Detective Conan: Beika Town's Complete Transformation into Los Santos

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The two quickly got into the car.

Conan, who was in charge of driving, stared at the empty space ahead and said, "Even if Building B collapses completely, it will lean against Building A. The angle of the tilt and the back of the building can act as a slide."

"Just think of it as us going on a thrilling skiing trip."

He started the car, shifted gears, and the engine roared.

"If you rush straight in, you'll likely crash into the roof. You'll need to wait for the building to tilt at a certain angle."

"The optimal angle has a small drop, which can also minimize the risk of the car being directly destroyed."

"I just checked, Building B has been slightly righted after the bombing, considering the speed at which Building A is tilting backward..."

"40 seconds!"

Chapter 85: Conan performs aerial acrobatics, Lin Che gives Gin a middle parting.

Conan's expression turned serious. "In 40 seconds, we'll rush out of here!"

Tokiwa Mio shook her head vigorously. "But how are we going to time it perfectly?"

Conan took off his watch and tossed it over, saying, "Use this."

"No, it's too dark for me to see clearly."

"what?!"

Conan turned his head and glanced at it, only to realize that his watch was out of power. He hadn't turned off the light when he was trying to persuade Tokiwa Mio!

If it's dark and you can't see the time, then it's all over!

But the protagonist's halo never compromises.

Suddenly, Ayumi's voice came from the detective's armband.

"Conan—! Can you hear me?!"

Conan's eyes widened instantly. "Yes! Ayumi, listen to me first. Count down 30 seconds for me. It's that game we played on the way here, quick!"

Despite having many questions, Ayumi nodded in agreement and made a request, "Then... Conan, could you compliment me in one way... like expressing your liking..."

"Why???" Conan was confused.

"Don't worry about it!"

Time was of the essence, and Conan had no choice but to compromise. Remembering that he was talking to Ran Mouri, he said softly:

"Ayumi, you are so cute."

In short, Ayumi's heart immediately raced, and she imagined herself holding hands with Conan.

Now she can count the seconds by her heartbeat.

30 seconds.

It's short in some ways, and long in others.

Tokiwa Mio was completely dazed.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she was finally awakened by the shaking of the car and finally asked the question that had been lingering in her mind:

"Who... exactly are you?"

In the detective's armband, Ayumi also reads the seconds to "3".

Taking into account the error and signal delay, Conan did not wait for Ayumi to count to "1" before taking action, but instead made a comprehensive judgment based on his intuition.

Conan slammed on the gas pedal, a confident smile on his face.

"My name is Edogawa Conan, and I am a detective!"

The sports car launched from a standstill.

The building's narrow, picture-frame-like structure quickly expanded.

Tokiwa Mio suddenly felt as if she were riding a dreamlike carriage into the world of the painting.

Human instinct compels her eyes to rapidly gather all information, including the distant, quietly standing Mount Fuji.

She seemed to suddenly understand something.

Conan's eyes were also working at high speed.

The red sports car traced an arc in the air.

below.

Mitsuhiko raised his hand in surprise, "Look there! There's a car flying!"

Professor Agasa, who was standing nearby, also quickly looked up.

Ran Mouri and others were with him, and Inspector Megure was also unharmed.

Everyone escaped from the building.

Even Kogoro Mouri, who was clamoring to break through the police and firefighters' blockade and return to the building to rescue Conan, couldn't help but look up at the sky.

The red sports car landed smoothly on the back of Building B, thanks to its location behind the explosion site. Most of the glass on this side was still intact.

Conan's superhuman strength is unparalleled. He drives like he's performing high-difficulty acrobatics, dodging left and right while also using the open windows to briefly leap into the air and jump over the gaps in the broken building.

These actions left Lin Che completely dumbfounded.

It has to be Conan.

I was right after all.

No matter how it's bombed,

Conan is absolutely not going to die!

Now that we've seen the art, it's time to get down to business.

As Lin Che positioned his sniper rifle, Lisa Er officially began her operation.

However, the latter did not reach the bottom of the building smoothly, as he was blocked halfway by Chianti and his men.

“About 800 yards away.” Lin Che’s aim was already locked on Gin. “He’s also under Conan’s max-level debuff.”

In the status bar, Gin's luck is -80 and his action success rate is -80%.

Even after Hara Yoshiaki died, Gin was still able to blow up whatever he wanted, despite Conan's maxed-out debuffs.

