As the hall's doors slammed shut, the police waiting outside did not dare make any rash moves in the tense, explosive atmosphere.
As a result, more than half of the officers lying in ambush were locked outside, leaving only Juzo Megure, Wataru Takagi, and a few others in the hall.
Conan, trapped under someone's arm, paid no attention to the gun pressed against his temple. He merely raised his head and stared calmly ahead.
At Christina standing behind Tsutomu Muranaka's tall frame.
"Hands up—" Elenika advanced toward them step by step, the muzzle of her gun perfectly steady. "Pramia, there's nowhere left for you to run!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? They're clearly the targets—"
Bang!
Before Juzo Megure could finish, the man aiming his gun at the rear moved his muzzle and decisively fired at the door behind him, cutting off the rest of his words.
"Shut up. Don't move." The man spat out the short commands in extremely stiff Japanese.
Elenika was not disturbed in the slightest by the commotion behind her, her gaze fixed unwaveringly ahead.
Wataru Takagi and Miwako Sato, who had initially stood in front of the newlyweds, saw that she had no intention of acknowledging them. Their eyes instinctively followed hers, landing on Tsutomu Muranaka's pale, bluish face.
Even now, Christina's expression remained composed.
She took a small step to the side, slipping out from Tsutomu Muranaka's shadow and revealing a sorrowful, shocked face still veiled beneath her bridal veil.
"Darling, y-you're the culprit...?"
Her face remained pitiful and delicate, and her gaze toward Tsutomu Muranaka was full of disbelief, as though she truly were an innocent victim deceived by her lover.
Elenika watched the scene coldly.
She had always known what kind of person the shadow she pursued was.
Cruel, cold-blooded, skilled