Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 233 The Killer is Out

Conan put down the phone. The communication device on the desk was still vibrating slightly, and the air was filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere.

He gently put the phone back where it belonged and tapped his fingers twice on the table, as if he was giving it some final thought.

After a moment, he looked up at the members of Gin's team standing in front of him, those ruthless killers walking in the dark.

They stood straight, their eyes full of expectation and coldness.

Gin still looked indifferent, with the wide brim of his hat covering his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

Vodka crossed his arms in front of his chest, a wicked smile on his lips, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Cohen stood aside, with little expression on his face, but a hint of urgency flashed in his eyes.

Chianti was fiddling with the gun in his hand impatiently.

The corners of Conan's mouth curled up slightly, it was an unfathomable smile that belonged only to him.

As he raised his head, the reflection from the lenses disappeared, revealing a firmness in his eyes. The interweaving of calmness and a hint of madness made people feel a chill.

His voice was a little cold, yet full of inspiring power:

"Everyone!"

His tone was steady, yet contained a kind of pressure that made it impossible to refute.

"Communications have been restored. Next... let's fight back!"

"Great! I've been waiting for this moment!"

Chianti practically jumped up, her eyes gleaming with eagerness.

She has always been an impulsive person. Faced with repeated passivity and humiliation, this moment of liberation filled her with strength.

She gritted her teeth, and the anger and frustration that had been suppressed for a long time finally found an outlet. Even the spacious office in front of her seemed extremely small.

If she hadn't maintained a bit of restraint, she might have fired a shot in celebration.

Gin did not respond immediately. He just looked at Conan indifferently, and the coldness in his eyes remained unchanged.

Even at this moment, he still did not show any superfluous expression, but the smile in his eyes seemed particularly meaningful.

Finally, his low voice came out from his thin lips:

"Then... let's go."

He uttered these words slowly, without much fluctuation in his tone, but each word seemed to contain murderous intent.

Vodka and Cohen also showed cruel smiles. Although they were not as impatient as Chianti, it was obvious that they had waited too long and were tired of being passively beaten.

Cohen stood straighter, his eyes showing no emotional fluctuations, only endless coldness and precise murderous intent.

Vodka seemed a little excited. He couldn't wait to release the violence in his heart and was eager to see how their enemies trembled in front of their power.

Conan stood up and his eyes swept across the faces of each member of Gin's team, finally stopping on Chianti. He smiled slightly, as if he could see through her inner anxiety.

"Today, all enemies will become our prey."

Conan's eyes grew more determined, and a wicked smile curled up the corners of his mouth. "Let the people of that organization know what... the Continental Hotel is!"

At that moment, the office was frozen in silence for a few seconds. The four of them stood there, as if the entire world had quieted down. Conan turned and looked at his teammates, his heart filled with confidence and determination.

"Let's move." Conan's command was short and powerful.

With this command, the entire team instantly erupted with invisible power. Chianti raised his hands, as if to brandish a knife, to greet the coming storm.

Gin chuckled and turned, followed closely by Vodka and Cohen, who began walking towards the door.

Conan looked at Wakasa Rumi, who was obviously itching to do something. She had a cruel smile on her face, waiting for Conan's order.

"Sister Wakasa..."

Wakasa Rumi's eyes became sharper and the smile on her lips gradually faded.

Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, obviously suppressing some impulse, as if every second reminded her that the desire to kill was oppressing her reason.

When she heard Conan calling her, she responded immediately, her voice cold and full of desire: "Here! Kill who?"

"Uh...you stay for a while!" Conan was a little amused by Wakasa Rumi's impatient behavior.

Wakasa Rumi was stunned, and a hint of disappointment flashed across her eyes, as if someone had taken away something most important from her eager anticipation.

The corners of her mouth drooped slightly, and she looked at Conan with some confusion, as if she couldn't believe what she heard.

"What?" she asked subconsciously, her voice somewhat dissatisfied.

"I said, you stay for the time being." Conan repeated, his tone becoming more firm and unquestionable.

Wakasa Rumi looked down at the weapon in her hand, her voice filled with disappointment and unwillingness.

"But... you are not in any danger here, I can..."

"No!"

Conan interrupted Wakasa Rumi and gave her a meaningful smile.

"I'm not asking you to stay here to protect me, but... Xiaolan will be here soon to give you a big gift."

Wakasa Rumi was stunned, her pupils shrinking slightly. She didn't expect Conan to say such a thing, and she murmured unconsciously: "A great gift?"

Looking at Conan's somewhat annoying smile, Wakasa Rumi rubbed her hair irritably and sat down on the sofa helplessly, muttering "The Riddler is so annoying..."

Conan sat on the desk with his back to her, looking out the window at the brightly lit city.

This is his home, and Conan will never allow his home to be destroyed by uninvited guests.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, it was a winner's smile, full of calculation and calmness.

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In an empty alley, Yuya Kazami and Toru Amuro supported each other as they struggled to move around.

Behind him, the enemy was getting closer and closer, and from afar he could hear the sound of hurried footsteps and noisy shouts.

