The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Without immediately assuming the gun-holding posture, Toru Amuro, who was very calm, first walked down step by step to the corner of the escalator.

Take one more step forward and you should turn around and see the scene behind you.

If that person hadn't completely left the field of vision...

The moment he turned around, Toru Amuro held the gun with both hands, immediately lowered his center of gravity, and pointed it steadily in the direction of the distribution box he had just left.

Almost the moment he aimed, the tall man had already hidden in the shadow of the distribution box, and was completely out of his sight from this angle.

Sure enough, this person was also on guard against him.

Completely retracted into the side of the distribution box, Shuichi Akai felt around in his bag and took out the grappling gun first.

Generally speaking, when agents like them are on the move, they don't prepare equipment on the assumption that a Hollywood blockbuster-level fight will take place next, but Shuichi Akai, who anticipated the challenges of his new identity, still prepared as many props as possible to facilitate escape and speed up the action.

The grappling gun in his hand was one of them, which came from the equipment confiscated by Tang Ze from Pramya.

-By the way, after using the new identity, the most difficult problem to solve, the combat equipment channel problem, was easily solved by Tang Ze.

After all, the Phantom Thieves' base is right next to his current residence. In fact, because many of Tang Ze's equipment were obtained from the FBI, he even saved time getting used to it.

This is probably what they call, when you give someone a rose, the fragrance lingers on your hand.

Thinking of this, Shuichi Akai had already found the right fulcrum and angle, tied the backpack tightly, and fired the grappling gun in his hand.

After all, this grappling gun comes from a wealthy professional criminal like Pramya, so the quality of this grappling gun is indeed very good. Even if the user changes from a slender woman to a tall man like Shuichi Akai, it is still effortless to use.

After confirming from the feedback of the hook that the other end was fixed, Shuichi Akai jumped over the iron railing of the beam without thinking, and narrowly avoided several bullets shot at him at an angle.

——Bourbon had quickly jumped over several steps, found the angle to shoot behind the cover, and maintained his usual confidence in his marksmanship, and fired decisively.

"You're so welcome..."

Akai Shuichi sighed, and his body leaped out with the taut hook, as if he couldn't see the height below. He kicked the railing to adjust the angle and jumped to the opposite wall.

The reinforced concrete wall inlaid with metal structure is also one of the most important load-bearing structures of the entire facility. The weight of an adult male will not cause it to tremble at all, but only make a slight collision sound.

Toru Amuro turned the muzzle of his gun almost immediately and fired again towards the point where Shuichi Akai landed.

Akai Shuichi, who had anticipated this, released the button on his hand and did not move in the direction of the hook. Instead, he pressed the button on the other side, loosened the hook, and descended rapidly downwards.

The bullet hit the exposed steel structure of the wall accurately, making only a slight sound and leaving two scratches but no bullet hole.

It is indeed Bourbon's style, and he is still so confident.

While performing dangerous moves, Shuichi Akai still had time to sigh in his heart, but his hands were moving very quickly, descending along the wall.

The bullets from Toru Amuro's pistol almost followed his movements, all the way down, with no intention of letting him go.

If the person standing here was Rei Furuya, a public security officer, he would of course be cautious in using firearms in combat, but now he is Bourbon, who appeared here because of Rum's order.

Showing the slightest hesitation is not kindness to your opponent, but cruelty to yourself.

Toru Amuro never makes a mistake on this issue.

So when Akai Shuichi felt the rope he was holding was hit by a bullet and broke under the heavy weight, he was not surprised at all.

They had already descended more than ten meters. At this height, the rope in his hand was completely exposed from the shooter's perspective. It would be strange if Bourbon didn't hit his tools.

With quick reaction, Shuichi Akai immediately abandoned the grappling gun, removed the fastener on his wrist, kicked the wall, and used the force to leap towards the mechanical structure opposite.

This is the interior of the Ferris wheel, which also supports the visitor passages and office areas below, with quite a lot of passages and pipes.

Although they cannot be used as reliable cover, shooting directly at them may cause some operational problems.

