Conan believed that the Black Organization was fully capable of silencing someone through murder.
Conan switched on the Electromagnetic Enhancement Shoes and pressed the Soccer Ball Belt. A soccer ball instantly inflated and popped out.
This was one of Professor Agasa's high-tech inventions. It looked pretty intimidating.
"Get down!" Conan kicked the soccer ball. With the enhancement shoes, the force of that kick was several times greater than an adult's.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out. The soccer ball racing toward Chen exploded with a bang, and cold sweat broke out across Conan's back.
Heiji Hattori, who had been about to make a move, immediately fell silent as well.
"Go on, move again." Chen pointed his gun at Conan and Heiji Hattori.
Conan glanced at his watch, which contained anesthetic needles, but he did not dare make a move. His instincts told him that if he acted, he would die.
"You fired a gun without any hesitation. I suggest you run while you still can. Plenty of people must have heard that shot. Do you think they'll call the police?"
Heiji Hattori looked at Chen as he spoke.
That gunshot had definitely carried far. Chen's gun had no silencer, and if he could make the other side panic, Heiji Hattori felt they might still have a chance to escape.
"It's fine. I think the two of you will be dead before the police arrive," Chen said flatly.
"Damn it, Hattori, I'm sorry. I dragged you into this. They probably won't let you go either."
Conan apologized to Heiji Hattori. This was a real crisis now—one that Conan was powerless to resolve.
"Don't worry. We won't die that easily. Don't give up hope. We'll find an opportunity," Heiji Hattori comforted Conan.
Though he was reassuring Conan, Heiji Hattori himself felt just