Taking advantage of Mikami's daze, Fujino pulled out the shotgun.
Then he raised it high and smashed it fiercely toward Mikami's head.
Clack!
The wooden stock smashed against his skull, instantly cracking it open and causing blood to flow.
"I can't even be bothered to comment on a brain-dead moron like you who doesn't even carefully check the bullets before firing!"
"A shotgun, huh!"
"Got bullets, have you?!"
"Go to hell... Send me on my way, huh!"
"I hate it most when people point gun barrels at me!"
Watching the young man who had just been gentle and refined suddenly snatch the shotgun and beat the thug to a pulp.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
It wasn't the first time the little kids were watching, but they were still stunned dumb.
As a mother, Ai Haibara quite helplessly stretched out her small hand and silently covered Ayumi Yoshida's eyes.
Children shouldn't look at this kind of thing.
It would give them nightmares!
By the time the Gunma Prefecture police arrived, two hours had already passed.
Yamamura Misao looked at the miserable, bald-on-both-sides editor-in-chief and the pile of daggers beside him, his gaze freezing for a moment.
Then he squatted down and poked him twice.
Confirming he was still alive, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Suffering from staying up late working overtime, his grievances were already reaching the heavens; if another person were to die here, he would completely collapse.
"Officer Yamamura, don't worry, he won't die."
Seeing Yamamura Misao's worried face, Fujino walked up to comfort him, "I still have a lot of restraint when I strike; at most, he'll just be lying in the hospital for a few months."
Yamamura Misao was startled, his posture unsteady, and he almost fell to the ground.
He thought