He believed that Toru Amuro would not risk destroying the Ferris wheel that was still in operation for an unidentified person, so he grabbed a few iron pipes without hesitation, stepped on the rotating steel cable, and jumped down.

The only way to get rid of Bourbon now was to leave the internal structure as quickly as possible and run to a place where he could be easily seen.

Realizing the other party's intention, Toru Amuro grabbed the railing of the escalator with one hand, and as if he was unaware of the height of his current position, he directly jumped over the height of two floors of the ladder and jumped to the platform below.

The magazine in his hand was half empty, and he still couldn't see any features that could prove the other party's identity.

However, being able to predict his action strategy so accurately, using such difficult descent and flexible evasion to escape from his gun unscathed, is already a characteristic.

Taking advantage of the roll to relieve the force, Amuro Toru tied up the coat that was in the way and quickened the pace of pursuit, ready to stop the other party before he found the door to leave the structure area.

Even though he had guessed 60% to 70% of the answer, out of rigor, Amuro Toru adjusted his earphones while running, reached into the inner pocket of his phone, pressed a few buttons accurately, and dialed a quick dial number.

"This tastes really good, I'm not kidding..." Facing Huiyuan Ai's folded arms and her refusal to take the ice cream cone from his hand, Tang Ze shrugged helplessly, "It's just that the color looks a little strange."

Ai Haibara looked at the ice cream cone in Tang Ze's hand with distrust.

The blue, purple and green ice cream balls are stacked together, giving off a cool air with a hint of sweetness. There is also a simple expression drawn with chocolate sauce on each ball, which looks very cute.

If its color scheme wasn't so strange, and if it wasn't held in Tang Ze's hand, Haibara Ai might have tried to take a bite.

Out of a rigorous research attitude, Huiyuan Ai asked: "The purple one is taro, what do the others taste like?"

"The blue ones are sea salt, and the green ones are avocado." Tang Ze spread his hands innocently. "I'm not kidding you. I can't take a bite of each to test the poison, right?"

Haibara Ai narrowed her eyes and looked at him for a while. She saw from a distance that three naughty kids were taking ice cream of similar color from Professor Agasa. Then she slowly stretched out her hand and prepared to take the cone from his hand.

She still complained quietly, "What a weird flavor combination! If it melts halfway through, will it still be edible if you mix it all together?"

"Then eat faster."

"How can I eat three by myself..."

"Why don't you share it with Ayumi and the others?"

Tang Ze smiled and inserted the mini paper umbrella and spoon into the top ice cream ball, then pointed to his ears and took a step back.

Haibara Ai understood what he meant and said no more. She pulled out the umbrella that Tang Ze had casually stuck in Ice Cream Ball's face and turned around to meet up with the other friends.

Even if he really came here to relax, he would inevitably be involved in many problems. I guess Tang Ze himself is used to it.

Watching his sister walk towards a few children, Tang Ze answered the phone with a smile.

By the way, I didn't forget to press the volume button before answering the call.

"Kumair?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Toru Amuro's voice, with a slight sound of rapid breathing, came over immediately.

Tang Ze blinked and roughly understood what Amuro Toru was doing.

Although he felt that no matter how Shuichi Akai disguised himself, it would be difficult for him to escape the radar detection of Amuro Toru's nemesis. After a face-to-face encounter and a few moves, Amuro Toru would probably guess the other party's identity with a 99% probability. But doesn't that still leave a 1% chance that it's not him?

For this reason, Toru Amuro chose to use code names instead of calling people by their names, which made him appear very professional.

Although the professional significance may not be great, this is the meaning of the code name.

"Yes, I'm here, senior." Tang Ze answered calmly without asking why he called.

Tang Ze did not deliberately cover the microphone, and did not even take the step of moving to a secluded place to answer the call. The noisy ambient sound around him naturally came into the call.

The screams and laughter of children, the music played by some amusement facilities, and the announcements from some shops can all be heard clearly.

Obviously, the person fleeing in the building at this moment was not Tang Ze.

The answer seems to be coming out...

Amuro Toru sneered and hung up the phone.

