Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 513: Decisive Battle (Part 3)

"Hey, Luca, stop getting excited and look behind you!" The cheerleader watched the prisoner focus on the accelerator and didn't realize that he was already within heartbeat range.

[Night Watchman: What an over-focused person.]

[Archer: Oh, sometimes I only notice it when the Hunter is right in front of me.]

[Meteorologist: Let's observe a three-second silence for Luca.]

[Mechanic: Three.]

[Doctor: Two.]

[Apostle: 1.]

[Billiard Player: Zero. Mr. Alva is about to start.]

"Ahhh, teacher, I was wrong." The prisoner was now fixed in place by the red and blue double-color balls and unable to move.

"You ignored my words and deserve to be punished!" The hermit held his staff in front of him, and the red and blue electric balls were fired crazily like a machine gun. The prisoner screamed and the pilot and cheerleader standing by felt their scalps tingle.

The pilot saw that he would not be able to stop the plane for a while, so he quickly called on the cheerleaders to help him operate the plane. However, after the scare just now, the cheerleaders stepped on the accelerator nervously.

Aviator: I forgot Lily isn't old enough to get a driver's license yet... (I regret agreeing so readily.jpg)

Fortunately, the hermit was prepared this time and stood firm on the ground. The prisoner was in a worse situation. The angle of the electric ball shifted, making it impossible for him to be fixed in place again. Due to inertia, he flew up and fell headfirst onto the sofa in the control room.

The pilot frantically tried to stabilize the equipment before he glanced back at the prisoner, who was stuck like a carrot in the sofa. "Luckily, I followed Miss Wendy's advice and installed a sofa and cushions here, otherwise you'd have either broken bones or a concussion."

"Mmmmm! (Teacher, I was wrong, please save me!)" The prisoner's face was half stuck in the crack of the sofa, and he couldn't speak at all. The hermit saw this scene, turned his head and laughed a few times, but finally pulled his good disciple out.

The three people in the kitchen also suffered a great deal. The batsman reacted the fastest, steadying his hand holding the skewers. But the forward was a bit unlucky. He was holding two fragrant roasted pork ribs in each hand, happily preparing to take a bite, but after a bump in the acceleration, he accidentally stuffed the ribs into the mercenary's mouth.

Mercenary:? (Although he looks puzzled, he quickly grabs the ribs and snatches them away)

The forward was distraught: "Naib, that's my rib!"

"I'm sorry, I don't dare eat your ribs, but the grilled pork ribs are still delicious."

The forward was stunned for a moment and didn't react. When he reacted, it was as if he had met a wax figure with maximum tolerance and wards, and he put on the mask of pain immediately.

Fortunately, the mercenary gave the forward two roasted pork tenderloins as compensation, otherwise the old forward would have howled for who knows how long.

At this moment, the undertaker in the lounge next door: peaceful.jpg

After the turmoil, the Insistent Vehicle reached full speed, like a Farah spider treading on three layers of spider silk, charging towards the Black Organization's headquarters. Without a conductor and reeling from the violinist's demonic voice, the Black Organization members scattered as they watched the Insistent Vehicle crashing towards them like a small hillock.

However, the speed of two legs could not outrun the speeding machine with eight legs. After a muffled bang, the endless carrier was directly loaded onto the above-ground building of the laboratory. At the same time, many members of the Black Organization were killed on the spot by this collision. All the members of the Black Organization who failed to escape in time were now indistinguishable from each other and were equally painted on the dark wall.

At this moment, Vodka, who was in the laboratory bunker, was also shocked when he heard the huge commotion: "Did something big happen outside?"

Now he didn't bother to look for Toru Amuro and Vermouth. He turned around and walked outside. He had to confirm what was going on outside.

Toru Amuro, who had been hiding in the dark, breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Vodka leave. It seemed that he didn't need to continue pretending. He knew without a doubt that the big commotion just now was caused by Oritis's gang. Among the codenamed members left on the ground, there was also a traitor, the mercenary. Even if Gin was more cautious, he probably couldn't prevent such a backstab. Although it was two against one, he had confidence in the mercenary's ability.

Toru Amuro was right in his guess. The battle on the ground was over, but Gin was not killed by the mercenary's backstab.

On the other side, Binga, who was teleported to a bustling place, stared at the bustling streets in front of him in amazement. The place was full of entertainment industries and filled with the atmosphere of decadence and decadence. There were advertisements for the "Eternal Night Aurora Concert" on the billboards of skyscrapers.

Binga looked around and saw an intersection. People occasionally passed by, though some wore metal prosthetic limbs, while others were robots. Was this still Japan? What was going on?

After wandering around these intersections for a while, Binga gave up on these tangled roads. He had tried to stop a pedestrian to ask for directions, but those people seemed to not hear him at all and just kept walking forward, holding flyers for the performance in their hands and muttering things like "Can't miss this concert".

Binga was going crazy. What kind of crappy place was this? There wasn't even a person who could talk?

"Are you looking for the way to Metropolis, sir?"

Binga turned around and saw that the person who was speaking was a foreign woman with dark skin and white hair. Her eyes were like cameras and the needle of a lie detector was swinging beside her ear.

"Ah, finally someone who can talk. Yes, I want to go to that place. How do I get there?" Binga asked, looking at the gossip in front of him, which was different from ordinary people but still acceptable.

"Just walk along this road to the end, turn right, and then go up one flight of stairs to reach the entrance of the metropolis." Gossip's cold eyes were completely devoid of emotion, as if he was just a machine executing orders.

"Thank you very much, see you later!" Binga waved his hand and immediately ran towards the place mentioned by the gossip.

When Gossip News heard the words "see you later", there was a slight fluctuation in his eyes: "See you later... I'm really looking forward to it..."

"Captain, there's a guy who looks like an intruder trying to enter the metropolis." Gossip raised a smile and reported to the communicator next to his ear, as if he was expecting something.

"Oh? That's strange. Will he endanger our media queen?" A mature male voice came from the other end of the communication.

"The hazard value is assessed at... 2 percent, no, 1.3 percent."

"Oh, what a boring guy!" Another slightly more lively male voice interrupted. "I was looking forward to him bringing us new programs!"

"Screening room, what are you doing slacking off for? Go edit the video and make sure Her Majesty the Queen's most perfect figure appears on every projection screen!"

"Pirate Radio, you are such a black-hearted boss!" There was no sound in the screening room, probably because they went to edit the video.

"Um, does security need to be strengthened? That guy seems to be carrying a weapon, and he seems to be a craftsman from the art museum." The speaker was Neon Pioneer, who was now on the second-floor terrace of the Metropolitan Museum, looking at Binga who was squeezing through the crowd.

"Don't worry about him. Her Majesty's performance is enough to conquer all invaders."