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

Megure quickly regained his senses. He glanced at Qi Ming, who had already disappeared through the hole in the iron gate, and as he moved, he called out to his companions:

"The rest of you, Takagi Wataru, come into the bank with me. You two, rescue those two!"

"Hey, me?"

Takagi Wataru pointed to himself with some confusion. He glanced at the two people falling from the sky and could only helplessly run forward and lie down on the ground.

"Everyone quickly stacked human cushioning pads to catch the two people."

"Yes!"

……

bang bang-

As two heavy voices rang out, the robbers and the bank teller who had fallen from the sky tentatively opened their eyes.

Seeing that they hadn't died from the fall, the two looked at each other and, without prior arrangement, hugged each other again and shouted.

"I survived! I'm so glad I didn't die!"

Unlike the two men who were so relaxed, the numerous policemen beneath them were groaning in agony.

"You two get off here right now, my back is killing me!"

"Yamamoto, you fucking pressed your gun against my butt, you bumped into me!"

"I didn't bring a gun. I just threw it in the car."

"...Fuck you, Yamamoto! Get the hell out of here!"

……

A few minutes later, the chaotic scene was finally restored.

"Come with us later."

"Okay okay."

Takagi Wataru bent down, supporting his waist, and handcuffed the robber.

With a flash of insight, Takagi Wataru noticed the bomb strapped to the robber's waist.

After hearing Xiangchuan's words, he also realized that the bomb was not strapped on by Qi Ming, but brought by themselves.

Noticing Takagi Wataru's gaze, the robber spoke quite cooperatively.

"Huh? Oh, this is a homemade bomb. Don't worry, it uses a point fuse to detonate."

"A homemade bomb, with the fuse lit?"

Takagi Wataru stared blankly at the countdown on the electronic screen of the bomb on the robber's waist and couldn't help but sigh.

“You guys have this technology, there are so many good things you could do, why do you have to go to such extremes?”

"But your countdown is pretty impressive. Anyone who didn't know better would think it was a countdown to an explosion."

Technology? Timed detonation?

The robber raised an eyebrow and glanced down at his waist.

The detonators that were originally strapped to his body had turned into a time bomb!

“What, what is this!?”

"Officer, don't you have a bomb squad? Please help me, I beg you to help me!"

Takagi Wataru was puzzled by the robber's sudden change in mood.

"Isn't this a bomb you made yourself? What's your rush?"

"no!"

The robber finally broke down in tears.

"This isn't our bomb!"

"……what?!"

……

A pink sports car with a flashy paint job sped past on the street.

"What's wrong, Carlson? You got the money, but you don't seem happy at all?"

Qi Ming sat in the back seat, leisurely rummaging through his backpack full of money. He glanced at Tuborg's listless expression in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but ask.

Carlson, driving, said in a rather dejected tone:

"...Mr. Ma, I feel so useless."

"I feel like I didn't do anything today. I feel like I was just a passive recipient who won without doing anything. You did all the work."

Seeing that Tuborg's voice was getting lower and lower, Qi Ming kicked the back of Tuborg's chair in annoyance.

Did you put the money there?

"Yes."

"Did you take care of the competitor?"

"Too."

"That's settled then, so why didn't you contribute anything?"

Carlsberg paused for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"But all of this was accomplished with your help, Mr. Ma."

“And you were the one holding the police back while I was loading the money… I didn’t contribute anything at all.”

After running a red light, Carlsberg looked at Qi Ming in the rearview mirror.

"Mr. Ma, how about I go work for an organization overseas, serving tea and water?"

Qi Ming also stared into Carlson's eyes in the mirror, and after a while, he sighed.

"Tuborg, why are you so concerned about team contributions? We're a team, a family, don't you understand?"

"Do you understand that constantly talking about contributions will distort the brotherhood among our organization members?"

"Think about how much you've learned today, just do your best next time, right?"

“…Master Ma”.

When he heard that Qi Ming didn't scold or hit him, but instead affirmed him, Le Bao's eyes welled up with tears.

At this moment, Carlsberg's sense of belonging to the organization reached an unprecedented level.

He had a premonition that the person in front of him would be someone he would serve for the rest of his life.

Carlsberg wiped away the tears welling up in his eyes and shouted:

"Master Ma, I will try my best!"

Qi Ming smiled with satisfaction.

"Just know that. Change your current 'I'm asking for a beating' look and smile."

Carlsberg glanced at Qi Ming in the rearview mirror and gave him a silly grin.

"hey-hey."

"Laugh even more wildly."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

"Oh, that's right."

Carlsberg had fully recovered and then asked Qi Ming a question.

"So, Mr. Ma, what should we do now? Go back to base or continue with the next operation?"

Qi Ming rolled his eyes at Carlson.

"What do you say?"

"Could it be that we're going back to base to summarize today's operations?"

"...Are you really a cow or a horse?"

After Tuborg said those words, Qi Ming kicked the back of Tuborg's chair again.

"Go back my ass! You've made so much money, you're definitely going to spend it!"

Carlsberg didn't speak, but Qi Ming saw in the rearview mirror that Carlsberg's eyes seemed to have become somewhat blank.

"How come you don't know how to spend so much money?"

"Yes, somewhat."

"..."

Qi Ming rubbed his forehead and squinted at Le Bao.

"Open the top, and I'll teach you how to spend it."

"oh oh."

Once the convertible top was down, Qi Ming opened his backpack, stood up, and started throwing money out in handfuls.

"what is that?"

"Who the hell littered? Me... wait, it's money?"

Seeing the banknotes swaying and falling in the air, a burning desire rose in everyone's eyes.

The surrounding vehicles and pedestrians all stopped simultaneously.

Pedestrians walked from the sidewalk to the road, while drivers stopped in the middle of the road, opened their car doors, and got out to pick up the money.

However, the cars behind did not react to the abnormality ahead in time, and by the time they applied the brakes, it was too late.

One car after another rear-ended each other, and then several flames slowly rose up.

"If you can't figure out how to spend your money, just spend it like this, understand?"

As Qi Ming's laughter reached his ears, Le Bao stared blankly at the chaos behind him, a feeling suddenly arising in his heart.

I have a feeling this is kind of interesting.