The two men who originally had outstanding fighting ability now found it almost difficult to move due to the loss of blood and injuries on their bodies.

Blood was flowing from the corner of Amuro Toru's mouth, and the wounds on his body were aching slightly, especially the bullet wound in his abdomen, which almost made him unable to move.

Although Yuya Kazami was still able to move, he had already exhausted his physical strength. Every time he turned around to shoot, his arms began to tremble unconsciously.

“Ha…ha…” Yuya Kazami panted, his hands tightly gripping Amuro Toru’s shoulders: “Mr. Furuya… hold on a little longer!”

A trace of anxiety flashed in Kazami Yuya's eyes, but he suppressed it forcefully and shouted in a low voice: "Don't give up, Mr. Furuya! Hold on a little longer, and we can..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard the sound of approaching enemy gunfire again.

Yuya Kazami suddenly turned around and fired. After a few gunshots, the enemy was temporarily repelled. He then pulled Toru Amuro and continued forward.

"You...please put me here..."

Amuro Toru's voice was tired and weak, and the pain made his tone tremble a little: "I will help you hold them back. With your ability... you will definitely escape."

Yuya Kazami paused, staring fiercely at Toru Amuro through the lenses, his face ashen: "Don't talk nonsense! We will all survive! No matter what, I won't abandon you!"

Although his body was almost unable to breathe due to the injuries and fatigue, Yuya Kazami's eyes were extremely firm, as if he had decided to use his last bit of strength to protect Toru Amuro.

Toru Amuro looked into Yuya Kazami's eyes, and the iron will made him slightly stunned.

Perhaps because he knew he could no longer say anything, he could only silently endure the pain and try his best not to drag down Yuya Kazami.

But at this moment, Toru Amuro felt the phone on his chest suddenly vibrate a few times.

At that moment, he could hardly believe his own perception.

"This... is... communication restored!?"

He opened his eyes slightly, reached into his pocket with difficulty, pushed aside the blood that was constantly flowing down, and finally touched his cell phone.

Even though his fingers were trembling with pain, he still quickly took out his phone, and a line of information appeared on the screen.

"Kazama...quickly..."

Amuro Toru shouted in a low voice with all his might, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an almost weak smile.

"Find a subway station! We can survive!"

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Midoridai Station on the Touto Loop Line is usually a busy transportation hub in Tokyo, but at this moment, it is unusually quiet, as if the hustle and bustle of the entire world has been isolated.

The huge platform was empty, without a single person, and not even a breath of wind.

The only thing that broke the silence was the homeless man sitting in the corner of the platform, carrying a tattered luggage bag, with tattered clothes and messy hair.

His eyes were blurry and he seemed lifeless, as if the world before him was no longer important to him.

The city of Tokyo has become unrecognizable, with war raging everywhere and life seems extremely cheap.

Even so, no one cares about people like him.

The homeless man was looking down, thinking about where to find his next meal. His mind was confused and his eyes were empty, as if he was isolated from the world.

However, suddenly, a burst of rapid gunfire rang out on the platform, breaking the silence.

The sound of sparks flying made the homeless man raise his head slightly, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he soon immersed himself in his own world again, as if these sounds had nothing to do with him.

At the same time, two figures suddenly rushed out from the darkness of the entrance.

One was tall and strong, wearing glasses, with a somewhat clumsy figure, obviously exhausted; the other was a blond, dark-skinned young man, with a pale face and staggering steps, obviously seriously injured.

The two walked one after the other through the station hall and quickly towards the platform.

The tall man's eyes flashed coldly through the lenses, and the gun in his hand kept firing behind him. With each gunshot, the bullets flew towards the empty platform with almost murderous intent.

His eyes were fixed on the invisible enemies, his heart anxious, his movements becoming more and more impatient. After a few bullets, his gunshots stopped abruptly, and it looked like the magazine was empty.

He quickly threw the pistol aside, took out a grenade, pulled the ring without hesitation, and threw it out of the platform door.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion instantly ripped the silence apart, shaking the air on the platform and sending pieces of rubble and smoke flying everywhere.

The smoke from the explosion had not yet dissipated. He supported the blond young man beside him and continued to run for a few steps. However, their steps became heavier and heavier. Finally, they didn't even have the strength to take a step. They fell to the ground one after another, gasping for breath.

These two people are Toru Amuro and Yuya Kazami who are being hunted by the organization.

"Mr. Furuya... We're here... What should we do next..."

Yuya Kazami's voice was a little weak, with an unwilling struggle, as if he was insisting on not wanting the other person to feel his weakness.

At this moment, his eyes swept over the homeless man sitting in the corner of the platform. In an instant, his expression became nervous and he whispered anxiously: "Oh no! There are innocent citizens!"

He wanted to stretch out his hand unconsciously, but he didn't have the strength due to his weak body.

As Amuro Toru's gaze shifted to the homeless man, his heavy breathing paused, and his gaze gradually relaxed. The pain of his wound seemed to be momentarily ignored, and a smile involuntarily curled up at the corner of his mouth.