Chapter 203 Where Are My Bullets?

Conan found the photographer.

Although the photographer's back was turned to him, the moment he saw him, Conan told himself: That's right, it's him.

The fierce and cruel eyes that couldn't be concealed even when his back was turned, and the tense muscles all over his body, were all declaring the truth to him.

"I finally know." Conan said softly, standing about three meters behind the photographer with his hands behind his back.

Although this place is off-limits to spectators, for some reason no child was found to have entered by mistake.

As the photographer cast a probing and wary look, Conan lowered his head slightly, raised an "evil" smile, and a white light flashed on the lens: "It's you, uncle, the gangster who threatened the Japanese TV station."

The photographer snorted and turned his head back.

Conan was not dissuaded by the opponent's uncooperative performance. He continued to say confidently: "It's not surprising that you will use the camera here to observe the situation on the court. Other cameras are filming the game, and only your picture will be scanned frequently. Pass the stands so that you can keep track of the location and movements of the plainclothes police at any time. This is why your companion went to the stands immediately after shooting the football. He did not want to be photographed by you."

"Humph." The photographer did not deny it, "You guessed it right, kid."

"I'm not the only one who has seen through you, nor am I the first. When do you think the police will arrive and arrest you?"

"I'm not afraid of those guys who don't even dare to wear police uniforms for surveillance."

"Really?" Conan raised his eyebrows, "Then do you know that every move you make is also in someone else's camera?"

The expression on the photographer's face finally changed, and he turned to look at Conan seriously.

However, just two seconds later, he laughed again: "I almost got fooled by you little brat. How could someone not take pictures of the game but choose to take pictures of a photographer like me? If it was the police, there is no way I wouldn't have noticed His actions. So, stop talking nonsense, you simply..."

Swish——

Conan showed his cell phone, and what was playing on it was the scene Nobuhiro had recorded before.

The photographer's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at the figures of his companions who were clearly visible on the small screen... and himself who would glance across from time to time.

"How can this be?!!"

When he was photographed, it could be interpreted as inadvertent, but every time he was photographed, it happened to be when he was paying attention to the policeman responsible for surveillance next to his companions. This was an absurd coincidence.

"Do you have anything else to say? The same video has already been sent to Officer Memu's mobile phone, and the police are already reviewing the footage captured by your camera."

The photographer clenched his fist tightly, quietly let go of the camera with his other hand, and touched his chest.

Conan seemed unaware: "What should you do, uncle? Are you ready to surrender?"

However, behind the camera where the photographer couldn't see it, Conan had already opened the scope of his watch.

Now, let's see who is faster!

Conan has his own unique understanding of speed. He believes that his anesthetic needle can hit his neck faster than the gangster can shoot.

But Conan never expected that the human-shaped target he had tried several times before was completely different from the gangster in front of him.

The unwary Mouri Kogoro would not guard against a child. He would even cooperate and find the most suitable position to give Conan a chance to sneak attack.

Therefore, when the gangster just took out his gun and blocked the incoming anesthesia needle to other places, Conan's expression was desperate.

No...

But the gangster did not fire immediately. He first buried the pistol under his arm and wrapped the barrel with thick clothes to reduce the loud noise when shooting.

Then, the gangster said leisurely: "It's a pity, but I have no choice but to let you say goodbye to this world."

"To be honest, I have my own difficulties." The gangster began his routine confession, "Did you and those stupid policemen still think that the gun in my hand was given to me by my companions? In fact, these two guns were given to me by me a year ago. Preparing to rob a bank."

Although the occasion was wrong, Conan wanted to complain for some reason: why was he robbing a bank again? Japanese banks are too miserable.

The gangster continued: "I spent three years and spent all my savings on formulating a plan. I am sure that the robbery plan I made was very thorough. However, on the day of the robbery, the Japanese television station carried out a robbery in the bank I selected. The one-day store manager's activities just prevented my plan from going ahead."

"My woman was counting on getting rich with that money, but later she had to drink every day to drown her sorrows, and later even committed suicide. And all this was blamed on the Japanese TV station that held the event at the time!"

Conan has seen so many weird reasons that he no longer feels anything about these words: "So you planned this intimidation incident to bring infamy to Japan TV Station."

The gangster said with a ferocious smile: "Yes, although the police refused to cooperate and we failed to get the money, it doesn't matter, at least I can blow your head off here. Haha, guess how the Japanese TV station will sacrifice for the innocence of a child And what about being responsible?”

As he spoke, he slowly raised the pistol under Conan's nervous gaze, and was about to pull the trigger before he saw it——

"careful!!!"

Suddenly, a scolding came from Conan's back and top, and immediately after, Conan felt something warm wrap around him.

He subconsciously closed his eyes tightly and rolled to the side with the powerful force.

wrong! This seems to be a person! !

Conan's eyes suddenly widened, and he saw clearly the person holding him to avoid the gangster's shooting - Officer Takagi!

Oops, how could a person avoid the bullet at such a speed, not to mention that Officer Takagi had to jump off the stand first.

"Officer Takagi, Officer Takagi!" As soon as he stood up, Conan quickly checked on Officer Takagi. "Where are you injured? Do you need to call a doctor?"

However, Takagi Wataru's expression was not too bad. He said, "I'm fine, you can hide quickly." He quickly pulled Conan behind him and faced the gangster firmly.

Conan soon discovered that something was wrong with the gangster's state, because he did not immediately fire a shot, but was holding the pistol alone and not knowing what he was studying. It was precisely because this move left some openings that Officer Takagi, who had received professional education, immediately captured him.

In the stands at the back, Nobushige watched the gangster being handcuffed, then turned and left.

"What happened to your gun?" Conan asked.

The gangster's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten a fly: "I clearly remembered that I had loaded bullets before I went out today, how could it be possible that there are not any bullets left??"