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

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The corner not far from a bank.

Vermouth got out of the car with a blank expression. She glanced at her car's bright red tires and couldn't help but sigh.

About half an hour later, a Porsche 356A also drove out from around the corner.

"It seems your journey is much faster than ours."

Vodka saw Vermouth leaning against the car smoking and couldn't help but speak up.

Do you have a better route?

"...Yes, of course, my road is completely clear."

Vermouth extinguished her cigarette, went to the trunk, took out her equipment, and asked Gin a question while organizing her bullets.

"Gin, have you figured out what to do later? I've never handled a mission like this before."

Gin didn't speak immediately, but remained silent for a moment before taking out a thin booklet from his pocket.

Vermouth glanced at it strangely. She recognized the book; wasn't it the game manual Megan had given them?

It seemed to record some of Qi Ming's experiences in robbing banks, but Vermouth didn't really read it carefully.

Qi Mingzhen dared to write it, but she really didn't dare to do it.

Just like Superman said that a person's chest can actually withstand bullets, but you can't possibly copy that, right?

Gin flipped through the contents of the booklet, then put it back in his pocket.

Unlike Vermouth, he was, after all, the organization's most loyal worker, and even now that the leader has changed, his loyalty has not changed.

After he got back that day, he carefully read through everything written in the manual.

Although he couldn't understand most of the things, Qi Ming's detailed and practical advice on robbing banks, down to the lines, still benefited him greatly.

Seeing that Gin and Vodka had put on their disguises, Vermouth had a feeling that this bank robbery mission was going to go wrong.

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Nagoya Bank Osaka Branch.

Vermouth suddenly felt that this mission seemed to be going exceptionally smoothly.

Despite the fact that they were all wearing strange masks and carrying large bags, no one paid any attention to them as they walked down the street.

But it seems plausible.

Airships carrying deadly poison are flying toward Osaka. People are panicking and trying to escape, so they don't have time to pay attention to them.

They even saw charlatans dressed in strange clothes outside proclaiming that the end of the world had come.

"Nobody is allowed to move!"

boom!

Where is all the money kept?

"Place it in..."

boom!

"Tell me, where did you put all the money?"

"I……"

boom!

Vermouth looked at the corpses lying on the ground and said helplessly to Gin.

"Gin, why don't you give them a chance to speak?"

"..."

Gin was holding a gun while looking at the lines written in the booklet. It was only after hearing Vermouth's words that he realized something was wrong.

He seems to be a bit too dogmatic.

"Bro, guys, I'll take you to the vault, please don't kill me!"

Upon seeing Gin's gun pointed at him, one of the employees was so frightened that he wet himself and knelt on the ground.

"The key is in the manager's room. I'll take you there right away!"

Gin glanced at Vodka, who understood and pointed a gun at the employee as he walked toward the vault, while he and Vermouth remained in the bank lobby.

However, given that Osaka is in complete chaos right now, even though the two of them waited in the lobby for a long time, no police sirens were heard.

It could also be because police cars were still stuck in traffic, and they wouldn't rush onto the sidewalk.

"Brother, the money has already been deposited, what about these people?"

A little while later, Vodka came out carrying three large black bags and an employee.

His muscles finally came in handy when it came to moving things.

Upon hearing Vodka's words, the kneeling crowd tensed up, fearing that these people would kill them all without leaving any survivors.

Gin had originally planned to do the same thing, but then he remembered that the booklet said that you can't go too far in doing things; you have to leave some traces, otherwise banks will become as rare as endangered animals.

Although Gin felt that the bank, as one of the most important institutions in the country, would not be so easily brought down, he figured he could keep the money and they hadn't even seen his face, so killing him was fine.

"Withdraw immediately."

Vermouth still feels somewhat unreal.

They used to do things secretly, always afraid of being discovered, but now they can rob banks openly and without any problems.

However, just as the group arrived at the iron gate and were about to open the sealed door, Murphy's Law suddenly took effect.

boom!

An explosion suddenly rang out, and the three people who had just arrived at the door had no time to react before being blasted back inside by the blast.

"Cough cough!"

Having estimated that she had broken several ribs, Vermouth wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, picked up the gun that had fallen to the ground, and forced herself to stand up.

Although Gin's physical condition was much better, a large piece of the iron gate still managed to embed itself in his shoulder.

As for Vodka, this guy who's built up a muscular physique slammed his head against the counter and passed out.

Gin ripped the metal plate off his shoulder without even flinching.

Have the police arrived?

No, if it were the police, they would never use such a method to attack.

"Hey, there's still someone here? I thought all the bank employees had run away for their lives?"

A surprised voice came from outside the door, and as a figure appeared in the hole, Gin and Vermouth simultaneously drew their guns and fired.

Gunshots rang out continuously. After the two men had emptied their magazines, they saw that the figure was still standing there, perfectly fine.

"Damn it, my shield's durability is depleted! You two bastards, I'll kill you!"

An angry voice came from outside, and the person outside crawled in through the hole.

He was unremarkable in appearance and did not appear to be carrying any weapons.

However, even so, in the blink of an eye, a golden pistol suddenly appeared in Gin's hand.

"Nice figure, this woman is worth keeping for a while."

He sized up Vermouth's figure, licked his lips, and then raised his gun to point it at Gin.

Without saying a word, he pulled the trigger.

boom!