Having finished considering the situation at the Square, Gin glanced at the people behind him who were still discussing the explosion and frowned. "You have nothing better to do?"
Chianti: "..."
Vodka: "..."
Korn, the other sniper who had said absolutely nothing and had merely been dragged into it: "..."
The three recalled that long list, and their hearts suddenly grew heavy. They quickly fell silent and returned to their respective cars.
While the Men in Black bustled about all over Tokyo.
The distant park had already descended into chaos.
Amuro Tooru and Conan stood beside Jiang Xia, staring blankly toward the fire. For a moment, they forgot what they had been discussing.
Jiang Xia looked over as well. A moment later, he suddenly rose in surprise. "Isn't that where our Food Truck is?"
Conan was puzzled. "When did you buy a Food Truck?"
He was already rushing toward the scene.
Amuro Tooru, caught between the two Detectives, ran after them as well, deeply shaken.
Amuro Tooru: "..." If he remembered correctly, there should only be one person in that vehicle right now—Rum, who had stayed behind to watch the Food Truck.
Uzo controlled the activity around the park. One of Uzo's subordinates had just passed by there, and then Rum's vehicle exploded... How had these two gotten into a conflict?
Amuro Tooru recalled all the explosions he had experienced before, and a thought suddenly stirred in his mind: Could it be that Uzo had intended to casually blow him up like before, but he had left in time, causing Rum to become the scapegoat instead?
But he quickly dismissed the thought regretfully.
"How could Uzo make such a huge mistake? Besides, he sent me an email not long ago. That means that bastard was never targeting me from