Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 482 Cleanup Operation (Part 6)

"Thanks for your hard work. Where's Richard?"

"He and Mother-in-law Valentina went in through the back door. Mother-in-law Valentina's ability is still very reliable."

The back door was actually more heavily guarded than the front, but facing the Grocer's strong resistance, bullets and the like were completely ineffective. The Grocer, holding the scale, slashed each child with his sword, knocking them unconscious and handing them over to the Knight to tie them up before continuing on his way.

"There are infrared sensors in the building, probably with independent control consoles. We'll have to find a way to destroy them later," Ms. Farrow calmly assigned tasks. "I'll steal the intelligence, Florian will destroy the surveillance cameras and backup power supply in the basement, Matthias will take care of the remaining members of the organization in the hallway, and Richard and Mother-in-law Valentina will handle the rest."

The puppeteer, relying on Louis's ability to withstand damage, rushed forward through the corridor without any defense. Even if he was injured, the worst that could happen was that he could call a meteorologist to create a rain cloud.

At this time, the members of the Black Organization who were ambushing in the corridor were all stunned. The person on the other side had been shot several times, but not a drop of blood was shed. Moreover, he was able to pin their people to the ground and beat them without changing his expression. Are they still human?

Puppeteer: Flesh and blood are useless, boy!

Louis: Feed me peanuts. It’s obvious that I’m the one who takes all the damage.

Fire Investigator: Feed peanuts.

Louis: I feel even sadder because I can’t eat it.

The Black Organization hiding in the corridor felt their opponents were terrifying. First, there was a supermodel grandmother at the back door, who knocked down all their good brothers with a scale. Then there was a ruthless output machine with no sense of pain, walking towards them under a hail of bullets without even a frown.

"Damn it, throw a grenade and see if he dies!" The members of the Black Organization gritted their teeth, not caring that using such explosives in the narrow corridor would injure a thousand enemies and eight hundred of their own.

The puppeteer and Louis were beating a lone member of the Black Organization to death when they suddenly saw a grenade rolling at their feet.

Puppeteer: Lost fear, start!

A violent explosion echoed in the corridor. The black-clad member who threw the grenade sneered, "Even if you were a Gundam, you would be blown to pieces."

The next second, the puppeteer appeared before him intact through the thick smoke produced by the explosion.

"You smoked my puppet black." The puppeteer looked at the man who threw the grenade expressionlessly. "How are you going to compensate me..."

The member of the Black Organization looked at the puppeteer's face and Louis beside him, and felt as if he was on the set of a puppet horror movie. The horror legends of the puppets Billy and Annabelle suddenly popped up in his mind.

He felt that he would die soon, and his final fate would probably be to be turned into a real-life puppet by the puppet monster in front of him, lying forever in a cold window or doll box... Thinking of this, the member of the Black Organization's heart collapsed instantly, and he shot himself in the chin. Blood splattered directly on the wall, leaving a dark mark.

Puppeteer: ...

Louis:......

"What's wrong with this guy? Are we so scary that he just sent himself away?"

"Oh, sorry, actually I threw a lot of Siren Song potions when I slipped over just now." Ms. Faro apologized slightly.

On Ms. Farrow's side, the infiltration operation went smoothly because most of the firepower was attracted by the puppeteer and the grocer, so there were only a few people guarding the data room. So Ms. Farrow had the idea of ​​teasing these unlucky guys.

Waving her cane and checking the Siren Song she was carrying, Ms. Farrow smiled cunningly like a fox and disappeared into the air in a light blue shadow.

The member of the Black Organization who was in charge of guarding the data room felt a chill on his back, and the light around him dimmed inexplicably. The ice-blue light spots spreading on the ground were very conspicuous.

"Hey, what are those light spots on the ground?" There were only two people guarding the data room, and one of them was a little timid.

"I don't know. We just need to guard the door and prevent anyone from entering. The battle below has nothing to do with us."

"But...but!"

The somewhat timid man was horrified to see a distorted blue light behind the companion who had just answered him. A pistol emerged from the distorted light, and the pistol seemed to be pointed at the back of his companion's head.

Then, the sound of a bullet piercing the skull was heard, and his companion fell limply to the ground without even a groan. There were two bloody holes on his head, and blood was oozing out.

The remaining man opened his mouth wide, but couldn't even scream. He felt as if all the blood in his body was freezing.

What was that? How had his companion died? Was it the ghost that emerged from the icy blue light?

He gripped his gun tightly to give himself courage, but heard a woman's laughter from behind him. The extremely nervous member of the Black Organization immediately turned around and fired at the back, but only a few bullet holes were made in the tempered glass.

Only then did he notice that the window was covered in ice-blue frost and a freshly written message. The words seemed to be written with lipstick, and the red lipid mixed with the newly melted frost slowly slid down the window like blood.

The words "MISS ME" seem to be mocking the incompetence of the Black Organization members.

The collapsed member of the Black Organization fired in all directions again, but the pistol did not have that many bullets. When he pulled the trigger again, he found that no bullets were fired except the clicking sound of the machinery.

He shrank into the corner in despair, as if that would save him from being killed by the female ghost hidden in the frost flowers. However, he suddenly felt someone's fingers reaching out and gently lifting his chin.

He opened his eyes and saw only the black muzzle of a gun. With the sound of a gunshot, he felt everything around him become darker and move away from him...

Ms. Farrow silently put away the pistol she had taken from the two men, disassembled it into parts with two clicks, and threw it on the ground.

"Huh, Xiao Yita's pendant is really useful. It can not only be used to cool drinks, but also freeze corpses."

"No, if you use the ice cubes like this, how are we going to have iced drinks next time?" the fire investigator complained in the headset.

"Anyway, these ice cubes will not run out, and I will not recycle the ice cubes I take out."

Yes, the female ghosts appearing in the frost were all fantasies of the Black Organization members before they froze to death. After all, Ms. Farrow's hands would tremble as soon as she held the gun, so she couldn't use the gun to hurt anyone.

"Okay, then I'll take the information." Ms. Farrow straightened her dress and prepared to pick the lock to enter the information room.

"Wait." A female voice suddenly came from the dark corridor.

"Ah, I almost forgot. The Black Organization should have sent codenamed members to defend here... But, you deliberately waited until these people were dead before coming out. Do you have another intention? Mizunashi Rena... No, Miss Hondou Eikai." Ms. Farrow looked at the figure walking out of the corridor with a smile.

Mizunashi Reina walked slowly out of the corridor: "You really know everything, so you attacked the organization's industry so unscrupulously. I have no intention of opposing you, but..."