No one knew whether Irish was genuinely tough enough to take a beating, or whether Kyogoku Makoto, who had not grasped the situation, had held back. In any case, after being sent flying, Irish struggled a few times, braced himself against the railing behind him, and barely managed to stand.
He stared warily at the man and woman standing before the little boy. After glaring at them darkly for several seconds, he let out a cold smile.
Today, getting past two young people skilled in hand-to-hand combat and taking away Shinichi Kudo, who had somehow turned into a child, was likely harder than completing the entire mission.
Although he still had backup that could provide armed support at any moment, based on what he knew of Vermouth, it was unrealistic to expect that woman to lend a hand and save a teammate in a crisis.
As for Gin...
Having made up his mind, Irish raised a hand toward the tactical backpack at his waist with unusual resolve.
At a time like this, placing all his hopes on backup would be too naïve. In fact, after encountering Kumeru twice and sensing the man's profound malice, Irish had taken some precautions.
The moment an opportunity presented itself, those teammates of his would absolutely stab him in the back. Irish had no doubts about that.
The organization had researched so many things and supplied so many weapons and pieces of equipment, yet he had carelessly assumed that one handgun was enough to deal with every ordinary person. Naturally, that fell within the category of an "opportunity."
The memory card. That crucial memory card...
Snapping out of the suddenly changed situation, Conan immediately grabbed Ran Mouri's arm and pointed at Irish, who had just straightened up against the railing.
"The thing... He has something