Amid the chaos of the collapse, Akai Shuichi sprang backward, kicked off the edge of the car, and barely avoided being hit head-on.
He braced himself against a wall and rolled to the ground somewhat awkwardly. Something felt wrong during the fall, and when he raised a hand to wipe his face, he realized that his half-finished disguise had been scraped away, revealing his original appearance.
Akai Shuichi: "..." This was bad.
His FBI identity might keep him from being arrested and thrown in Prison, but that did not mean the Tokyo Police would support him causing trouble everywhere. If this kept up, he would sooner or later end up on their blacklist. Besides, the organization lurking in the darkness was watching him too. He could not let his guard down.
Though he was full of questions about the car crash on the second floor, Akai Shuichi's extraordinary decisiveness kept him from being delayed by them for long.
He grabbed the old man who had fainted from fright during the crash, ignored the kidnappers sprawled across the floor, and turned to leave the dangerous building.
But just then, Akai Shuichi's gaze froze, his grave eyes settling on the doorway.
—A first-grade child stood there like a god of war, his Wristwatch flipped open and a soccer ball beneath his foot. His shoes seemed to crackle with electric light.
In an instant, a powerful sense of danger engulfed Akai Shuichi.
Following his instincts, he abruptly ducked. At the same moment, Conan wore a villain-like cold smirk and kicked the soccer ball with all his strength.
The sturdy soccer ball was nearly flattened into a thin disc by the immense force, then shot forward with terrifying power, streaking toward Akai Shuichi like a meteor.
After kicking the ball, Conan let out a