He hadn't finished speaking—
Shiratori Ninzaburo, who had just gotten into the car, suddenly exclaimed in surprise!
He suddenly ripped off the sun visor, and a printed note fluttered down, which read:
"I'm the MLB starter, and this overtime game is about to begin..."
Bai Niao glanced at it once, and his expression changed drastically. He pushed open the car door with all his might, not even caring about his image, and shouted hoarsely at the outside, his voice distorted:
"Bomb! Get down!! Get away from this vehicle!!!"
His warning was swift enough.
but--
It's still too late.
The countdown to death never stopped because of anyone's vigilance.
"boom--!!!!"
A deafening explosion suddenly rang out!
The black sedan was instantly engulfed, twisted, and disintegrated by the raging orange-red flames. The massive shockwave, carrying scorching and deadly air currents and countless sharp metal fragments, spread violently in all directions like the scythe of death!
Ai frowned slightly, reacted extremely quickly, and immediately shielded Conan in front of her and the three little ones behind her.
Upon hearing the explosion, Sato Miwako froze in place as if under a spell.
The familiar sound of explosions, the familiar flames, the familiar panic...
Images from three years ago flooded her consciousness like a tidal wave.
In a daze, she seemed to see a ghostly figure of Death, wielding a scythe, clad in a black robe, and grinning maliciously, emerging above the burning, twisted frame of the vehicle. It was pouncing on her again with a mocking gaze.
A sharp-edged piece of iron, blown away by the explosion, shot straight toward her face like the fangs of death, accompanied by a piercing whistle.
She seemed to have lost all ability to react, simply staring blankly as the shadow of death rapidly enlarged in her pupils.
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