It was just a chess piece that was destined to die, and he actually wanted to negotiate with him, overestimating his ability.

He hung up the communication, took off his headphones, and "Go."

Vodka obediently started the car, "Okay big brother."

For them, killing such a person is commonplace. Even if Gin wasn't just used up, and to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, there would be no need for Gin to personally show up and just send someone.

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

The black Porsche was driving, crossing the Beetles on the opposite road through two lanes.

Conan stared at the building in the distance, not paying attention to the culprit sitting in the car two lanes away from him, making him smaller.

What he is thinking now is to catch the sniper!

Large equipment such as sniper rifles cannot be hidden at will. After the murderer sniped, he must leave the scene as soon as possible. The place he is now not far from that building, and he still has a chance!

In order to cooperate with him, Dr. Agasa also drove very fast, and a Beetle was driven out of the potential of a racing car by him.

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

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

"I remember the license plate number, Dr. Agasa, hurry up and catch up!"

"Okay, okay, okay" Dr. Agasa was a little busy for a moment, not caring about violating traffic rules, and then turned around and chased after him.

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

"Hello, the police? I saw someone being sniped in Mihua Park."

"I'm not kidding! It's really a sniper! The deceased was shot from a high place and hit the center of the heart."

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

He has too little credibility for calling as a child, and there is no need to call as a Shinichi Kudo.

Calling the police is just one thing. He can't expect the police to catch the sniper. After all, the other party can change the car and get off the car halfway.

It is unwise to put your hopes entirely on the police.

The man riding a motorcycle seemed to find someone chasing him. After seeing it as a beetle that was about to be scrapped, he snorted disdainfully and instantly accelerated his speed.

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

Fortunately, when I called, Dr. Agasa told me to bring the skateboard so that I would not have to fall into a dilemma of being blocked by traffic and unable to move.

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

The man didn't expect that the one who chased him would be a child, and he just thought that he was a child who came out somewhere, but when he saw the extraordinary skateboarding speed, he gradually realized the seriousness of the matter.

He turned into the alley without hesitation. When he saw the child following in, he rushed straight and stopped in the middle of the alley.

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

Seeing the other party stop and staring at him fiercely, Conan's skateboard suddenly became silent, and a sense of crisis rose from the bottom of his heart.

Not good, careless!

He subconsciously regarded himself as the capable of arresting the criminal Shinichi Kudo, and ignored the fact that he was powerless in front of such a dangerous person.

He is chasing the other party now, what about?

Can he arrest 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 under his crotch and slowly approached Conan. He was wearing a helmet, and his thick helmet covered his face.

Conan felt a strong crisis surrounding him, and he subconsciously took two steps back with his skateboard in his arms.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

Conan swallowed with difficulty, held the skateboard tightly, his arms trembled, and he looked extremely scared.

"Uncle, you're blocking my way"

"Oh?" Cohen jokingly said, snatching the skateboard in his arms.

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

He stretched his body with his hands, moving backwards as if he was avoiding some monster, and quietly opened his foot-strengthening shoes, and tears quickly burst out from his eyes, as if he would cry loudly in the next second.

At this time, only by pretending, only by showing the reaction a child should have and making the other party relax his vigilance can there be a slight chance of getting out of this crisis!

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

He studied the skateboard in his hand and really couldn't understand how this skateboard could slide so fast. It looked just like an ordinary skateboard, and even the weight did not increase much.

To be honest, Cohen is not sure that this little devil is following him after he discovered him and sniped him.

Because this behavior is so stupid. He prefers to be absolutely a coincidence.

After all, who is he?

Cohen, the killer of the Black Organization.

And the other party? It's just a child who looks less than six years old and is unthreatening.

Even if the other party catches up with him, what's the use? It's just an extra child's body.

"Boy, how did you get this skateboard?"

Seeing the other party's fierce questioning, Conan cried out, "My father bought me a whim"

At this moment, he no longer cared about his self-esteem as a high school student. At the critical moment of life and death, those were all over the clouds.

Cohen was particularly bored when he heard the crying, so he raised his hand to throw the skateboard on the ground. The skateboard touched the ground from a height of more than one meter, making a crisp impact.

He has no time to delay following the child here. The death of the Kohto Park will be discovered soon and he must leave as soon as possible.

If the child is really following him, he will definitely deal with the other party without hesitation, but this child does not 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 waste his time, just letting go of it lightly.

He grabbed Conan's collar and picked him up.

"You'd better not be following me, I've remembered you."

His voice was quite cold, and he wrapped Conan with murderous intent, as if he would arrest him and kill him as long as he had time.
Chapter completed!