He should also have items or titles that can provide similar positive blessings.

The other side was also looking at the "scenery" at the moment, and even seemed to have given up on sniping, making it the perfect time for a sneak attack.

Trigger pulled.

The bullet, carrying immense momentum, shot out of the barrel, piercing the air and hurtling towards Gin at an unimaginable speed.

It didn't take long.

Lin Che saw the black hat fly up.

But that seems to be all, because Gin makes a clear motion of falling to the ground.

"Like vodka, does it possess some kind of ability to foresee danger?"

The first time Lin Che fought Vodka, he hid behind the car and used his X-ray vision to aim at Vodka. But as soon as the bullet was fired, Vodka crouched down to dodge.

In the end, he managed to fire five shots with the muzzle pressed against his stomach, but Vodka had a high health bar and high equipment defense, so his trash gun failed to cause any damage.

The second time Lin Che fought Vodka, he remained completely hidden in the shadows and fired the shot while Vodka was rolling on the ground.

As a result, Vodka abruptly stopped his roll midway, causing the bullet that was supposed to go in through his head to land on his shoulder instead.

The sniper rifle used this time had extremely powerful bullets; no matter how thick Vodka's health bar was or how high his defense was, he still lost an arm.

Based on the two encounters, Vodka definitely possesses the ability to sense deadly danger in advance.

Judging from Gin's behavior just now, he probably does too.

Buildings in the distance.

Gin's scalp was burning with pain; it wasn't just his hat that had flown off, but also his hair.

He knew from his intuition that Shuichi Akai had shaved his head horizontally into a middle part.

Enraged, he immediately abandoned his M4A1 and found a new position to re-set up his sniper rifle, quickly locking onto the opponent's firing position.

He had already been on guard against the building after hearing his subordinates' report, but the situation was changing too quickly.

The completely unexpected explosion, coupled with the sight of people performing acrobatics in the sky, made him wonder if Shirley was actually inside the building.

After all, no matter how you look at it, Shirley would never blow up the building herself.

In that brief moment of distraction, he was ambushed.

Gin had only glanced in that direction, but he wished he could fly over there immediately.

"Akai Shuichi...!"

"It's really you!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another bullet was fired.

He hid his entire body behind the fence, only showing half of his head.

The bullet struck the fence.

The momentum carried the bullet through the concrete and into Gin's chest.

Despite being shot, Gin endured the pain and fired a shot at the opposite side.

However, his accuracy was much worse; he didn't even touch Lin Che's edge and only hit the nearby wall.

No, we have to retreat!

In his current state, he was completely unable to fight back with a gun, and Cohen and Chianti were entangled by that strange woman.

Since Sherry didn't come at all, the core mission has been completed, and we can retreat.

Gin stood up and tried to run away.

But a sense of impending crisis always loomed over him.

Seeing that Gin's aim was so bad, Lin Che simply left his cover and stood up to shoot.

The AWP has a magazine of 10 bullets, but unfortunately Gin only fired five before hiding inside the building.

This time, almost every shot hit its mark, even stunning Gin.

But this guy's health bar is much thicker than Vodka's, and even hitting his legs can't trigger the limb-severing effect.

Let's look back at Lissal's side.

The ground was littered with corpses, a total of twenty or thirty people.

Lisael pressed down hard on Chianti's neck with one foot, lowered her eyes and sneered: "I never expected that we would have such a history."

"It's truly an inexplicable twist of fate that we happened to meet on the road."

As she spoke, she looked at Cohen, who was behind the building, locking his sniper rifle at her.

Through their conversation, she already knew their names.

It's quite strange, they're all names of alcoholic beverages.

She had never heard of such an organization or group before.

"Hey you over there, what are you going to do if I'm going to kill her?"

Cohen's voice was cold. "Then you'll die here too."

“Is that so…” Lisael gripped the submachine gun and wiggled her wrist a couple of times. “Then you give it a try.”

Da da da da da—!

The submachine gun flashed instantly, and Lissell dodged Cohen's sniper bullets by leaping to the side.

“Chianti!”

Cohen's eyes were bloodshot but there was nothing he could do. He was only bloodshot, but Chianti was truly broken.

Even the usually composed man couldn't help but expose himself from behind cover and repeatedly fired at Lissal, who was constantly dodging.