Vermouth had originally been thinking that if these people proved useless, she would take action herself.
She had not expected Officer Sato to be so decisive...
It saved her the trouble of acting.
Yui Uehara pulled out her handcuffs, hurried forward, and cuffed the hands gripping Sato Miwako's hair behind her back.
"Ow, ow, ow!"
"Let me go!"
"Who the hell are you people?"
Pinned beneath them, Yoshii screamed like an old sow that had been caught.
Sato Miwako pulled herself free. With her hair disheveled and her suit slightly rumpled, she took out her police ID. "First Investigation Division, Criminal Affairs Department, Metropolitan Police Department. You are suspected of harboring a fugitive suspect. Come with us for questioning."
Upon hearing that, Yoshii's face immediately turned ashen.
People like her were always like this—afraid of neither heaven nor earth, but they went limp the moment they encountered the police.
Sato Miwako put away her ID, glanced at her, and said nothing more.
The suspect had been captured. The operation was successfully completed.
Jugo Yokomizo searched Minoru Fukase and found a switchblade in his pocket, then announced that the net was closed.
Other than Sato, whose hair had been grabbed and who now looked a little worse for wear, no one had been injured.
As for Fukase, who had been kicked flying...
Fujino wanted to ask: did fugitives like this even have human rights?
Besides, the guy had been carrying a dangerous weapon like a switchblade.
It was good enough that he had not been kicked to death.
"...Sigh."
Conan looked at the unusually smooth operation before him and let out a small sigh—or rather, a sigh of relief.
He was disappointed that he had already been planning to act, but relieved that no one had been hurt.
The officers maintaining