The Split-Actress in Conan's World

"A fire burned everything to ashes."

Judy stood under the bright moonlight, confronting Tomoaki Aida.

"Together with my father, an FBI investigator, and the clues he collected about you..."

"If I hadn't been out that day, I probably wouldn't have survived, right?"

"I see." Tomoaki Shinide gently lifted the human skin mask under his neck and tore it off neatly, revealing his long, wavy light golden hair.

She stretched out her hand and smoothed her hair a little, looking a little absent-minded: "Are you the little girl from twenty years ago? I have been looking for you for a while."

"After all, only the bodies of the couple were found in the ruins, but not the 8-year-old daughter mentioned in the file."

"Because I joined the FBI's witness protection program and became an agent with the help of my father's friends, just for the day when I can avenge you." Judy took out a short pistol without a silencer and pointed it at Vermouth.

"Ah... that stupid plan to let the survivors change their names and leave information within the FBI actually existed twenty years ago? I'm really surprised."

Vermouth smiled contemptuously, walked to the car door, took out a lipstick with a black shell from her pocket, leaned over to apply it in front of the rearview mirror, and pursed her lips.

"Although I had almost thrown you into the corner of my memory more than ten years ago and planned to ignore you, I didn't expect that you would follow your father's footsteps and find me?"

“Sorry, although it’s more convenient for us…” Vermouth suddenly changed her tone, as if making a joke with a bad attitude, “This is Japan after all, so we should follow the local customs and communicate in Japanese.”

"Agent Judy Santimilian?"

She pretended to be confused and put her long and slender finger to her lips. "Is it correct? If the guy who gave me the information didn't spell the letters wrong?"

Bang! !

The sound of the revolver trigger being pulled was heavy, and a thick smell of gunpowder filled the air. Even though the sea breeze at the dock was strong, the smell was still very noticeable.

"Don't move!!"

Vermouth pretended to put away her lipstick and tried to reach for the holster hidden at her side, but before she could touch it, the gun she was carrying was shot out by a bullet.

“Don’t get excited.” Vermouth was not flustered, and even smiled and teased, “Look, you speak Japanese quite well, why do you have to pretend to be so bad at it? It makes people tired.”

"By the way," she slowly raised her hands to indicate that she was not acting suspiciously, and tilted her head, somewhat curiously, "Did you get the consent of the Japanese authorities to bring such a dangerous thing into the country?"

Judy continued pointing at her, her eyes moving towards the pistol that was shot out, with a mocking look.

It seems to be saying that isn't it the same for her?

Understanding her look, Vermouth didn't get angry and smiled: "I am a member of a lawless criminal organization, but aren't you the 'just' FBI?"

"I will naturally voluntarily accept the punishment when I return...but compared to that, I would like to ask you a question," Judy narrowed her eyes and tightened her grip on the gun.

"Oh? What's the problem?" Vermouth kept smiling.

"you......"

Judy opened her red lips slightly, with a solemn look in her eyes.

“Why don’t you get older?”

In the back seat of the car, Conan, who was eavesdropping with his ears perked up, suddenly became extremely alert.

"Because of your impressive catchphrase, I have carefully collected and compared the fingerprints of Sharon Wynyard and her daughter Chrissie Wynyard..."

"The results were compared and showed they were exactly the same!"

She looked at the smile on Belmode's face not far away, who was pointed at by her gun, and continued, "Although I have long locked your identity as a criminal, this question has troubled me for a long time and I can't get an answer."

"However, recently, I finally noticed that the only witness in the world who could answer this question..."

Her eyes passed over Vermouth, through the window of the car, and fell on "Haihara Ai".

"I have already had my teammates set up an ambush here, waiting for you to fall into the trap."

The corners of her mouth rose, and she switched back to loud English: "Okay, everyone can come out and arrest this woman!"

"Once the Japanese police confirm your identity, we will take you back to the headquarters. If you don't want to suffer, I advise you to confess... It doesn't matter if you keep your mouth shut, anyway, with this girl..."

whoosh-

Judy was still immersed in the joy of revenge, but she didn't expect a bullet to come like a streak of light and knock the revolver out of her hand.

The huge force dislocated the wrist where she was holding the gun!

Judy's face darkened when she saw that not only did the FBI not show up, but a silenced rifle appeared at this critical moment.

"Heh..." Vermouth put down her surrendered hand, chuckled with a hint of sarcasm, and glanced in the direction of the container in the distance.

"Thanks, Calvados."

On the container, a shadow lay quietly in the blind spot of the moonlight, vaguely feeling the threat coming from there.

Now it was Vermouth's turn to stroll around. She felt much happier when she saw Judy holding her arm in pain and hiding behind the car to avoid the gunfire.

"It looks like the situation has turned around now."

"Your surveillance network has too many loopholes. After noticing your unusual movements, I immediately disguised myself as you and came here to say, 'The operation has been postponed until tomorrow.'"

She sneered, "What the old guy said is indeed right, fool, betrayal, and ignore."

"FBI?"

"That's all."

She reached for the holster that had been knocked away earlier, intending to pick up the gun.

But the next moment——

whoosh-

Another 7.62mm bullet flew over and shattered the pistol. The fragments flew irregularly and almost scratched her beautiful face.

She froze in place, her hands frozen.

The flash of light brought by the bullet was so fast that she almost lost her mind, and the faint burning smell caused by the high temperature friction in the air was palpitating.

......

Using world-class physical fitness and assassination skills, the enlarged Chiyoko quietly climbed over several containers and secretly reached the high ground that was most suitable for sniping the dock.

Sure enough, a dark shadow was lying there. His breath was very weak, and his hiding skills seemed to be quite good.

In front of him was the classic JS sniper rifle.

It doesn't look like a small fish.

After all, although the organization is wealthy, it will not give this kind of professional equipment to its minions. Only formal members who have talent in firearms can apply for it.

Chiyoko lowered his voice and the moonlight fell on him.

At this moment, the hunter stands in the light, while the prey hides in the darkness.

A bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.

Then he thought of something, and the light dimmed.