At 11 o'clock in the evening, two men in black whose faces could not be seen clearly emerged from the pool.

They went ashore and saw the brown-green door was completely open. They looked at each other...

“It’s actually open.”

"This guy is indeed connected to the Black Organization!"

The two men each took out a sealed plastic bag from their pockets and took out their guns. After they were fully prepared, they nodded and carefully entered the fortress.

It is not difficult to see from their steady steps and resolute expressions...

Both are well-trained.

After entering the fortress, they turned off the power switch, knowing Sakaki Makoto's power.

"It's pitch black. I wonder how you can dodge bullets!"

One of them said swearingly.

"Shh!"

Another person waved his hand:

"This kid was too arrogant and left his gun up there. He is courting death!"

"As long as we are careful, catching him will be easy!"

"Be careful not to make any noise!"

Inside the fortress, Sakaki Makoto put away the journal.

Because it is underground, once the lights are turned off, it will be completely dark all around, without a single ray of light.

The enemy's number of people and weapons are unknown, this situation...

It is extremely disadvantageous to him.

The fortress had a simple terrain, like an alley running straight forward, with several openings extending on both sides for placing beds, equipment and the like.

The switch was at the fortress gate and the lights were dim, indicating that the other party had just come in not long ago.

At the same time, since the other party dared to turn off the lights, it meant that they were confident enough.

The person who comes has bad intentions...

What Makoto Sakaki was most worried about was not his own safety, but Miss Miyano and her group who stayed there.

Hopefully they didn't get caught.

Damn!

Speaking of this, Sakaki Makoto was furious.

Are Kid, Conan, and Hattori Heiji such losers?

Can't even see the door...

As he thought about it, Makoto Sakaki groped his way to the armory based on his memory.

He opened the box, rummaged around for a long time, and finally found a PPSh submachine gun.

The PPsh41 submachine gun, referred to as PPSh, is a classic submachine gun produced by the Soviet Union during the war. It has a caliber of 7.62MM, can use a 35-round magazine or a 71-round single drum, and can fire 15 rounds per second...

Nickname: Countdown to the Commissar.

The origin of this nickname...

Perhaps it was because of the institutional problems of the Soviet army. In order to boost morale, when launching a charge, the political commissar would be the first to jump out of the trench, carrying a red flag on his shoulder, shouting "Ura", and then waving a small pistol and moving forward.

In most cases...

Because the Political Commissar rushed in too fast, the soldiers hadn't even finished firing 35 rounds of bullets before they were defeated, so Boposa was also known as the Countdown to the Political Commissar.

"Good stuff..."

Makoto Sakaki sighed, pressed the drum magazine placed beside him into the gun, and strode out of the armory with the POPSA in his hand.

.......................

"What should we do?"

Hattori Heiji, with his hands tied, glanced at the black-clad men who surrounded them and looked like good guys, and quietly asked Conan beside him: "You have a lot of tricks, do you have any ideas?"

Conan swallowed his saliva:

"I'm counting on you to make the decision. They have guns!"

"What about the inventions that Dr. Agasa gave you?"

Seeing that he was also a little cow on the grill, with no solution at all, Hattori Heiji became a little anxious:

"Anesthetic needles, footballs, and the like!"

"Those are all individual combat weapons. Even if I kill one with a football, there are still four left, right?!"

Rolling his eyes at him, Conan said:

"It's all Kidd's fault!"

"Seeing that the situation was not good, he took Miss Huihara and ran away!"

"If you leave us behind, we will die!"

"Alas, the fortune in the temple was right. I shouldn't have come to the Twilight Villa!"

"You can't say that!"

Hattori Heiji retorted unhappily:

"I remember you said before that catching a criminal is as easy as drinking water. You don't care about any bad omens at all!"

"Do you remember this?"

Conan: "............No, I didn't say that. How could I, such a stable person, say such irresponsible words?"

"Quiet!!!"

A man in black heard the rustling noise behind him, turned around, shouted, then looked at his watch and walked behind the man in front of him:

"Captain, it's been 20 minutes and Shirakawa and Takenaka haven't come back yet. Is there any accident?"

"I asked them to go down and invite Sakaki Makoto up, but I didn't ask them to do anything. What is there to be afraid of?"

The man called the captain smoked a cigarette and said calmly:

"As long as they don't take matters into their own hands, there won't be any problem."

"Qiantian, am I right?"

Standing behind the captain, Gunda Ikumi frowned:

"I don't think Sakaki Makoto will just sit there and do nothing..."

"He gives me a...weird feeling."

"oh?"

The captain asked with great interest:

"What do you mean by a strange feeling?"

"that is..."

After thinking for a while, Gunda Ikumi said:

"Sakaki Makoto seems to have been suppressing his emotions. I can't explain it in detail, but it's very strange, as if... as if..."

"A locked box."

"Captain, let's retreat. It's not too late to make long-term plans."

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