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

Chapter 207 The red-starred, yellow-haired undercover agent felt a deep sense of unease.

He pressed the accelerator and sped forward on the motorcycle.

Qi Ming watched the motorcycle speed away, then shook the brick and said to Curaçao.

"You're strong enough to lift a brick, aren't you?"

Curaçao didn't quite understand what Qi Ming was trying to say. Watching the motorcycle ahead go further and further away, she was confused for a moment before continuing Qi Ming's sentence.

"I can carry it."

Qi Ming nodded in satisfaction, watching the motorcycle disappear around the corner in the distance, before throwing Yi Banzhuan away.

"Then throw the brick with all your might, right?"

"..."

Curaçao didn't reply; she just stared blankly as the brick spun and flew behind the motorcycle in a trajectory completely defying the laws of physics.

The brick moved very fast; just two seconds later, it disappeared from her sight.

The brick has turned a corner!

Curaçao rubbed her eyes.

Physics no longer exists?

How can a brick bend?

What about a parabola?

Parabola, please come out and save the day!

boom!

Just after the brick disappeared around the corner, a loud crash was heard.

Following the impact, another explosion rang out.

Curaçao could see dazzling yellow light and thick black fog flickering between the dimly lit buildings in the distance.

No way?

A sense of disbelief rose in Curaçao's heart, and she dashed away with her long legs.

As she rounded the corner, she saw the blazing firelight reflected in the heterochromatic eyes not far away.

The motorcycle crashed into the iron gate of a store.

Perhaps because they arrived just in time, Curaçao saw the flip lighter in the undercover agent's hand, which had not yet been burned.

It is estimated that the motorcycle crashed and damaged the fuel tank, causing the undercover agent's lighter to fail to extinguish, which led to the fire and explosion.

However, the burning after hitting the wall was not the real cause of the undercover agent's death.

What truly caused his death was the brick that smashed the back of his head.

"..."

Qi Ming also arrived beside Curaçao at this moment, and took a screenshot of the undercover agent who was burning with passion.

"Did you learn what I just did? You're in charge of the next person now."

Curaçao's eye twitched.

Is this how you teach someone to do it?

They want me to study? I might as well just pull out a gun.

"...No, I didn't understand."

Qi Ming frowned.

"Didn't understand? You've got the strength and the brick, yet you still can't kill a person?"

"……Feel sorry."

Curaçao felt that she had been saying "sorry" far too often since meeting Qi Ming.

"Hmph, come with me, next one."

……

after an hour.

Curaçao felt like she was living in a dream.

Each time, under the tutelage of Master Qi Ming, the undercover agents they found would die in some inexplicable way.

On top of a tall building.

"You have hands, right? You have a gun, right?"

"……Have."

Then Qi Ming fired his gun, and the bullet, after many twists and turns, hit the undercover police officer sitting on the Shinkansen.

"Have you given up studying?"

"……Feel sorry."

In the nightclub.

"You have a leg, right? You have a fruit knife, right?"

"...There are also."

Qi Ming concealed the knife in his sleeve as he passed by an undercover police officer.

The lights on the ceiling flickered, and the next second Curacao saw blood spurting from the policeman's neck; a knife had been inserted into his throat without him even realizing it.

"Is it useless?"

"...Private Marseille."

Within an hour, 16 undercover police officers had been dealt with.

Of those 40 minutes, most were spent traveling.

Is assassination really that easy?

Although he couldn't learn Qi Ming's killing techniques, Curaçao still had the illusion that he could do it too.

……

"We'll finish with four people to make a round number, then we'll call it a day and rest for a couple of days before continuing."

Outside a street, Qi Ming sipped his drink and looked at the tall buildings in the distance.

Curaçao followed Qi Ming's gaze and asked curiously:

Are the remaining four people still inside the Metropolitan Police Department?

"Yes, there are some junior officers besides them."

Qi Ming nodded, then took out his phone and took a picture.

"Oh right, let's submit today's work report first."

After saying that, Qi Ming packaged up the photos of the undercover agents he had killed and sent them out.

After the message was successfully sent, Qi Ming suddenly frowned.

"Oops, I sent it to a group, and it seems I sent it to too many people."

Curaçao was somewhat puzzled.

"Just send it to Rum, isn't that enough?"

"Hmph, woman, I've seen through your scheme. The point of my sentence was clearly that I sent it to too many people, yet you're still focusing on mass messaging?"

"……Feel sorry."

Qi Ming rolled his eyes at Curaçao.

He sent it not only to Rum, but also to Gin, Vermouth, and others.

The point is to tell everyone in the organization that he was the one who did it.

If the money is only given to Rum, he might turn around and claim credit, saying that Curaçao and the two of them did it together!

After a moment of silence, Curaçao asked:

"Then who did you send it to?"

"Bourbon."

"..."

Curaçao's lips twitched involuntarily.

Are you sure it was accidental and not intentional?

"Oh well, whatever, it's already been sent."

Qi Ming waved his hand, stroked his chin, glanced at the Metropolitan Police Department, and his eyes lit up.

How about we go for it?

Qi Ming looked at Curaçao, then reached out his hand and said:

"Give me 50, I want Dao Le."

"??"

This person is so weird!

What, is this 50 yuan for tuition fees? The problem is, I can't learn any of those things at all!

"Sorry, I don't have any money on me right now."

Upon hearing this, Qi Ming calmly took out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to Curaçao.

"Let me write you an IOU."

"..."

Curaçao sighed, hesitated for a moment, then took the note and pen, signing and pressing his fingerprint on it.

Qi Ming put the note away, took out his phone and operated it on the screen for a while. Then he pulled Curaçao back a few steps and stopped moving.

What exactly is this person trying to do?

What am I going to learn that I'll never learn again?

Curaçao looked at Qi Ming with a puzzled expression, and then heard Qi Ming's voice in her ear.

"It should be here soon."

Qi Ming's lips curled up slightly.

He gazed at the night sky, his eyes seemingly filled with anticipation.

Curacao looked up at the sky with suspicion, following Qi Ming.

The sky was exceptionally clear tonight, with countless stars twinkling within.

So what exactly is coming?

After the two stood there for more than ten seconds like fish heads gazing at the starry sky, Curaçao's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

"what is that?"

She saw a different kind of star in the night sky, twinkling with red light.

"Red light... a red dwarf star? I don't remember ever seeing one before."

Curaçao muttered to herself, but her thoughts quickly faded.

Because she noticed that the star was getting bigger and bigger in her eyes!

"Hold on tight. Although I deliberately controlled the range of power, I still don't know how strong the aftershocks will be."