In the cold and empty underground garage, a man who looked like a waiter was pushing a utility cart commonly used in hotels, slowly walking through various luxury cars.

The "gurgle" sound of the wheels biting the concrete floor rang out in the silent space, but the next moment, it was drowned out by a familiar male voice.

"stop."

Toru Amuro paused in his steps and looked at the person behind him.

Matsuda Jinpei, who didn't know why he appeared here, was standing behind him, staring closely at the cart in his hand.

The hotel's special utility cart has a large space underneath, and once it's covered with a white cloth, it's impossible to tell what's inside.

Matsuda Jinpei was originally sent back to the car by Officer Megure to get something, but he didn't expect to meet an "acquaintance" here.

He had the impression that this waiter was one of the people they had interrogated when the incident on the top floor happened.

Logically speaking, now that Representative Kuroo's case has been closed and irrelevant people can move around freely, he has no reason to stop him anymore.

But Matsuda Jinpei looked at the cart in his hand, and his beast-like intuition burst out at that moment, and he was almost certain that there was something in it.

Toru Amuro's hand holding the handle of the cart tightened slightly. He did not expect to see Matsuda Jinpei here.

But Toru Amuro's tone was still calm, and there was no hint of any guilt.

There was just the right amount of surprise on his face, and he greeted him politely: "Is this the police officer just now? Hello."

Matsuda Jinpei walked towards him and stopped three steps away from him, "Why are you here?"

This question actually made no sense, so Toru Amuro smiled slightly and said, "A guest wants me to put some things back into the car for him."

Matsuda Jinping pressed forward step by step: "What is it?"

If the previous question was just "unreasonable", then this question can be described as "offensive".

There was a proper apology on Toru Amuro's face: "Sorry, it involves guest privacy and we have no right to disclose it."

Matsuda Jinpei also knew that his aggressive behavior was very offensive, but his strong intuition drove his behavior. He even wanted to rush forward and lift the white cloth to see what was inside.

Seeing that he had no intention of giving up, Toru Amuro even paused and continued walking towards him and the cart.

——Matsuda Jinpei won’t want to force an inspection, right?

At that moment, thousands of countermeasures flashed through his mind, but he rejected them all.

Matsuda Jinpei's taijutsu was almost the same as mine. Although he calculated mentally and unintentionally, and combined with the various props on his body, he could be knocked down.

- But they don't want the police involved.

If Matsuda Jinpei is brought down, it will definitely attract the attention of the Search Division.

Assaulting a police officer is a serious or minor crime, but at such a sensitive moment as a congressman was killed and a hotel caught fire for no apparent reason, if "assaulting a police officer" occurs again, there will definitely be big trouble.

There is no police part of their follow-up plan.

Matsuda Jinpei had already walked in front of him and was about to touch the cart.

Amuro Toru thought about it, weighed it up, and decided to take action.

Jingle bell——

The sudden ringing interrupted the tense atmosphere.

Toru Amuro saw Matsuda Jinpei freeze, retracted his hand, and answered the phone.

"Hello, Officer Megure?... Yes, I have already obtained it... What?!... Okay, I'll be right back."

It seemed that the boss on the other side of the phone had ordered some urgent task. After Matsuda Jinpei hung up the phone, he glanced at the cart with a bit of reluctance and stopped.

"Sorry, there have been several evil incidents in the past. We must pay attention to it."

Amuro breathed a sigh of relief and responded very considerately: "That's right."

Watching Matsuda Jinpei disappear in the underground garage, Toru Amuro slowly pushed the stroller in front of his car, opened the door, gently picked up Furukawa Kumisa who was unconscious in the stroller, and put him into the passenger seat.

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The sound of the engine starting sounded, and the black sports car drove away from the garage building and disappeared into the night.

Furukawa Kumisa woke up two minutes after getting in the car.

As soon as she woke up, she heard the system complaining to her: "Hey - host, who is this person's background? How can he get such a high-intensity drug..."

Furukawa Kumisa kept his breathing calm and did not let the people in the driver's seat notice anything strange.

"I suspect, as I thought before, that the police and FBI have collided."

"... bumped into??"

"Everyone chose today as an opportunity to deal with Gin," she explained.

If it was just suspicion before, it was almost confirmed from the moment Edogawa Conan attacked her.

Edogawa Conan must be siding with the FBI, and considering Shuichi Akai's strange "imprisonment" before, she is almost certain that the FBI was involved in this matter.