Tang Ze did not raise any questions about this somewhat puzzling call. He just glanced at his map when he turned off his phone.

Surrounding the Ferris wheel, the largest landmark in the center of the map, two Tarot cards are happily jumping up and down, circling around, with no intention of stopping for the time being.

You’re running so fast and still spinning. Come on, both of you.

Seeing Tangze hang up the phone, Curacao, who was sitting on the side waiting for the children to line up to buy things, finally couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and took a few steps towards Tangze.

"Just now, that was..."

Judging from Shirley's reaction, she must know who Kumail was answering the call. The attitude of turning around and leaving, too lazy to get involved, made Curacao feel very familiar.

Shirley, who has never been interested in organizational affairs, often responds to people who try to talk to her about these things with this attitude, even Gin is no exception.

...Sometimes I really don’t know whether to say that Shirley is too courageous or too timid.

However, this reaction made Curacao somewhat more confused about what Shirley and Kumail were doing.

Since Shirley knew that the person standing in front of her was Kumail, and Kumail obviously knew that the little girl was Shirley...

"Bourbon." Tang Ze answered her question directly without beating around the bush. "I guess Rum asked him to come."

As soon as the two code names came out, Curacao immediately clenched his palms.

If she had not fully realized her importance in the Rum Project in the past, Kumail's words had completely awakened her.

Rum is obviously dissatisfied with his current situation of losing his ability, and Curacao is the tool he uses to solve this problem.

Kumail showed his willingness to help her, but she had no idea whether Kumail could succeed or how he could deceive Rum and Gin.

"Don't be nervous. According to Bourbon, Rum has already decided that I won't let you go back alive. He's just here to look for something."

Tangze waved his hand, comforted Curacao, and then pointed to the Ferris wheel at the highest point of the aquarium.

"I already have a plan for your question. I've already made it clear what price you'll have to pay. I'm not here to offer any kind gestures. I need partners who are willing to stand by my side and stand up to them. I'm sure you're prepared."

Curacao nodded, his face very calm: "If I didn't understand, I wouldn't be standing here now."

Kumail's character is such that he is not as suspicious as Rum, but to say that he has no control over his subordinates is a bit of an underestimation of his abilities.

But after everything she had experienced in the organization, she already had a concrete picture of what hell on earth was like. As long as she could escape that horrible fate of being unable to breathe, it would be a way forward. She had no reason to refuse.

"Well, so, now there's only one question." Tang Ze snapped his fingers, "How much can you 'trust' me?"

"Trust?" Curacao was stunned. She had never expected that word to come out of Kumail's mouth. "You mean..."

"Are you willing to die for me? What if I tell you that the way I save you might actually make you die?" Tang Ze curled his eyes and posed a threatening question. "I can't guarantee you'll survive."

Curacao opened his mouth, and seeing that Tang Ze's expression did not seem to be a joke or a test, his fingertips felt a little cold.

Kumail wasn't talking nonsense; he was genuinely questioning whether he could accept this...

"If I don't accept..."

"If you don't accept it, I certainly have a way to deal with it. But I can't guarantee whether that will arouse Gin's suspicion again, or whether the shadow of the organization will catch up with you again." Tang Ze shrugged and told her directly.

There are many ways to fake death, but it is difficult to make Curacao die in front of Gin as realistically as Akai Shuichi.

Shuichi Akai's plan had been practiced many times, and many people cooperated with the plan. Even so, Shuichi Akai's arm was still wounded by Rena Mizunashi's bullet. To be honest, he did not escape perfectly and calmly.

Now, Tang Ze is the only one who is responsible for the performance, so it is inevitable that some risks will have to be taken.

Of course, Tang Ze, who has handled similar situations many times, is a skilled worker and has sufficient confidence in himself, but her identity is still that of Kumail, who grew up in the organization. It would be a bit unreasonable to ask her to accept this confidence.

Curacao's nails dug into the palm of her hand and touched the gun callus at the bottom of her palm. She couldn't help but increase the strength, and the tip of her nails dug deep into it.

"...Then, I want to give it a try."