"Damn it, how did Heiji Hattori get here? Didn't he leave earlier?"
Inspector Megure could no longer spare the attention to drive Chen out. He was pacing anxiously in circles.
Chen smiled faintly. With Heiji Hattori and Conan's suicidal tendencies, how could they possibly leave so easily?
Not only would they not leave, they would probably head straight over. They might already have become hostages by now.
Chen's guess was correct. Heiji Hattori and Conan had indeed become hostages and had already been captured.
Heiji Hattori and Conan were discussing countermeasures—how to deal with those criminals and rescue everyone.
"They have guns. Even those shoes of yours won't help," Heiji Hattori said to Conan.
Those power-enhancing shoes of his definitely could not resolve the current crisis. Fortunately, neither Heiji Hattori nor Conan had been tied up.
Not just them—the other people had not been tied up either.
There were quite a few hostages. If they all rose up together, they might be able to take down the criminals at the cost of a few deaths.
But they did not dare. If they made the first move, they might very well be killed. No one dared gamble with their own life.
Even Conan and Heiji Hattori absolutely did not dare joke around with their own lives.
Well, that was what they believed. In everyone else's eyes, they were constantly gambling with their lives.
For example, if they had left earlier, they would already be safe now.
Yet they had insisted on coming here to investigate, only to get caught—and they had nearly been shot dead.
"It seems we can't do anything right now. We can only wait for the police to rescue us," Conan said dejectedly.
It would have been one thing if they had not been caught; they could