Hotel warehouse.
Following Gin's instructions, Vodka poured high-proof liquor all over the warehouse, while Gin had already deleted all information about the organization from Pisco's computer.
"Boss, it's all done."
"Okay, let's go."
Gin nodded without changing his expression, got up, took out a lighter from his pocket, rubbed the lighter's roller with his thumb, and was about to light it and throw it on the ground when he suddenly turned his head slightly, his back to the warehouse door.
A tranquilizer dart whizzed past his neck and pierced the wooden box beside him with a soft "plop".
"Holy crap!" Conan, holding a tranquilizer watch outside the door, exclaimed in shock.
This is cheating!!
Kid, have you ever heard of the ability to sense killing intent?
Gin whirled around, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "A rat?"
Vodka hadn't even realized what was happening yet. He stared blankly at the figure who appeared at the door, carrying a sword and wearing a Kamen Rider mask, and muttered to himself: Is this cosplay?
"Ha, they've come after all."
Gin sneered, showing no surprise whatsoever.
He had already discovered the tracker on the car. The reason he deliberately lingered in the warehouse for so long was to see who was so bold as to follow him and attempt to oppose the organization.
Heiji Hattori gripped his training sword tightly, his eyes sharp beneath the mask: "Gin, today is your end!"
Gin curled his lip in disdain: "You?"
Before he could finish speaking, Hattori Heiji had already rushed forward.
Caught off guard, he actually managed to knock the gun out of Gin's hand immediately. However, Gin remained completely calm and even had time to arrange for Vodka to chase after Conan outside the door.
He wanted to keep them alive so he could find out who had sent them.
"Not a single mouse will escape today!"
"Gin, your death is nigh!"
Having made the first move, Hattori Heiji was filled with confidence.
In terms of swordsmanship, he may not be as good as the overpowered Yuzuru, but he's more than capable of beating a mere Gin.
As he spoke, he had already closed in, his sword once again aimed at Gin.
Gin dodged Hattori Heiji's fierce sword strike with a sidestep. A sinister glint flashed in his eyes as he drew a dagger from his waist and clashed it with the training sword, producing a crisp sound.
"How arrogant!" Gin sneered, and with a flick of his wrist, the dagger slashed towards Hattori Heiji's arm.
Hattori Heiji quickly retreated, turned around, flicked his sword, and thrust it at Gin again.
The two men clashed fiercely in the warehouse, knocking over and banging around the wine crates, which spilled out and made the ground even more slippery.
Meanwhile, Vodka chased after Conan outside the door.
Conan nimbly ran down the corridor outside the warehouse, flicking his wrist to release the soccer dribble with a whoosh. The inflatable soccer ball hurtled towards the vodka with tremendous force, like a cannonball.
However, despite his large size, Vodka was not slow. He stretched out his thick arm and slapped the soccer ball with brute force, sending it flying. It crashed into the wall with a "thud" and dented.
"You little brat, where do you think you're going!"
Vodka grinned and chased after him. Despite his large size, he was surprisingly fast.
While the four were having a great time playing...
Several stealth drones hovered silently above the warehouse, like ghosts, capturing the entire fighting scene below and transmitting it in real time.
"Damn it, this can't go on."
Conan, who was also wearing a Kamen Rider mask, suddenly noticed a fire extinguisher cabinet next to him.
On a sudden inspiration, he first turned sideways and activated his power sneakers, kicking a box of canned goods in the warehouse. Then, while the vodka was dodging, he quickly ran over, opened the fire cabinet, took out the fire hose, quickly connected one end of the hose to the tap, and then turned on the valve.
A powerful jet of water shot towards the vodka, catching him off guard and causing him to stumble.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Conan turned and ran into the warehouse, intending to go back and support Hattori Heiji.
Inside the warehouse, the battle between Hattori Heiji and Gin reached its climax.
With his superb swordsmanship, Hattori Heiji gradually gained the upper hand. He seized an opportunity and kicked Gin hard in the chest, causing Gin to stagger back a few steps.
"Hmph, is that all you've got?" Hattori Heiji sneered.
"Well done!" Conan, who had just returned, clenched his fist excitedly.
Finally, he saw hope for his recovery.
It's better to rely on yourself than on others. If we expect that heartless little girl Ai Haibara to develop an antidote, he'll probably be drained of his life by now. It's better to capture Gin first, then torture him to force him to reveal the whereabouts of the antidote.
Thinking of this, the great detective's mind conjured up the image of Xiaolan, and he secretly vowed: Xiaolan, wait for me!
"Gin, are you ready to face the judgment of justice?" Seeing his best friend arrive, Hattori Heiji gripped his sword with both hands, showed off at the opportune moment, and then charged straight at Gin, thrusting his sword at him once again.
Upon hearing this, Gin suddenly revealed a cruel smile: "All show and no substance."
After the fight, he had completely figured out his opponent's strengths and weaknesses. His swordsmanship was good, but it was all competition skills. In a real life-or-death struggle, it was far from enough.
He sidestepped the sword's edge and delivered a powerful elbow strike to Hattori's abdomen. Hattori Heiji groaned and staggered backward—this was not a move used in a match, but a pure killing technique!
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