"Hello?" Irish answered the phone. "I see, you can wait for me somewhere, and I'll go over right away."

After hanging up, Irish took out two restraints with one hand in front of Conan. "There's no way, since you don't want to put it on yourself, I can only help you put it on. If I hurt you, then I can only say I'm sorry, after all, this gun is a little too powerful for you. After all, all I need is your brain and your mouth, and you'll have to protect the rest. ”

With that, Irish raised the muzzle of his gun and aimed at Conan.

Conan was aware of what Irish was going to do, and he didn't want to experience the terrible feeling of having his entire limb cut off by a large-caliber pistol like the Desert Eagle. So before Irish's muzzle locked on him, he had already started to evade.

"Boom!" Compared to the sparks that appeared where Conan had stood, the deafening sound of the large-caliber pistol itself was more intimidating to everyone present who heard the Grim Reaper's summoning spell, and made them feel a deep fear from the bottom of their hearts. If it weren't for Conan's dodge just after Irish was ready to shoot as fast as he could, Irish would not have been able to re-angle his shot to re-aim after Conan had evaded, nor would he have been able to shoot and hit Conan before Conan had begun to dodge.

"You can't run away!" Irish wasn't too surprised to see that the first shot missed. "Why do you want to do such a senseless rebellion?"

"Has this gun been modified?" Conan, who had hid inside the coffee shop's walls, asked aloud. "Even the .44 caliber (0.44 inches, a gun developed in 1986) Desert Eagle doesn't have a sound like that, does it?"

"Scared?" Irish asked, slowly approaching the coffee shop. "Come out if you're scared, you get hit because you and I don't want to see it."

"You'd better be careful with yourself," Conan replied. "Modify the barrel of the gun rashly, and shoot indiscriminately may blow up your own hand!"

Irish paused abruptly, then realized that Conan's words all seemed to come from the same direction.

Did you stop for the sake of bickering? If you've made such a big mistake, don't blame me for taking advantage of you.

"This isn't a modified gun, it's the latest .50AE Desert Eagle," Irish said as he approached Conan, who was talking, and slightly lowered the volume of his speech as he approached Conan to conceal the fact that he was approaching there. "This isn't like a .44 little guy."

"It's a bad thing," Conan retorted, still standing still. "At least you don't dare shoot me, do you? A gun of this caliber can break me in two wherever it hits, and are you sure I'll live until you bring me to your leader after I'm wounded? ”

"If you can't, use your fingerprints," Irish hesitated for a moment, then began to head straight in the direction of Conan's voice.

If the goal was to kill Conan, Irish, who had a pistol, would definitely choose to fire in a place far enough away from Conan and wide enough to lock on to Conan - but he really didn't want to fire, after all, firing would mean that Conan's life was likely to be in danger, and the dead Kudo Shinichi was obviously not as much of a threat to Gin's position as the living Kudo Shinichi.

Therefore, the best option is to go to the other side of the wall of the coffee shop where Conan is hiding, and then use the butt of his gun to knock him to the ground in a cold weapon manner, and then complete the restraint.

Finally, after a few more idle sentences, Irish touched the other side of the wall where Conan was, and Conan had just retorted his last sentence less than 20 centimeters in a straight line from Irish.

Got you.

Holding the barrel of the pistol in his hand, Irish suddenly got up and flipped his upper body over the wall of the coffee shop to look at Conan, who was hiding across the wall.

However, he saw nothing—there was nothing at all where Conan's voice came from.

“！？” Irish looked stunned.

Right beside him, there was a solid crash. Before he could react, his wrist was hit by a very powerful force, and the Desert Eagle in his hand was directly knocked out of his hand by this blow and flew out. "Ahh

In the direction from which the collision came, Conan was returning to his normal stance from the powerful free-kick he had taken - he had taped the remote vocalization part of the bow voice changer under a coffee shop table, while he himself took a small tube from the table with a sugar bag and hid next to it.

Just using that remote vocalization part to make a sound should be able to trick Irish into getting through, and as long as he is fully focused on where the bow's vocal element is, Conan will be able to attack from the side.

He just kicked the pistol out of Irish's hand with the small barrel he had just gotten for the sugar packet.

Then there's the energy to kick twice, and you have to kick a big thing to keep him under control...... After all, if it goes well, you can completely crush this guy after the second kick, and then you can get this guy's gun yourself and control him with the gun until the police arrive.

But at this moment, Conan suddenly noticed that the energy switch on his shoes suddenly exploded - at the same time, another gunshot rang out.

Irish shot? But just now he should have kicked the desert eagle in his hand at least four or five meters away, and the gun should have landed in the dining area of a coffee shop with many tables and chairs, Irish should not be so easy to find, right?

Wait, isn't the volume of this gunshot a little quieter than the previous one?

Conan suddenly realized what might have happened and looked at Irish.

As Conan had thought, it was theoretically impossible for Irish to have time to pick up the gun that had already been kicked away by Conan - in fact, he had not been able to do so.

But he brought with him another pistol that looked like it was of a very small caliber.

"Do you really have one, my detective?" Irish didn't know when he seemed to have a cigar in his mouth. "Unfortunately, it's game over."

At this moment, Conan suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his legs. Immediately afterwards, this sour numbness was quickly transmitted to the whole body, although it did not cause any fatal wounds, but it made Conan in a state of paralysis for a short time, and he himself lost his ability to move at this moment - even the ability to raise his hand to use the anesthetic needle was gone, because his whole body was now completely unconscious. “！？”

"You've been tricked anyway, my detective?" Irish showed the smug look on the hunter after catching his prey, and walked over to Conan. That's when Conan realizes that Irish is holding an unlit cigar and a blowtorch. "What's wrong? Are you looking at me on my lips? The battery blows the arrow, and after hitting the human body, the arrow can instantly pass through the body of the person who was hit, although it is not for a long time, but the strength is not small. Even adults who have been shot have to surrender if they are not talented, let alone a child like you. ”

In the distance, the sound of a helicopter could be heard.

"Well, looks like we're going to be on our way right away." With that, Irish strapped Conan's gloves. "But you're a troublesome kid, you hurt one of my hands, and now you're on your own - be careful, don't fall and die while boarding."