Gin's Humiliation

From the theory of Worldline Convergence, a creature like Gin should normally be impossible to kill.

But Fujino was not the type to believe in superstition.

Even Vermouth would have to deal with the wild imaginations of Beika's residents if she came to Beika. What made Gin any different?

And what if it worked?

As the saying went, there was no harm in trying.

As a staunch materialist, Fujino believed that only practice could produce truth: truth could only be obtained through practice, and if he could not obtain truth, he would use scientific proof as his guide for action.

Simply put: if I can kill you, then you really can be killed. If I can't, I'll find another way to kill you using Conan-world logic.

At that moment, the bullet of truth had already flown.

Bang—!

The sound traveled with the bullet.

Gin, who had been talking with his underling, suddenly felt a chill down his back.

Then, an intense killing intent rose behind him.

A terrifying sense of death engulfed his entire body. Almost instinctively, he twisted away at high speed.

The brass bullet passed through his left earlobe, pierced his pale golden hair, and grazed his cheekbone, leaving behind a bloody streak.

Vodka, standing in front of Gin, happened to be on the same line of fire.

After passing through Gin's earlobe, the bullet grazed Vodka's right cheek and slammed into a storage container behind him.

Seeing that the first shot had merely pierced an earlobe, Fujino frowned. He switched the pistol to full-auto and emptied the magazine with American Iaijutsu.

Bang bang bang...

A rapid burst of gunfire rang out.

Gin reacted immediately. He threw himself over Vodka, then darted behind a storage cabinet and used it as cover.

Seeing both targets vanish from sight, Fujino