grenade incident, Vodka and Tequila had developed a deep trust, and Vodka didn't hesitate to give out his location.

Besides the sound of vodka, a dense barrage of gunshots could be heard in the headphones, making vodka's predicament easy to imagine.

It's a complete mess.

Xia Chuan casually pulled the trigger, fired a few shots at the door of Conan's room, and then left.

To make the performance convincing, you have to leave a few bullets behind.

"You all stay here for now, I'll go check on things." As the head of the household, Kudo Yusaku hid through the window and came to the door.

Just as he reached the door and was about to peek out to check the situation outside, he heard several loud bangs. Several thumb-sized holes were punched into the wooden door, and Kudo Yusaku groaned twice before kneeling on the ground.

Fresh blood was flowing from his arms and calves.

The pampered novelist had only ever been to the gym and had no other form of exercise. His body wasn't exactly weak, but it was just average. Those two shots turned his face pale.

However, being a worldly person after all, and with his son and wife right beside him, Kudo Yusaku gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Dad!"

"Yusaku!"

Conan and Yukiko Kudo's expressions changed drastically. They wanted to go forward, but considering that they had to pass through a window and might already be targeted by a sniper, they dared not move.

"Mom, don't move. I'm in a child's body now, so it shouldn't be difficult for me to go over there."

Conan, as agile as a monkey, mimicked Yusaku Kudo's movements and arrived at the door.

"Are you alright, Dad?"

Conan almost burst into tears, looking at his father with worried eyes, while simultaneously glaring hatefully out the window.

Was it them? That black-clad organization? He seemed to have seen figures dressed in black flash past outside the wall just now.

His height and hat were very similar to the one he had seen before, the tequila.

"It's nothing serious, just a scratch." Kudo Yusaku gritted his teeth, looked at the wound, and breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that the wound had not damaged any bones or tendons.

It's not a big problem, I can still type!
He displayed the resilience of an author, shaking his arms as he prepared to finish what he had just been working on.

Yusaku Kudo peered out the window. Just then, a man got out of the car. He was carrying an MK14 assault rifle, and two grenades hanging from his waist were clanging together. He was wearing a dark blue down jacket and five-centimeter-high combat boots, looking extremely capable.

In the short time it took to be hit, the car actually made a U-turn at the entrance, and now the car is facing the gate.

He remembered that before he came over, the car was facing the gate, otherwise no light would have been shining in.

Holy crap, this is a gunfight scene! And this guy still has the nerve to back into the parking space.

Aside from his height being a major drawback, this person otherwise fits the look of a special operations soldier.

"Don't look!" Yusaku Kudo pressed Conan's head back down as he tried to lift it, then squatted down himself, leaning against the wall, and began to think about how to deal with the situation.

The person who came was not dressed as a police officer from the Metropolitan Police Department or a public security police officer; he was dressed more like a mercenary.

He instantly realized that the other party was not the Japanese police!
Is he an assassin from one side of the gunfight? His outfit is so professional! He saw him when he went to the Middle East for research; he could be a mercenary, an assassin, or a bounty hunter.

Moreover, this person doesn't seem to belong to either side in the gunfight. There are bullet holes on both sides of the vehicle, which clearly means that both sides fired at the vehicle. If one side was the truck driver's own people, the truck wouldn't have been attacked on both sides.

Based on the direction of the gunshot, this person didn't seem to be the one who shot him.

strangeness.
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