When it came to being shot through by a 7.62mm sniper round and still chatting and laughing, Fujino was already used to it.
Scientists were all like that. Which one of them did not spring back to life after suffering a fatal injury?
Some NPCs could even leave behind a coded message before drawing their last breath.
If NPCs were like that, there was even less need to mention the physical condition of those with names.
Even if they were not superhuman, they were born fierce.
Fujino swept his gaze over Jodie and Shuichi Akai, decisively spread his cloak Hang Glider, and chased after Vermouth.
It was best to stay far away from an organization like this, one with shallow roots overseas and staffed by a bunch of idiots.
What if lightning struck one day and took him out along with them?
After all, once disaster struck oneself, who would care whether a disposable pawn lived or died?
Akemi Miyano was a good example.
Vermouth floored the accelerator all the way into a small forest.
Her unauthorized command of the organization's members had been exposed, and the Alcohol Company's Boss had summoned her back with a single text message.
However, while she was replying to the email, Conan secretly recorded the sound of her pressing the keys from the passenger seat.
"Hey, I've already recorded your Boss's email address. I have electrodes connected to a transmitter attached to my body. As soon as the electrodes detect that my heart has stopped beating, this information will be sent out."
Conan looked at Vermouth in the driver's seat and said in a low voice, "With the email address, there's a good chance we can locate them through the email... Even if it's concealed, the police should be able to find their