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

"Get out of the way!"

A gunshot rang out, but Vermouth's cry of alarm came a beat too late.

However, the bullet was so fast that even Gin couldn't dodge it.

After all, his gradient and numerical values ​​are what they are, and Gin is ultimately not Makoto Kyogoku. Although his mind can react, his physical abilities cannot keep up.

Time seemed to slow down in an instant, and Gin could only watch helplessly as the bullet flew toward his head.

call out--

In the end, Gin could only watch helplessly as the man who had shot him lay sprawled on the ground, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

"..."

Wait a minute.

Ok? !

Gin suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He could only watch helplessly as the person who shot him fell to the ground?

He didn't even lift a finger, so how did this person die?

"How is this going?"

Gin, unusually flustered, gasped in surprise as he looked at the man who had fallen in front of him. He wondered if what he was seeing was just a hallucination before his death.

As the man's corpse on the ground disappeared, Gin felt more and more that he was already dead.

However, the pain in his shoulder told him that it all seemed real.

"...Gin, what happened to you just now?"

Vermouth clutched her injured abdomen and looked at Gin with disbelief.

Even as an observer, she couldn't tell what had happened at all.

"..."

What could Gin say? He didn't know anything either.

However, just over ten seconds later, the voice of the man who had just died came from outside the hole again.

"What was that you just now? Could it be that you guys also..."

As the figure slowly appeared, Gin and Vermouth's relaxed expressions turned cold again.

They naturally wouldn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, and quickly changed their magazines, firing again at the hole.

At the very moment the shot was fired, they seemed to feel a strong sense of déjà vu.

It seems they did the same thing just now.

However, with this barrage of bullets, the man outside the iron gate was different from before; he was riddled with holes and fell heavily to the ground.

The corpse on the ground was indeed the person who had died inexplicably just moments before.

The next second, the body disappeared.

"...Have we encountered a ghost?"

Vermouth asked Gin blankly, while Gin had also given up trying to think about it.

What the hell does this happen?

Just as the two were wondering what was going on, a grenade was thrown in from outside the door.

This was a fast-exploding grenade; it exploded while the grenade was still in the air.

Gin and Vermouth didn't have time to lie down and could only close their eyes to withstand the explosion.

However, the expected pain did not come, and the two remained standing unharmed.

As the thick black smoke dissipated, Vermouth and Gin exchanged a glance, but neither could utter a single word.

"Hmph, I don't believe your shields can withstand a grenade."

If there is one, there will be two, and naturally there will be three.

The man's voice rang out again, and his figure appeared in the hole.

Then Gin and Vermouth raised their guns again, as if they were playing a tower defense game.

Chu tu tu tu——

The man died.

He got up again a little later.

"Wait, wait, can we talk...?"

Chu tu tu tu——

The man died.

After countless rounds of shooting, the man finally disappeared.

However, his departure only left Gin and Vermouth with even greater doubts.

I feel like I'm dreaming.

After a while, Vodka finally came to his senses and got up from the ground.

"What happened? Was there an explosion just now?"

"...Go out and get a bag to put the money back in."

"oh oh."

When Vodka returned with two large bags full of money, they decided not to go out through the front door anymore and instead planted the bomb on a wall.

An explosion rang out, shattering the wall into pieces, and the three hurriedly left the scene.

……

The group of people, who were intact—no, damaged—returned to the place where they had escaped, panting heavily.

Despite the injuries sustained, the operation was clearly a success.

However, Gin and Vermouth felt no sense of accomplishment whatsoever.

As for Vodka, he lay down the whole way and then fainted, but he was actually quite happy about it, even though he knew nothing about it.

"Do you need to return to base for treatment?"

Megan's voice suddenly rang out, and Vermouth's body trembled, but she quickly calmed down.

I almost forgot that the demonic robot is still in her car...

Ok?

Vermouth looked at Megan standing in front of her, then glanced back at the back door of her car.

No, she only just realized that the rear door had flown to another spot, and there was a small footprint on the metal exterior.

As expected of a robot, it's incredibly efficient just by going out.

Vermouth had a sudden thought and told Megan what had just happened.

"I want to know what exactly happened, why weren't we injured... no, dead?"

Upon hearing Vermouth's words, Megan didn't even need to think; she tilted her head and looked at Vermouth.

"Why do you think I need to be taken on missions?"

As Megan spoke, she conjured a disc-shaped device with her bare hands and threw it on the ground.

The three of them were quite familiar with this thing; it was a teleporter. They had all seen Qi Ming take it out at the Mihua Municipal Building.

"..."

Vermouth understood.

After all, with such intelligent robots, it's understandable that they would have other functions, such as invisibility or protective shields.

But if they have such abilities, why do we still let them get hurt?

And if you're going to use this transfer disk sometimes, why do you make us get stuck in traffic for so long...?

No, she doesn't seem to have been stuck in traffic for that long.

Why not just have them teleport over here?!

Just as Vermouth had this thought in mind, Megan said something.

"You were just wondering why I let you get hurt, and why I didn't just bring you to Osaka, right?"

"..."

Vermouth paused for a moment, then glared at Megan helplessly.

This damn facial expression capture...

Megan replied with a light laugh.

"After all, it's you who are doing the mission. Ensuring that you don't die during the mission is the order that the Invincible Tyrannosaurus Warrior gave me."

"And the reason I activated the teleportation is because your injuries are insufficient to continue the mission."

The first part of that statement is a lie.

It was certain that he wouldn't let his underlings die, but Qi Ming hoped they would suffer more injuries while carrying out missions.

After all, only when people know they are weak will they have the motivation to become stronger, and that's when they'll rob more money from the bank and buy better goods!

After all, we can't expect the boss to personally handle everything, can we?

"What about that man? What exactly is going on with him?"

Megan tilted her head again.

"You've all seen it before, haven't you? The Invincible Tyrannosaurus Warrior can't die, and he even talked to you about it for so long before. I've also given you the manual."