When the gin knocks on the door

Chapter 218 Arrested
It's just a pawn destined to die, and it's delusional to negotiate terms with him, and it's beyond self-control.

He hung up the communication, took off the headset, "Let's go."

Vodka started the car obediently, "Okay brother."

For them, killing such a person was commonplace, even if the gin hadn't just run out, and by the way, in order to kill chickens and monkeys, there was no need for gin to personally command, just send someone casually.

As for the consequences of being sniped in public, and whether it will have any bad effects, these are not things they need to consider.

A black Porsche was driving, criss-crossing the Beetle on the opposite road in two lanes.

Conan stared fixedly at the building in the distance, not even noticing that the culprit who made him shrink was sitting in a car two lanes away from him.

All he wants now is to catch that sniper!
A sniper rifle is not something that can be hidden at will. After the murderer sniped, he must leave the scene as soon as possible. He is not far from the building. He still has a chance!
In order to cooperate with him, Dr. Ali also drove very fast. A Beetle was abruptly driven out of its racing potential by him.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and Conan saw a man coming out of the underground parking lot on a motorcycle with a long box and a helmet on his back.

There is no doubt that this person is the sniper!The long box behind him contained a sniper rifle!

"I remember the license plate number, Dr. Li quickly catch up!"

"Okay, okay." Dr. A Li was in a hurry for a while, and he didn't care about violating the traffic rules, and chased after the corner.

Conan quickly adjusted the voice changer to an adult male voice and called the police.

"Hey police, I saw someone being sniped in Mihua Park"

"I'm not joking! It was really a sniper! The deceased was hit in the heart by a bullet fired from a height."

"I saw a person carrying a long box coming down from the building and riding a motorcycle westward from Terada Road. The license plate number is that person is likely to be a sniper!"

It is too little credibility for him to call as a child, and it is unnecessary to call as Kudo Shinichi.

Calling the police is only one aspect. He can't expect the police to catch the sniper, after all, the other party can change cars and get off midway.

It would be unwise to place all hope in the police.

The man on the motorcycle seemed to have noticed that someone was chasing him. After seeing that it was a Beetle that was about to be scrapped, he snorted coldly in disdain, and speeded up instantly.

Dr. Ali's Beetle is quite old, and it is really difficult to catch up with the motorcycle.

Fortunately, when I called, I asked Dr. Li to bring the skateboard, so I didn't have to fall into the predicament of being blocked by traffic.

Conan opened the car door and got out of the car with the skateboard in his arms, and chased after him directly from the sidewalk.

The man didn't expect that it would be a child chasing him, he just thought it was a child who jumped out somewhere, but after seeing the extraordinary speed of the skateboard, he gradually realized the seriousness of the matter.

He turned into the alley without any hesitation, and when he saw the child following in, he slammed on the brakes and stopped in the middle of the alley.

He wanted to see where this kid got the courage to chase him.

Seeing that the other party stopped and stared at him covetously, Conan's skateboard suddenly went silent, and a sense of crisis rose from the bottom of his heart.

Not good, careless!

He subconsciously regarded himself as Kudo Shinichi who was capable of arresting criminals, ignoring the fact that he was powerless in front of such dangerous people.

Now that he has caught up with the other party, what then?

Can he capture the other party?
The other party has already doubted him, and it is still unknown whether he can survive this time.

Cohen stepped on the motorcycle and slowly approached Conan. He was wearing a helmet, and the thick helmet covered his face.

Conan felt a sense of crisis surrounding him, he took two steps back subconsciously holding the skateboard.

"Little devil, what are you doing?"

Conan swallowed hard, holding the skateboard tightly, his arms trembling, and he looked extremely scared.

"Uncle, you are blocking my way."

"Oh?" Cohen joked, and grabbed the skateboard from his arms.

The thing in his arms was suddenly robbed, and Conan couldn't refuse it at all. He tried to grab it tightly, and then the inertia made him fall to the ground.

He stretched his body with his hands and moved back as if avoiding some monster. At the same time, he quietly opened the foot strengthening shoes, tears secreted from his eyes quickly, as if he would cry loudly in the next second.

At this time, the only way to pretend is to show the reaction that a child should have, to let the other party relax their vigilance, so that there is a slight possibility of getting out of this crisis!

Cohen glanced at Conan indifferently, not caring about the child who would cry in the next second.

He studied the skateboard in his hand, and really couldn't figure out how the skateboard could slide so fast.It looks just like a regular skateboard, and it doesn't even add much weight.

To be honest, Cohen was not absolutely sure that the brat was following him after he spotted him sniping.

Because this kind of behavior is really stupid.He prefers to make it absolutely a coincidence.

After all, who is he?

Cohen, the killer of the Black Organization.

And what about the other party?It's just a child who looks less than six years old and has no threat.

Even if the opponent catches up to him, what's the use?It's just the corpse of an extra child.

"Little devil, how did you get this skateboard?"

Seeing the other party's ferocious questioning, Conan cried out, "My father bought it for me... woo woo woo."

At this moment, he can't care about his self-esteem as a high school student at all. At the moment of life and death, those are just floating clouds.

Cohen was extremely annoyed by the crying, raised his hand and threw the skateboard to the ground. The skateboard touched the ground from a height of more than one meter, making a crisp impact sound.

He doesn't have time to stay here with the children now, the death in Kubado Park will be discovered soon, and he must leave as soon as possible.

If this kid was really following him, he would definitely finish him off without hesitation, but this kid doesn't look like a person with such courage, if he continues to delay, he will easily be caught by the police.

It's just that it's impossible to just let him go so lightly if he wastes his time.

He grabbed Conan by the collar and lifted him up.

"Little ghost, you better not be following me, I already remember you."

His voice was quite indifferent, and a killing intent enveloped Conan, as if he would be arrested and killed whenever he was free.

Conan tried to break free, but couldn't break free, crying loudly.

(End of this chapter)