Furukawa Kumisa sighed: "I'm really afraid that something will happen. The flood will wash away the Dragon King Temple..."

She slowed down and laughed again, "...it's a good thing they were able to get this kind of drug."

As early as when she escaped from Kudo's house, she asked the system to strengthen her physical qualities for 12 hours. Her current physical strength is not to say Super Saiyan, but it is at least 99 in this world.

Human beings.

——This is also the reason why she dared to drink at the banquet before. Anyway, she won't get drunk now.

But even so, Edogawa Conan's enhanced anesthesia needle still made her really faint for a while, although she was woken up by the system ten minutes later.

"That dose of anesthetic is already terrifying. It can stun two elephants. It should be the maximum dose of anesthetic they can extract without causing any damage."

When she heard the system say "no damage", she was even more certain that only Akai Shuichi and Edogawa Conan could do this.

If it were really another force that wouldn't choose such a troublesome anesthetic, wouldn't it be more convenient to just kill her?

...Of course, the possibility of being kept alive and taken back for interrogation cannot be ruled out.

She thought for a moment, and then asked the system about the current situation: "Who is driving the car?"

"There was a waiter at the banquet who looked unfamiliar and I didn't recognize him."

Then it's probably someone with a human | skin | mask | mask, probably an FBI agent.

"What road are we on now? Are there many vehicles nearby? Are there any pedestrians?"

"The construction location of the Suzuki Building is already remote, and it is already midnight. There are no vehicles or pedestrians on the road you are driving on now, and it is still some distance away from the next traffic light intersection."

Furukawa Kumisa received a reply from the system and felt relieved.

Toru Amuro was concentrating on driving at the moment. He wanted to send Furukawa Kumisa back to a nearby safe house, and then rush to join the large army behind.

The schedule for this series of plans was very tight. According to their calculations, after Gin and the others went down to the ground floor, if they saw Furukawa Kumisa not coming, they would have to wait up to 10 minutes before giving up on her and retreating first.

Even if there were some people from the FBI and the police who stopped him on the road, those people wouldn't be able to stop Gin for long.

In total, he only had about half an hour, but fortunately the nearby safe house was not far away.

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw the tired figure in the passenger seat suddenly rise up from the corner of his eye. He saw a flash of silver light, and a sharp blade with a cold light struck towards his front door.

Toru Amuro was really shocked now. He turned his head to avoid it in some embarrassment. When he twisted his hand on the steering wheel, the whole car started to snake.

——Damn it! What kind of fake and shoddy products did Shirley give you? Didn’t he promise to put down two elephants?

Furukawa's physical fitness can already bring down 10 elephants. Kumisa almost effortlessly restrained the person in the driver's seat. She held the palm | heart | thunder in her hand and pointed the gun at Toru Amuro.

"parking."

Toru Amuro didn't know how Furukawa Kumisa became so skilled overnight - or was she just pretending before?

But there was no point thinking about it now. He slowed down the car and leaned towards the side of the road.

Toru Amuro had previously driven the car very fast, almost speeding on the road. While he was slowly slowing down, Furukawa Kumisa pinched the penis in his hand and watched his every move with bated breath, for fear that he would make some small move again.

Even so, Toru Amuro was still not prevented from causing trouble.

Just when the car was about to stop on the side of the road, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped off with a swoosh.

The strong push on her back made Furukawa Kumisa lose her balance. Just as she stabilized her body, there was another "swish", and Toru Amuro pulled the handbrake, and she fell forward again with a "bang"

Go and hit the windshield directly in front.

In order to facilitate her movements, she had unbuckled her seat belt earlier. If she hadn't strengthened her physical fitness, she would have fallen dizzy this time.

The anger in her heart was aroused, "You are looking for death!"

Bang--

The sharp gunfire sounded particularly harsh on the quiet and empty road.

The driver's seat glass shattered with a crash, and the night wind suddenly poured into the car.

Furukawa Kumisa's shot missed his target due to his previous staggering, and almost grazed the bridge of Toru Amuro's nose as it passed in front of his eyes.

He was not frightened, and even took this opportunity to unbuckle his seat belt, turned around and started to fight back.

In the previous two collisions, Toru Amuro was not affected due to his mental preparation in advance and the protection of his seat belt, and he almost counterattacked Kumisa Furukawa.

Furukawa Kumisa managed to escape from his grasp with brute force, then stretched out his hand and pressed his head against the steering wheel with a bang, and the gun pointed at his temple again.
To be continued...