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

……

Building B of the skyscraper, the same floor where Conan and the others are located.

"Kill, kill!"

"Run! Run!"

Seeing one of the people leaning against the window fall, the panicked crowd became even more terrified and scrambled to rush towards the high-rise building.

However, as bullet holes appeared on the glass and people were shot and fell to the ground, people were unsure whether to advance or retreat.

"Brother, someone on the other side is shooting at us!"

Vodka and gin were also on this floor at that time.

After the first person fell, the two of them cautiously took cover behind an obstacle.

"..."

Gin's face remained icy, but he couldn't help but recall his earlier conversation with Qi Ming.

So, this is what it meant to wait for them to shoot in our direction?

So that guy handed out guns to the people over there?

Although this is a sign that he is now ready to face off against Shuichi Akai.

But given the current situation, how can I have a safe output environment?

"Everyone, take cover! There's a sniper!"

"There are terrorists in that building across the street. Everyone, show your heads immediately and don't run upstairs!"

Just then, a pleasant female voice suddenly rang out on this floor.

The people weren't fools who couldn't figure out the situation, and they immediately followed the instructions of the person who spoke and found a place to hide.

"..."

Upon hearing that sound, Gin almost instinctively pulled out his gun and aimed it at a figure under the table in front of him.

The crosshair was aimed at a girl with short, wavy brown hair.

Sherry!

With his fingers slightly bent, just as Gin was about to pull the trigger, his expression suddenly froze, and he quickly lowered the gun.

This doesn't look like Sherry, it looks like Madeira, right?

sloppy.

"..."

It seems Madeira also discovered it.

Just as Gin drew his gun, Qi Ming, who was hiding under the table, turned his head at almost the same time.

Two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, met. Qi Ming raised his hand in disbelief and pointed to himself.

"You're aiming at me? I'm your teammate, how dare you aim at me?"

"I risked my life for the organization, and this is how you treat me?"

"..."

Gin, unusually, wanted to apologize to Qi Ming.

Qi Ming's disguise skills were too superb; upon hearing that voice, he reflexively drew his gun.

At this moment, Gin could only shift his gaze elsewhere, looking somewhat guilty.

Vodka looked at this scene and found it strange.

"I'll settle the score with you later."

Qi Ming didn't care whether Gin could see it or not, and gave him the middle finger.

Then he repeated the operation in the same way as before.

They produced a bunch of guns, shouting that if they didn't kill them, none of them would survive, and then distributed the guns to the others.

After finishing this round, Qi Ming ran away again, becoming an instigator once more on the remaining floors.

Seeing that the bystanders had also picked up their guns and were aiming at the other side, Gin didn't delay any longer. He took off the black bag from his shoulder and took out his sniper rifle.

"I saw him, big brother! Shuichi Akai is hiding under the bar over there. I saw his hand sticking out!"

Vodka said, holding the binoculars, but even so, he never took off his sunglasses.

Gin didn't say anything. Now that the others were providing cover, he had some room to maneuver.

With his aim at the bar, Gin pulled the trigger.

Even if vodka mistakes someone for someone else, it's okay.

Shuichi Akai isn't going to grow wings and run away. As long as everyone in that building is killed, there will always be a corpse belonging to Shuichi Akai on the ground.

However, those who came with Madeira will probably have to be kept alive; Madeira likely has a plan for keeping them.

……

Two kilometers away on a small hill, Chianti and Cohen sat on the grass, staring through their sniper scopes at the people inside the skyscraper.

"What is Madera doing? One minute she's telling us to hit this person, the next minute she's telling us to hit that person."

Chianti complained, waving away the mosquitoes around him.

"I saw Shuichi Akai, and I really wanted to shoot him."

Cohen didn't reply, but simply scanned the crowd on the street with his crosshair.

As the fire trucks with flashing lights arrived at the foot of the skyscraper, the signal lights of several helicopters in the distance were also flashing.

Seeing this, Cohen tapped his earpiece and said:

"Father-in-law, the police car is here."

"...If you keep calling me that, believe me, I'll stab you to death with a needle."

Qi Mingzhi's annoyed voice came through the earpiece.

"Madera, have you finished what you asked us to do? The police are here. Can we switch to someone else now?"

Chianti interrupted somewhat impatiently.

"Okay, you guys can do whatever you want. There's nothing for you to do here. Go have some fun."

"Nice!"

Without another word, Chianti immediately ended the communication, stood up from the grass, and grinned dramatically.

She was just waiting for Qi Ming to say those words.

Although she was hitting people just now, they were just ordinary people, and she had already had her fill of that yesterday.

Today I can finally change my goal.

Chianti glanced at the officers getting out of the police car, about to fire, when he caught a glimpse of Cohen standing up beside him.

Cohen did not aim his gun at the skyscraper below, but instead slightly raised it to aim at another location.

"Cohen, what are you doing? Shooting birds?"

Chianti asked curiously.

"It is indeed a bird, but it's an iron bird."

Cohen replied.

Chianti looked in the direction Cohen's gun was pointing, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

Cohen was eyeing the helicopters that were flying in to provide support from a distance, which he estimated to be at least 5 kilometers away.

Hitting a helicopter at such a distance with a regular sniper rifle is nothing short of wishful thinking.

Unfortunately, the guns they have now are not ordinary.

"Add me one!"

……

Inside a skyscraper.

The sounds of flames burning, gunshots, and shouts of battle from unknown individuals rose and fell.

Qi Ming looked at the ongoing firefight inside the two buildings and sighed with satisfaction.

When there's a lack of gameplay options, he creates his own; he's truly a genius.

"Girl, get out of the way!"

A middle-aged man saw Qi Ming standing still and quickly put down his gun and pulled Qi Ming to cover.

"Girl, don't you have a gun?"

Seeing that Qi Ming's hands were empty, the middle-aged man quickly picked up a gun next to the corpse in front of him and hurriedly stuffed it into Qi Ming's hands.

Seeing Qi Ming's pitiful appearance, the middle-aged man sighed.

This girl is about the same age as my daughter, and she's actually gotten involved in this kind of thing.

"Girl, I know you don't want to hurt anyone, but this place has become a battlefield. One wrong move and you could lose your life!"

"So let's fight! If we want to survive, we have to fight! Tataka!"

Without saying a word, the middle-aged man raised his gun and fired at the building opposite without even aiming.

Qi Ming glanced at the imposing back of the middle-aged man in front of him.

It seemed to ignite out of nowhere.

"Uncle, I have a gun."

"Girl, what did you say?"

The middle-aged man, having emptied his magazine, crouched down to reload, but his gaze fell on Qi Ming's hand, and his eyes widened in confusion.

I don't think the gun I gave this girl earlier had such a large caliber.

“I said, I have a gun.”

Qi Ming grinned at the middle-aged man, walked to the center of the floor, and picked up the gun in his hand.

The trigger was pulled, and the bullet was fired.

One of the men who had just looked up and aimed saw the bullet flying in his direction and blurted out something.

"I'll knock, RPG!"

boom--