Vermouth thought that if the expectation was to spread this information herself, then there was no way she could.
He has no other way of contact with Amuro Tooru or anyone else outside.
...
"There are three people inside, but they've already hidden in a blind spot, so they can't be sniped."
This is what the FBI sniper saw using thermal imaging equipment.
Amuro Tooru, who was in charge of this operation, frowned deeply.
The number of people is not a problem, nor is the inability of snipers to fire.
Anyway, they can't escape, so we might as well surround them until they run out of ammunition and food.
Only bombs...
The door of the police car next to us opened.
The girl who came out was a tall girl with short brown hair, and she was holding a pure black cat in her arms.
The fact that such a person would appear at such a tense scene is absurd in itself.
Amuro Tooru sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"No way? You..."
“Kotaro-kun is an expert at finding bombs,” the girl said, handing the cat over.
The black cat meowed, struggling with all four paws as it turned its head, as if it were arguing with her.
But it was still forcibly placed in Amuro Tooru's hands.
"You guys defuse the bomb first, I'll go in and buy some time."
"No!" Amuro Tooru roared this time, "What if there's still a bomb inside..."
However, the girl picked up the megaphone next to her and started shouting at the second-floor window, the one that had just been shot at.
"Gin! It's you inside, isn't it, Gin! Let me in and talk to you! I'm Shiho Miyano!"
"I am Sherry!"
"..."
Behind another police car a little further from the villa, Morofushi Komei held a gun, maintaining a guarded posture.
However, he showed a hint of confusion when the girl appeared.
"Who... is that person?"
He tentatively asked Mingzhi, who was standing next to him, but didn't expect to get an answer.
After all, given my rank, I'm not qualified to know all the details of this operation.
The police are very secretive about many things, and criminal investigators are the most sensitive to such matters.
But Mingzhi had no intention of hiding anything.
"Shiho Miyano is Akemi's younger sister."
This is an explanation that Morofushi Takaaki could understand, because he had met Akemi before.
Although the other person's name is Lin Mingmei, not Miyano Mingmei, everyone with secrets has an alias.
After explaining this sentence, Mingzhi pushed up his glasses, his eyes flickering with doubt behind the lenses.
Shiho Miyano, also known as Ai Haibara.
So that means she took the antidote beforehand and returned to her original form.
But when did she and Kotaro become so familiar with each other?
...
As Shiho Miyano reached out to push open the door of the Twilight Mansion, almost everyone held their breath, waiting for the next loud explosion.
However, no.
The sniper observing from a high vantage point outside the villa said that someone did indeed come to open the door.
But the other two remained cautiously hidden in a blind spot.
The remote control for detonating the bomb is likely in their hands, so there's nothing that can be done.
They could only watch helplessly as Shiho Miyano's figure disappeared through the door.
The sound of gunfire was not from a bomb.
Then the villa fell silent again.
Amuro Tooru gripped the listening device in his hand tightly.
Suppressed groans could still be faintly heard from inside, proving that Shiho Miyano was still alive for the time being.
But what's the point?
The people inside could kill her at any time.
Shiho Miyano thought so too.
She knelt on the ground, panting, but couldn't help letting out a cold laugh.
"What's this?" She lowered her gaze, only able to see the person's feet. "Just because you're lame doesn't mean you can't stand seeing others with able legs."
The Beretta she knew was close by, and "bang!" another shot was fired.
The bullet cut a gash in her shoulder, and blood immediately soaked her sleeve.
But like before, they were all minor abrasions.
Shiho Miyano simply chuckled.
"Human body outline... When did you become an artist, Gin?"
The gun was put away, and in its place, Gin used one hand to lift her up and half-drag her towards the depths of the villa.
"It's just to make things more convenient, so you can't run away," Gin said in a hoarse voice.
"Since you had the guts to come in, you should have known what your fate would be, Sherry."
They returned together to the sniper blind spot they had carefully scouted earlier.
In the cramped space, Karasuma Renya sat cross-legged, his expression calm.
The nonchalant Vermouth's pupils contracted slightly when he saw Shiho Miyano.
“Shirley?” she said the name in a voice devoid of emotion, then gave a dismissive laugh.
"What an idiot! Aren't you just offering yourself up as a doorstep?"
Shiho Miyano, who had two wounds on her body, looked exhausted. As soon as Gin let go, she sat down on the ground and could barely lift her head to look at the person opposite her.
But she still sneered and said, "What's delivered to your door... a sacrifice, or a hostage?"
"If you want to take me down with you, I was prepared for that."
"What are you talking about?" Vermouth stared at her, bewildered. "Did you come in here just to die?"
Strangely enough, the police should have paid close attention to someone like her, using her as leverage in negotiations with other intelligence agencies.
How could we just let her into a place like this?
Shiho Miyano looked up at Gin, who was standing against a pillar, her face full of mockery.
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