"Hello?" Irish answered the phone. "I understand. Just wait for me where you are. I'll be right over here."

After hanging up the phone, Irish took out two restraint belts with one hand in front of Conan. "There is no other way. Since you don't want to put it on yourself, I have to put it on for you. If it hurts you, then

I can only say that I'm sorry, after all, the power of this gun is a little bit too strong for you. After all, I only need your brain and your mouth, and you have to protect the rest by yourself."

Saying this, Irish raised the muzzle of his gun and aimed at Conan.

Conan was naturally aware of what Irish was going to do, and he didn't want to experience the terrible feeling of having his entire body broken by a large-caliber pistol like the Desert Eagle. So before Irish's gun locked onto him, he had already started to evade it.

.

"Boom!" Compared with the sparks that appeared where Conan originally stood, the deafening firing sound of the large-caliber pistol itself was more shocking to everyone present who heard the death summons, making them feel the bone-crushing fear from the bottom of their hearts.

.If Conan hadn't started to evade just after Irish was about to shoot as fast as possible, Irish would have been unable to adjust the shooting angle to re-aiming after Conan had evaded, nor could he have completed shooting before Conan started to evade, and hit the target.

Conan.

"You can't run away!" Irish was not too surprised when he saw that the first shot missed. "Why are you still resisting like this?"

"Has your gun been modified?" Conan, who was hiding inside the wall of the coffee shop, asked loudly. "Even the .44 caliber (0.44 inch, a gun developed in 1986) Desert Eagle does not have this.

Sound?"

"Are you scared?" Irish slowly approached the coffee shop and asked. "If you are scared, just come out. You are hit, which is something neither you nor I want to see."

"You'd better be careful with yourself," Conan replied. "If you modify the barrel of the gun rashly and fire randomly, you may blow off your own hand!"

Irish suddenly stopped, and then realized that Conan's words seemed to come from the same direction.

Did you stop just to argue? Since you made such a big mistake, don't blame me for taking advantage of you.

"This is not a modified gun, but the latest .50ae Desert Eagle," Irish said as he approached Conan who was speaking, and slightly lowered his speaking volume when he was close to Conan to conceal the fact that he was approaching there. "This.

It’s not something that a .44 kid can compare to.”

"There are disadvantages to being too powerful," Conan retorted, still standing in place. "At least you don't dare to shoot me, right? A gun of this caliber can break me into two pieces wherever it hits. Are you sure I will

After being injured, can you survive until you bring me to your leader?"

"If that doesn't work, I'll just use your fingerprints," Irish hesitated for a moment, then started heading straight in the direction of Conan's voice.

If the goal is to kill Conan, Irish, who has a pistol, will definitely choose to fire at a place far enough away from Conan and with a wide enough field of view to lock Conan - but he really doesn't want to fire, after all, firing is just a matter of time.

This means that Conan is likely to encounter life-threatening danger, and the dead Kudo Shinichi is obviously not as big a threat to gin's status as the living Kudo Shinichi.

Therefore, the best choice is to go to the other side of the wall of the coffee shop where Conan is hiding, and then use the butt of the gun to knock him to the ground with a cold weapon, and then complete the restraint.

Finally, after another chat or two, Irish touched the other side of the wall where Conan was, and Conan had just refuted his last sentence less than 20 centimeters away from Irish in a straight line.

caught you.

Holding the barrel of the unloaded pistol in his hand, Irish stood up suddenly, turned his upper body over the wall of the coffee shop, and looked at Conan who was hiding on the other side of the wall.

However, he saw nothing - there was nothing at all where Conan's voice came from.

"!?" Irish showed a shocked expression.

Just beside him, there was a solid collision. Before he could react, his wrist was struck by a very powerful force, and the Desert Eagle in his hand was directly knocked out of his hand by this blow.

He was knocked off and flew out. "Ah!"

In the direction from which the collision sound came, Conan was returning to his normal standing position from the posture when he took the free kick vigorously - he attached the remote sounding part of the bowtie voice changer under a coffee shop table, and he himself

Then he took a small tube with sugar packets from the table and hid beside it.

As long as he uses the remote sound-emitting part to make sounds, Irish should be able to trick him. As long as he completely focuses on where the sound-emitting component of the bowknot is, Conan can launch an attack from the side.

Just now, he used the small tube with the sugar packets he had just obtained to kick the pistol out of irish's hand.

There is still energy left for two more kicks, so I have to kick something big to control him... After all, if it goes well, I can completely defeat this guy after the second kick, and then I can get this guy.

gun, and used it to hold him until the police arrived.

But at this moment, Conan suddenly found that the energy switch on his shoes suddenly exploded - and at the same time, another gunshot was heard.

Did irish fire? But just now he should have kicked the Desert Eagle out at least four to five meters, and the gun should have landed in the dining area of ​​a coffee shop with many tables and chairs. Irish should not be able to find it

Is it that easy?

Wait, was the volume of the gunshot just now slightly lower than the previous gunshot?

Conan suddenly realized what might have happened and looked at irish.

As Conan thought, theoretically it was impossible for irish to have time to pick up the gun that had been kicked away by Conan - in fact, he was unable to do this.

But he brought another pistol with a seemingly small caliber.

"You really have a skill, my great detective?" Irish seemed to have a cigar in his mouth at some point. "But it's a pity that the game is over."

At this moment, Conan suddenly felt a soreness and numbness in his legs. Immediately afterwards, this soreness and numbness quickly spread to the whole body. Although it did not cause any fatal wounds, it left Conan paralyzed in a short period of time.

In this state, he himself also lost the ability to move at this moment - even the ability to raise his hand to use an anesthetic needle was lost, because his whole body now had no feeling at all. "!?"

"You've still been tricked, my great detective?" Irish showed the proud look of a hunter after catching his prey, and walked to Conan. Only then did Conan realize that there was an unlit cigar in Irish's mouth.

And it turned out to be a blowgun. "What's wrong? Are you looking at this? A battery blowgun. After hitting a human body, the arrow can instantly pass through the body of the person being hit. Although the time is not long, the intensity is not small.

.Even adults have to surrender obediently if they are not gifted after receiving a shot, let alone a child like you."

In the distance, the sound of a helicopter came.

"Well, it looks like we can set off soon." With that said, Irish put restraints on Conan's hands. "But you are quite troublesome. You injured one of my hands. Now I can only
Chapter completed!