Chapter 682 This issue is very serious

Behrfinger maintained his smile: "..."

There's really no need for that.

After the girls left, Behringer slumped in his chair, looking utterly dejected.

"This job is really tiring..."

Morita Yumeko tidied up the desk, looked at Behringer with a pang of pity, and said, "Well, Behringer, I'll take care of things from now on. You should go and get some rest."

“That won’t do,” Behringer waved his hand, rejecting her suggestion.

On Kogoro Mouri's side, they had finished their curry and sat for almost an entire afternoon, even preparing to refill their coffee, but the client still hadn't appeared.

"Why hasn't the client arrived yet?" Conan took a sip of orange juice and turned to look at Ran Mouri.

Upon hearing this, Behffiner turned his head and guessed listlessly, "Could it be that the client didn't ask you to meet here, and then someone impersonated the client and sent Uncle Mori a text message or something?"

Upon hearing this, Kogoro Mouri, who was sending a text message, glanced at the number that sent the message and said, "So, the client's text message that came last night is from a different number than the one that just came from."

"If that's the case, then the client wouldn't be waiting at the firm, would they?" Ran Mouri guessed.

Amuro Tooru finished his coffee. "Then we'd better go back and take a look."

Watching them pay and leave the coffee shop, Behringer sighed, took out his phone to check it, then suddenly stood up, said something to Morita Yumeko, and hurriedly left.

"Mengzi, I have some urgent business to attend to and must leave now. I'll leave the rest to you!"

"Ah, okay."

Morita Yumeko responded blankly, and seeing that there was no one outside the door, she couldn't help but sigh, "Behrfinger is really busy."

Behffiner ran to a secluded spot, quickly changed into another cloak, put on the hood, and went to an empty room in a building that was about to be demolished.

He glanced around the living room, which offered no hiding place, then turned to look at the door to the next room. After a moment's thought, he stepped forward, grasped the doorknob, turned it thirty degrees, then suddenly stopped, slowly released the doorknob, and took a few steps back.

Just as he retreated to the doorway, he heard what sounded like a lock being put on, followed by hurried footsteps fading into the distance.

Behrfinger: "..."

He silently applied several layers of magic to himself and casually opened the panel to reduce his pain level to 0.

The working class's soul is bound to the working class; they bear all the bitterness and tears themselves.

He crouched down, turning into a black ball, and covered his ears as he did so.

The next second, two loud explosions rang out on either side of him.

The bombs used by the other side were not enough to destroy the building, but they were more than enough to kill the people.

After the bomb exploded, Behfinger stood up and crawled out through the large hole that had been blown open.

A car was parked on the side of the road some distance from the building. The person inside glanced at the building with thick smoke billowing out through the rearview mirror and a sinister, triumphant smile appeared on their lips.

He started the car in a good mood, but the next second...

A black figure suddenly appeared outside his car window.

His hand trembled, and the steering wheel veered off course, sending the car crashing into the wall beside him. He quickly slammed on the brakes, then pulled out the pistol he had prepared and fired several shots at Behringer.

Behrfinger didn't dodge either; the bullet pierced through the non-bulletproof glass and struck him, but he didn't even flinch.

He reached out and smashed the glass in front of him, then grabbed the collar of the person sitting in the driver's seat and pulled hard, slamming the man's face against the broken glass, the shards embedding themselves in his flesh.

The man didn't make a sound, not because he didn't want to shout, but because he found he couldn't make a sound.

Behrfinger chuckled softly, his voice sounding extremely eerie. "Do you know why I didn't dodge? Because I'm very grateful for your help, my tool."

"Hey, since you like explosions so much, I'll give them back to you then~"

After saying that, he let go of the other person's hand, letting him fall back into his seat. Then, with a flick of his wrist, two beautiful butterflies appeared in his hand.

Bechfenger casually tossed the two butterflies into the car, then clapped his hands lightly after walking away from the vehicle.

An even louder explosion followed by a burst of fire.

Although the car was almost completely destroyed, the fire continued to burn.

The opponent chose a good location; there were hardly any people around. Behfinger wasn't discovered until much later, after he had moved far away from the area.

Sitting in the car he'd hitched a ride in from Bertrand, Behringer gripped the steering wheel, thought seriously for a moment, and then glanced down at the road.

That guy was so stupid; he couldn't even hit a vital spot at such close range.

Behfinger clicked his tongue in disapproval, then tapped the panel to bring the pain level back down.

The next second.

Bang.

"Ouch! It hurts so much!" Behringer froze, too afraid to move at all.

He silently got up, touched his forehead where he had hit the steering wheel, sighed, and started the car despite the pain.

—I just can't stand it anymore!

Behringer burst into tears.

Extreme measures will bring him the most perfect reward.

Behffiner sighed, his head spinning from blood loss.

As for why he didn't take out his phone and ask someone for help?

This is a very serious issue.

Because he didn't apply magic to his phone, he was killed by a bullet.

Behffiner's consciousness was hazy, as if only his body was operating.

As the car approached an intersection, a blue car sped towards the right, followed by several other vehicles.

Because Conan was being held hostage by Takayo Tegawa with a gun, Serina Urakawa had no choice but to obey her and drive to find a secluded place.

And because someone was chasing them from behind, she was driving very fast, and she still didn't have time to brake when a car suddenly appeared from another intersection.

BOOM!

The car was completely deformed from the impact.

Seeing the situation suddenly change, Takayo Tegawa grabbed Conan and tried to get off the car, but a motorcycle hit her directly on the roof.

Conan: ...!?

Sera Masumi, who learned from Ran Mouri that Conan had been 'kidnapped', got out of the car, checked him over, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that he was not injured.

A white Mazda stopped behind them, and the people in the car got out when they saw this.

It is Tooru Amuro, Kogoro Mouri, and Ran Mouri.

As soon as Urakawa Serina got out of the car, she rushed to the side of the car she had hit to check, only to find that the person in the driver's seat seemed to have passed out.