The silver moon is hanging high, the stars are twinkling, and the five buildings not far away are brightly lit.
Toru Amuro came from the underground to the ground, feeling quite like returning to the human world.
He had just learned from the internal channel of Port Mafia that Rum had been arrested. Before he could calm down and feel happy or melancholy for the basic collapse of the black organization, he heard the horrific news: Rum had summoned Apaches! Three! Prepare for air strikes.
La!!
?!
Amuro Toru was broken.
Apache, the ah-64 armed helicopter, has been firmly ranked first in the world's comprehensive ranking of armed helicopters since its birth, and has always been a military equipment.
And Rum can get Apaches and let them drive to Japan...
All kinds of corruption and corrupt officials were flashing through Toru Amuro's mind, and his face was so dark that it was almost impossible to see. Fortunately, it was dark now, and his skin color was another big disguise. Moreover, the faces of other people were not easy to see.
The propeller noise is harsh.
Belmode held a slender lady's cigarette between her fingers and chanted with a smile: "The Lord sent down brimstone and fire——"
The girl told the story in the Bible and turned to look at her colleagues, "So this time, will Sodom and Gomorrah be destroyed?"
Toru Amuro was still angry about those moths, but he skillfully separated the heart and the surface, and smiled calmly: "I guess not. Make a bet?"
"What a shame."
Belmode shrugged gracefully, "I guess not."
They noticed that the mafia did not panic, but quickly performed their duties, delivering many first-aid equipment for high-altitude falls and spreading them out, such as air mattresses and the like.
And if you look closely at the expressions of the mafia, you will find that the members at the bottom who are following the orders do not know why, and are just obeying the instructions of their superiors. And the highest status person present, the Black Lizard Centurion Guangjin seems to know something, and he is as confident as an English gentleman.
It has never disappeared from him.
"Area d3 has been prepared...Yes, Lord Dazai."
Guangjin Liulang put away the walkie-talkie, glanced at the two former winery employees who had turned their backs on the dark side, and nodded politely.
"Mr. Akutagawa and Hiratsu have done it, well..." Osamu Dazai stood in the area divided by Mafia into D4, looking at the equipment transporters coming and going in front of him, and muttered to himself, "Actually, even if it falls directly on the concrete floor
, the slimy little slug can’t die, right?”
Oda Sakunosuke said helplessly: "Dazai."
"oh--"
Dazai Osamu protracted his tone and glanced threateningly at the boy hiding behind Oda Sakunosuke. When he looked away, he seemed to have inadvertently glanced at the bespectacled young man who was also hiding further back.
Yumeno Hisaku: "Hiccup!"
Ango Sakaguchi, whose identity as a superpower has just been exposed, looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose with his heart, and silently recited that I am a mushroom.
Kamidai Seiwa is bathed in the bright moonlight.
The telescope was still in Conan's hand. He could not clearly see things in the distance at this time, but in an instant, he seemed to perceive a lot——
Dazai has completed the ground layout, Akai Shuichi and Gin's sniper rifles have been aimed at the helicopter's power source, while Chuuya is waiting, waiting for the time when he is really needed to appear...
Situation 1: The sniper can take care of it without taking a hit.
Scenario 2: The sniper cannot fully perform his duties and needs to fly into the air to shoot down the helicopter.
Scenario 3: Based on the situation 2, plus heavy firepower from helicopters... In order to avoid getting into a fight and destroying a corner of this mafia city, it is necessary to activate the filth to end the battle as soon as possible.
hope--
"The call you received was from Dazai."
The sudden words interrupted Kamishiro Qinghe's thoughts.
Edogawa Conan's blue eyes looked at him steadily, "Then, your first call was to Nakahara Chuuya, the gravity user of Mafia, and he conveyed Dazai's words; the second call was to Gin, because
Gin has dissatisfied with the black organization, and if he plans to join Mafia, this is almost the final pledge; the third call is to Mr. Akai, because you guessed his status..."
sniper.
To deal with Apaches flying in the sky, this seems to be the most reasonable method besides supernatural powers.
Edogawa Conan deduced that the last two calls made by Kamishiro Kiyokazu were to arrange snipers, but he did not mention it, but explored: "These are all emergency plans for emergencies, but why would the person who issued the order do it?"
Is it you? Jindai, what is your relationship with Port Mafia...?"
Kamishiro Kiyokazu stared at the little detective in front of him.
His image was reflected in the blue eyes, the scorching gaze was so firm that it seemed that it would not be moved by any wind or snow, but Kamidai Kiyowa could clearly see a trace of undetectable pleading from the depths of those eyes.
But things are unpredictable.
Things are always unpredictable.
"Shh."
In the little detective's illusory and misty vision, the black-haired boy listened, "Listen."
"—Bang!" 2
The sniper bullet cut through the night and accurately hit the joint between the Apache's rotor and engine and the vertical tail.
A good start with tacit understanding.
If the howitzers were moved out of the warehouse...
never mind.
If you don't prepare the structure in advance, it won't be very useful.
The shot Apache was tilted and smoking in the air, spinning around like a headless fly. The pilot obviously did not have the skills to control the battle-damaged version of the Apache, and basically bid farewell to the battlefield. The other two Apaches immediately lifted up and distanced themselves.
While starting to change positions continuously, he also kept throwing down——
"Aerial bomb!"
Sakaguchi Ango's pupils shrank, and he was terrified when he saw bullets raining down from above the venue, sparks flying, and even bombs drilling into the ground and exploding, sending up smoke and flames all over the sky.
If there is no transfer...
Fortunately, their distance is far enough.
