Japan's Real Daddy!

Gin seemed to have anticipated that animal organizations would interfere.

Immediately afterwards, he swept a roundhouse kick at the opponent's foot that was supporting him on the ground.

Fujino had anticipated Gin's prediction, and naturally knew that his plan might be exposed by the other party.

Having anticipated this, he stepped on the rifle and then stomped down hard again.

With the force of his leg, he leaped backward, dodging Gin's sweeping kick.

Gin did not hesitate, turned around, picked up his rifle, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The projectile cuts through the air at high speed, leaving a beautiful shockwave in the sky.

After being shot, Fujino instinctively touched his abdomen.

The bullet pierced through the robe in front of him, tearing his body apart.

However, he is currently in the state of Shadow Killer.

This body was not the real thing, but a shadow, so no blood was shed.

The actual damage was zero.

The torn wound is now being rapidly repaired by the surrounding black shadows at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hmph..."

Gin was unaware that the other party was not human.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he pointed the gun at Fujino's head, "Bat, today is your death day."

Being hit by a rifle bullet at this distance would severely weaken even someone with extraordinary physical abilities.

In other words, he won this time!

"Buzz!"

Before Gin could even gloat for two seconds, a whooshing sound rang out in front of him.

"What?!"

Gin exclaimed in surprise.

Looking up, I saw the man in white raise his arm and swing it fiercely behind him.

A sharp blade emerged from the sleeve, gleaming eerily in the moonlight.

Beneath the black hood, a pair of sharp, silver eyes pierced Gin, then lunged forward with lightning speed.

"Not only were they not affected... but they actually became even more ferocious in battle?"

Gin's expression hardened, and he immediately guessed the bulletproof vest the other party was wearing.

He pulled the trigger repeatedly, and bullets shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

However, the other party did not seem to be afraid of bullets.

He raised his hand, and the silver-white blade swung continuously.

Then, a bullet was neatly sliced off and fell to the ground.

"???"

Gin was momentarily stunned by what he saw.

What kind of monster is this?!

It cut through a bullet traveling at high speed?

"Die!"

Fujino's gaze was fixed on Gin's neck, and he swung his hidden blade forward fiercely.

Rage level MAX!

He claimed to have cut the bullet open, but in reality, he only focused his attention on cutting open one bullet.

All the other bullets, just like Deadpool's, hit his body.

Although being hit by a bullet will not cause any fatal damage.

But it really hurts...

The injury is fake, but the pain is real!

Gin dared not let his guard down and quickly swung his rifle at the hidden blade.

The silver-white hidden blade clashed against the black gun barrel.

It was just a fleeting moment.

The sturdy gun barrel made a series of 'sizzling' sounds as it was neatly sliced open by the hidden blade.

Gin realized what was happening and immediately stepped back to avoid it.

Before he could make a move, the hidden blade had already changed direction and stabbed him in the abdomen.

"Puff!"

Gin couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood. The pain from his abdomen being ripped apart by the sharp blade was unbearable even with adrenaline. He lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ah, Gin ~"

Fujino kicked Gin to the edge of the rooftop, brandishing his hidden blade to wipe the blood off the blade. He glanced at the twin towers opposite and sneered, "Enjoy the Guillotine to Heaven!"

"Hateful!"

Gin's expression turned strange when he heard what he had said.

After regaining his senses and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he suddenly shouted, "Do it!"

"Bang!"

A burst of gunfire rang out in the distance.

A whooshing sound exploded in my ears.

The ground floor of the Twin Towers.

Fujino and Ran's group went downstairs first and waited in a relatively safe place downstairs.

"Hateful!"

Conan had been watching the situation on the rooftop of that building, and his ears twitched as he heard the gunshot.

He looked up and surveyed his surroundings, his glasses flashing a green light as he peered at the distant buildings, trying to see what had happened.

He immediately discovered the source of the loud noise.

"No way..."

Conan's heart skipped a beat. "How could something like this be here?!"

"Hiss... a sniper?"

Fujino, sitting on a bench nearby, rubbed his forehead and said, "This feeling is really awful. If I didn't have a strong enough will, I probably would have passed out on the spot."

Fujino couldn't help but complain, but he understood what had happened.

Sniper!

This was within his expectations. After all, Gin was suspicious by nature... He was so cautious that he would kill even a passing dog. How could he not have thought of an ambush?

Besides, in their eyes, Sherry has already been rescued by the animal organization.

We will naturally be prepared.

Therefore, Fujino did not dare to let his main body take risks, but only had the Shadow Killer help him wade through the water.

"But from where exactly did the sniper fire?"

Fujino frowned, raised his head, and looked around, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

Before the operation, he had already surveyed the nearby buildings and found no one lying in ambush... but the sudden appearance of this sniper was something he couldn't understand.

As he pondered, Fujino continuously increased the magnification of his Vision Enhancement Glasses, searching for the source of the sound.

He quickly found the sniping spot...

"Helicopter?"

Fujino exclaimed in surprise, then murmured, "No wonder I didn't notice it earlier..."

In the Vision Enhancement Glasses, a jet-black helicopter hovers in the night sky.

Inside the cabin, a woman dressed in a black leather jacket and sporting a short, orange mushroom-shaped haircut, a non-mainstream style, was holding a sniper rifle and talking to someone on the other end of her earpiece.

Beside them were a middle-aged man wearing a black hat and a burly man in a black suit and a top hat.

Judging from its appearance, it should be a U. S. Black Hawk helicopter...

That's outrageous!

While it's pretty outrageous that the Apache helicopters were firing at the Tokyo Tower, this... is the first time I've ever seen anything like it, and it's really quite frightening.

I really don't know what these Japan people are doing. Damn it, even Black Hawk has appeared and nobody cares!

But thinking about it, it makes sense. As a semi-colonial and semi-feudal country, Tokyo's airspace doesn't belong to Japan. Even if Japan wanted to control it, it would have to ask its America" father" to do so...

Yes, Japan's biological father!

The Black Hawk itself is a piece of equipment belonging to the US military, and this airspace also belongs to the US military.

Thinking about it more closely, it's a bit scary; there's probably mold growing there.

Pulling himself back to reality, Fujino felt a chill run down his spine. Although it was just speculation before, now that it was confirmed, he did feel a cold shiver down his spine.

If that's the case, wouldn't the mold be colluding with the Alcohol Company?

What's the point of those FBI bastards investigating? They've already raided their own homes.

After silently grumbling to himself, Fujino glanced at Black Hawk hovering in mid-air, a sly smile playing on his lips, "Black Hawk, Chianti, Korn, Vodka, it seems all the big names from the Alcohol Company have come out this time, going all out for me... But since we're already here, we're not going anywhere!"