Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

At the National Stadium.

Seeing Qi Ming carry the unconscious man away, Conan hung up the phone and put the voice changer back on.

Thinking about what he had just done, Conan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Previously, in order to protect the safety of others, he needed to keep a close eye on criminals at all times.

Now, to protect the safety of others, he can only watch that person leave.

After all, he couldn't guarantee that following Qi Ming wouldn't lead to even worse consequences.

"Hopefully Inspector Megure can stop Qi Ming... I hope so."

Conan looked around the National Stadium.

Since Qi Ming didn't tell Gin and the others about his identity, it means that the other people in the organization also don't know his true identity.

With his current child form, perhaps he could try to find the organization member who provided Qi Ming with the information!

……

Outside the international arena.

Qi Ming rested his head on the steering wheel, watching the only exit blocked by police cars, and looked somewhat annoyed at the two idiots who had already fainted in the rearview mirror.

Those two silly roe deer are really stupid.

If evacuating people leads to murder, why don't you add, "If you call the police, they also kill people"?

Is it okay now?

Qi Ming looked at the police waving in the distance and was about to step on the gas and drive straight towards the police cars that were blocking the way.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, he spotted a fat figure next to a policeman.

If I have acquaintances there, then I'd rather not start a business.

Monks and nuns are compassionate.

Qi Ming slowly stopped the car, then rolled down the window and waved:

"Inspector Megure, are you still working during the Lunar New Year holiday?"

"Hey, Brother Qi Ming!"

Inspector Megure looked at Qi Ming with surprise, then walked over and greeted him.

"Haha, people like us don't get holidays. By the way, Brother Qi Ming, who are those two people in the back seat?"

Megure smiled and looked curiously at the two people who had fainted in the back seat inside the car.

"My friend fainted from a stitch in his side while watching the game, and I'm about to take them to the hospital."

Qi Ming smiled.

"Oh, I see. We'd better hurry then." Inspector Megure gave the officer a meaningful look.

The latter gestured and quickly got into his car and moved the vehicle.

"Thank you, Inspector Megure."

"By the way, Brother Qi Ming, when you came out, did you see two... well, how should I put it, menacing-looking people who were running away in a panic?"

Inspector Megure asked Qi Ming.

"Panic and looking fierce... I didn't notice that."

Qi Ming rubbed his chin and shook his head. "What happened?"

"Hey, don't even mention it. There were two armed criminals inside the National Stadium. We received intelligence that they were going to escape, so we kept watch outside."

"I see. Sigh, this world is really not peaceful." Qi Ming sighed.

“Who says otherwise?” Inspector Megure also sighed, but then smiled and waved to Qi Ming, “Brother Qi Ming, you should go now. We’ll continue to hold our ground here.”

"Okay, bro, I'll be going now."

Qi Ming waved and drove off with his two friends in tow.

After Qi Ming drove away, the police car blocked the exit again.

Conan still miscalculated one thing.

That is, in Inspector Megure's eyes, none of the people who hang out with Conan and his friends are bad people.

After all, every time they appeared at the crime scene, Inspector Megure easily ruled them out as suspects.

This is the benefit of having connections.

……

Twenty minutes later.

"Where is this?"

Passerby A frowned and patted the back of his neck, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

His last memory was of being knocked unconscious by a singer from a popular TV station.

But seriously, was that person really a singer?

This guy looks more like a criminal than I do!

"Well……"

Beside him, Passerby B slowly opened his eyes as well.

He glanced around at his surroundings in a daze, only finding solace in the stranger standing beside him.

"Big brother, where are we? I remember I suddenly fainted."

How would I know?

Passerby A glared at Passerby B, then looked around at the surroundings.

This looks like the rooftop of an unfinished building, or rather, an abandoned building.

The dusty ground was littered with various building materials and tools.

But the most outrageous thing is that there are various sniper rifles and ammunition on the tool table next to him.

They have Dragunov, AWM, and even anti-materiel sniper rifles!

Besides these, there are some strangely designed sniper rifles with futuristic shapes.

What, what exactly is going on?

The passerby, trembling, stepped forward and carefully examined the gun. Feeling the cold metallic touch, the passerby became even more panicked.

These are genuine products!

Who put this here?!

Jingle Bell--

The phone rang, startling Passerby A.

He trembled as he pulled out his phone; it was an unknown number.

However, after he answered the call, the voice on the other end sounded very familiar.

Because that's the person who knocked me unconscious!

"Hey, are you awake? Since you guys are the ones who challenged me to a one-on-one fight, I'll set the rules, okay?"

"Etc., etc!"

Passerby A quickly intervened, saying, "What one-on-one fight? I have no idea."

"You guys were already pointing your guns at me, and then you shot at the soccer ball below me. Aren't you just asking for a one-on-one fight?"

What caused the gun muzzle to sway?

What?! The football just hit your bottom! You...

Passerby A seemed to have thought of something and quickly looked at Passerby B.

"You fired the shot from below this man?"

Passerby B swallowed hard. "Okay, I guess so."

"When I threatened to shoot at the Nichiri TV station, I was using a few children as a reference point. This man seemed to be there at the time."

Passerby B swallowed hard at this point.

The expression on the passerby's face was starting to contort.

Looking at the pile of sniper rifles in front of him, he wished he could grab one and shoot it at the head of the passerby.

"Sir, brother! We had no intention of provoking you, and this has absolutely nothing to do with you!"

Passerby A quickly explained while holding the phone.

Although we don't know who Qi Ming is, he's somehow able to get his hands on so many sniper rifles.

Even at his worst, this person is probably an internationally wanted criminal!

Has the security situation in this country gotten this bad? How can they let such vicious people roam around like this!

I'm only using pistols, but everyone else is already using sniper rifles!

"Tsk, you don't want to play? Then I'll just shoot you and go watch the battle from the sky."

On the other end of the phone, Qi Ming said this.

Open fire?

Passerby A shook his head in a panic, but Qi Ming was nowhere to be seen.

However, at this moment, Passerby B pointed to Passerby A's forehead in a trembling voice.

"Big brother, you have a red dot on your head!"

The passerby froze instantly.

Red dot?

That's how it's always portrayed on TV...

He's being targeted by a sniper rifle!

Perhaps triggered by his survival instinct, the passerby almost instinctively grabbed his phone and shouted:

"Let's play!"