Oda Sakunosuke looked at the Suzuki Museum of Art, which was reduced to history at the speed of light, with a worried tone: "Over there at the Suzuki Foundation..."
"fine."
Dazai Osamu looked around with the binoculars found by his subordinates, but said without paying attention, "They have long been used to it."
Oda Sakunosuke: "..."
Sakaguchi Ango weakly reminded: "Suzuki Consortium should have bought insurance..."
"..."
Oda Sakunosuke was speechless.
So in the end only the insurance companies are the unlucky ones?
He looked at Sakaguchi Ango with some concern. He didn't know why the other person looked like he was looking for compensation for something he had done wrong, and huddled behind him with Kusaku.
etc.
Like Kusaku...provoking Dazai?
Oda Sakuyuki's help brought blessings to the soul, but he was unable to help for the time being, so he could only sigh and prepare to mediate the next time we go to Lupin to drink together.
The helicopters on high alert did not give the snipers another chance.
"Tsk."
Gin looked at the bullet that only grazed the fuselage's detector head, and clicked his tongue in displeasure.
If Mafia doesn't take action, things will be difficult to handle.
But the new boss doesn't seem to be in a hurry.
Dark green eyes flashed with excitement, Gin grinned——
Then let him experience it and see what kind of power the so-called superpower has?
Dead body.
Same color eyes, same interest.
Not far from Leibo Street, Zhongyuan Zhong had also taken off his gloves, and his coat was dancing fiercely in the sea breeze. His skin was gradually covered with gorgeous and strange patterns, as if verses or spells were coming from his mouth.
Chant out:
"You, allow the filth of gloom——"
"Those two Apaches will not give snipers another chance." Edogawa Conan's lenses showed a scene that looked like a war movie and analyzed, "Is the gravity user next?"
He recalled the knowledge of physics, "If you control gravity..."
In the distance, the abandoned tower beside Leibo Street seemed blurry for a moment.
It was the dust on it that was shaken.
Edogawa Conan:?
His position happened to be facing there, so under Conan's gaze, the tower began to tilt slightly, and then the amplitude became larger and larger.
Suddenly jumped up——
It was as if an invisible giant had uprooted it!!
?!!!
Edogawa Conan people are stupid.
"There's a lot that can be done."
The gentle voice of Kamidao came along with the wind, and Man Sheng said, "Absolute violence, absolute tranquility——"
"Eh---"
Zhongyuan Zhongya, who was in a filthy state, pulled out an abandoned high tower called the Husai, and used his strong self-preservation of reason to swing it at the Apache on the attack route, smashing the two helicopters that were pouring ammunition to the ground, tilted and smoking.
, OK, do it again!
The whole place was completely silent.
Belmode looked almost absent-mindedly at this scene that looked like the arrival of a monster from a special photo film. He looked at the extremely tall tower sweeping across the sky like a stick and the armed helicopters that were showing off just now. He looked at the Apache that was emitting fire and smoke.
Falling downwards, even the flying one was not spared.
She heard Toru Amuro murmuring beside her: "...Gravity user?"
Compared with everyone in the other world, Edogawa Conan was even more shocked.
He only knew about supernatural powers when he became a child and met Kamishiro Kiyokazu. When he experienced the supernatural powers in person, he only experienced the "brain hell" just now, but the hallucination made him get through it in a daze, and Dazai used the neutralization in time.
Conan has no intuitive feeling at all...
Until now.
Just like when primitive people saw thunder and lightning for the first time, their inner shock, fear and despair emerged almost uncontrollably. Such a power, such a power——
He suddenly realized that supernatural powers, port mafia, and even Yokohama were not things in conventional cognition.
Nor can it be limited by conventional cognition.
The battle ended quickly.
Dazai Osamu looked at Nakahara Chuuya who happened to be in area d4 with disgust, and patiently stretched out his hand.
"Human Disqualification" was activated upon contact. Seeing that Nakahara Chuuya returned to normal, Dazai Osamu withdrew his hand at the speed of light and his tone became cheerful, "Okay! Let's go!"
He almost jumped and turned around and walked forward.
Zhongyuan Zhongya put on his hat: "Where are you going?"
"..." Dazai Osamu paused and said with a cheerful face, "Look for Seiwa~"
So everyone followed without objection.
Others may have thought that the leader had told him where he was, but Ango Sakaguchi, who had followed Osamu Dazai throughout the entire journey tonight, didn't know. He couldn't help but ask, "How do you know where the leader is?"
Dazai Osamu's voice was very soft: "Because if it were me, I would choose that place."
The dust has settled.
Edogawa Conan was stunned for a long time, then picked up the previous question.
He opened his mouth and was about to say something when he suddenly saw Mafia's large army from a distance...
The moving mass of darkness was eye-catching even in the night, so he hurriedly hid behind the corner of the wall and wanted to call out to Kamishiro Kiyokazu——
All right.
The Age of Gods should not require it.
……indeed.
The big blue eyes reflected a terrifying scene:
Dazai Osamu came first, lifted up his clothes, knelt down on one knee with a look of admiration and submission, "Chief."
It's loud and clear.
Subsequently, countless mafiosi bowed their heads and copied his actions.
They were shouting...who?
Conan paused for breath.
The wind in Yokohama stopped at this moment, leaving only the standing boy with his raised black robe corners, which seemed to contain the darkness of the entire city.
Countless intense thoughts were clashing in his mind, and Edogawa Conan suddenly noticed a sharp gaze. He looked along the feeling blankly, and then looked into the kite-colored eyes.
Osamu Dazai.
As if a grand performance had ended, the youngest cadre of the port mafia nodded to him humbly and showed a friendly smile, but the malice in his eyes was so strong that it seemed to turn into water drops.