The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

The police car that Detective White Horse was riding rolled over a very long distance, and its two front tires that were shot by bullets were completely deflated.

呲——

After regaining consciousness, Baima Tan felt the pain and forced his eyes open.

Blood seeped out from his forehead, dyeing Hakuba Tan's vision red.

In this red field of vision, Baima Tan vaguely saw three black Hummers speeding towards him.

Detective White Horse wanted to move, but he didn't have any strength in his hands. He couldn't even lift his head from the chair with a splitting headache. He could only tilt his head helplessly like the scientific giant Hawking in the wheelchair.

Three speeding Hummers quickly surrounded Detective White Horse's police car in a triangle shape. When the doors of the three vehicles opened, a dozen people wearing beige windbreakers and brown top hats stepped out.

These people were well-trained. As soon as they got out of the car, they quickly used the Humvee as a cover, took out their pistols and fired at other police cars coming for support.

Bang bang bang——

For a moment, the whole street was filled with terrible gunshots.

"What!"

Officer Zhongmori, who was driving to rescue the driver, saw a group of gun-wielding thugs of unknown origin suddenly rush out from the middle of the road. He quickly grabbed the steering wheel of the man next to him and twisted it hard. A 90° drift made the entire police car stop on the road. middle.

"They have guns! Everyone, please stop charging!"

Officer Nakamori, who was lying under the car glass, took the intercom in the car and shouted: "Moneka-cho 4-chome is calling for reinforcements!"

"There is a group of gunmen! Send the mobile team here immediately!"

Outside the car door there was the sound of metal collision as bullets hit the car door. In the hands of this group of people, bullets were fired at the police car like it was free.

Under such suppressed firepower, all police cars were forced to stop on the road and were unable to rush forward.

The group of police officers led by Officer Zhongmori couldn't even fire back, because the intelligent criminal investigation department of the Second Investigation Section usually did not carry guns when they went on missions.

Especially when capturing Kidd, Nakamori's order is always to capture Kidd alive, and the places where Kidd hangs out are usually museums, art galleries and the like. It is really against common sense to shoot in such places.

So officers like Officer Nakamori could only hide behind the police car and pray that these people's bullets could be used up as soon as possible.

Under the strong fire suppression, Officer Zhongmori's support could not reach him. Detective Baima could only close his eyes again, pretending to be unconscious, and only quietly squinted his eyes to observe the outside world.

In Detective White Horse's extremely limited field of vision, a woman with long chestnut hair and brown pupils got out of the car, and another man with an "L" shaped beard opened the door of the police car that had fallen out of shape.

Two people pulled the Spider out from the back and quickly stuffed it into one of the black Hummers.

The woman got into the car first, then turned to the man with an "L" shaped beard and warned him, "Snake, don't pester him too much. Police support will be here soon."

"I know, you go first."

After Snake finished speaking, he raised the large revolver in his hand and fired two shots in the direction of the police.

The black Hummer the woman was riding in made a U-turn and sped away in the direction from which she came.

Snake pulled the trigger several times in succession to discharge all the bullets in the revolver, and then blew his beard with a look of displeasure.

"cut"

"retreat!"

With an order, everyone quickly returned to the remaining two Hummers. The car engine started and the Hummers quickly drove towards the distant street.

Officer Zhongsen heard the gunshots suddenly stop and immediately looked out, just in time to see the remaining dozen gangsters speeding away in the remaining two Hummers.

"They're going to run!"

"Hurry up!"

Officer Zhongmori had just sat back in the driver's seat and was about to restart the police car when he heard the sound of a flat tire.

puff--

Immediately afterwards, the window glass of the police car was hit by another shot.

The glass of ordinary police cars is not bulletproof, and the car glass shattered. Only then did Officer Zhongmori realize that the danger here had not been eliminated.

"They have snipers!"

"careful!"

At the same time, a black Hummer speeded past on the deserted street, and Spider in the car woke up from a coma.

Opening his eyes and looking at Natsumi, the Scout holding his head, Spider was not surprised.

"You moved faster than expected."

"As soon as we got the news, we acted quickly."

Hauptmann Natsumi carefully wiped away the blood from the corners of Spider's eyes with a tampon, "Your identity has been exposed. Snipe will arrange for you to leave on tonight's cruise ship."

"If the European side works well, you might be able to maintain your identity as an illusionist. The Japanese police probably haven't caught any conclusive evidence that can be used to prove it to the ICPO."

"But you should be mentally prepared first." Natsumi suddenly changed the subject.

"In order to rescue you from the police without leaving any trace, the Baron had to ask 'that gentleman' for help."

"After all, this is Japan, and it is their sphere of influence."

On the top floor of the black building, a left eye tattooed with a swallowtail butterfly was scanning the police on the street through the scope.

The crosshair glanced back and forth over the policeman's head, and a playful yet dangerous smile appeared on the woman's lips.

"Which one should I choose?"

Just as the woman's finger was about to move on the trigger, a cold voice suddenly sounded from the wireless communicator hanging on the woman's ear.

"Calvados, Chianti, retreat."

"receive."

The command was unmistakable, and Calvados's answer was straightforward.

Although Chianti was still a little unhappy, he could only reluctantly disassemble his PSG-1 sniper rifle and put it into a black weapon box.

When Chianti came downstairs, a rare Porsche 356A was driving from the roadside.

The black Porsche was parked on the side of the road. As soon as Chianti got into the car, the driver in the car kicked the accelerator and started the car.

鞥——

The noisy sirens passed through the car window, and the four people in black in the car looked calm.

When the car drove a little further, Chianti couldn't help but ask about the meaning of this mission.

"Gin, what's going on with this mission? Who are that group of people?"

Although Chianti knew that his level was not high enough to know everyone in the organization, but judging from the clothes of the group just now, Chianti could tell that those people were definitely not from the organization.

Gin was silent for a second and said solemnly: "This is the order given by 'that gentleman'."

This short sentence revealed such absolute authority that Chianti did not dare to inquire any more.

"Vodka, send the Calvados and Chianti back first, and then go to the airport."

"I know, brother."

With the exact destination in mind, professional driver Vodka stepped on the accelerator, and the car's speed suddenly increased.

At this moment, Calvados, who was sitting in the back seat, suddenly said something.

"Gin, can you let me go to the airport too?"

Chianti looked at Calvados, who was wearing sunglasses, and gritted his teeth angrily.

Because the only one who could make the taciturn Calvados take the initiative to speak was that woman.