Although the odds of this were low, Amuro Tooru watched the completely loosened metal plate trace a straight line through the air. Then he remembered who was standing beside him, and his scalp suddenly went numb. A dangerous premonition crashed against his reason like a tsunami, while his instincts screamed a warning.
Jiang Xia hadn't expected this to happen either. He was about to fiddle with Puppet Clay when someone suddenly grabbed his collar—Amuro Tooru yanked him up, rushed two steps up the pile of discarded materials, and leaped toward the side window. With a flying kick, the overloaded window frame fell out entirely. Amuro Tooru dragged Jiang Xia through the opening, and the two of them crashed to the ground outside one after the other.
The bad premonition came true. Before they had even fully landed, a deafening boom! erupted from the warehouse. Jiang Xia looked up and saw fierce firelight blasting from the front window, shattered glass scattering across the ground. The half-closed door was also slammed open by the scorching air, knocking over the police officers who had just taken the kidnappers from Conan and were about to enter and help Takei Katsuhiko.
A corner of the front half of the wall had also crumbled away. Plastic waste fell like fiery rain, burning amid the weeds beside the warehouse.
The wall near Jiang Xia was still mostly intact, though dust kept sifting down from it, and the shock had opened several cracks.
Amuro Tooru brushed the dust off himself and stood up, his expression utterly grim as he looked at the disastrous explosion. Just when he had thought things had been peacefully resolved, this had happened! Not only was there no chance the lockdown would be lifted now, the police would probably call in more manpower, and