"Xiaolan, do you know that the speed of a rifle bullet is about 1,000 meters in seconds. In comparison, the speed of a pistol bullet is only about one-third, which is only 350 meters in seconds."

Thinking of what Shinichi said accidentally before, a smile appeared on Maori's lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Ireland said disdainfully: "Do you think you have a way to avoid bullets?"

"You are right." Ran Maori responded indifferently.

"It's interesting, let's try it." Ireland said with a grim smile.

The slender sniper lens brought all this into his eyes. It was already drizzling under the night sky. Chen Xing lay on the blanket on the rooftop and unblinked to identify the conversation in the Tokyo Tower hundreds of yards away.

He was a little confused for a moment, should he believe that Xiaolan could dodge bullets or shoot directly?

But he also had other concerns. First, once the shot was fired, it was very likely that Gin and others would find their location nearby, and second, the memory card would be obtained by Conan.

He had no intention of stopping Conan from destroying that organization, but in his heart, Belmode was the first pick.

Chen Xing lowered his eyes and made a concession, believing that even if Maori Ran could not avoid the bullets, Ireland would not hit her vitals after evading them - if that time really came, he would shoot.

Almost the next second after making the decision, the scene of bullets passing through the ends of the hair was clearly displayed in the high-power sniper lens. The critical reaction was that the girl's long hair was rising and falling.

Chen Xing relaxed his eyes.

Immediately, when Irish was lost, Ran Mori raised his hand and slapped his pistol, pressed his palm against his chin to knock it down.

On the observatory, Ireland rubbed the corners of his mouth and stood up, "I almost forgot that you are a karate expert."

Before he finished speaking, he swung a punch and suddenly changed his move when Maori Lange blocked it, and kicked the person to the ground with one kick. However, when he wanted to kick it hard, Maori Lan kicked over again with a sweeping leg.

The two of them were as if they had set a safe distance and looked at each other with caution, especially in Ireland, who had no intention of underestimating them at this time.

He shouted loudly and bullied himself again.

However, the organization's training made him more proficient in obtaining intelligence and using firearms. Such a pair of matchup situations are obviously not his strengths, but the home court of Ran Maori, who is used to face-to-face fighting.

The two of them had just fought for several moves, and Ireland was hit several times. Maori's last high kick kicked the disguise mask on his face beyond recognition.

But Ireland's experience in fighting is undoubtedly much better than that of Maori Ran. After realizing that the disguise is broken, his first reaction is to use his hideous and terrifying face at this moment. He faced Maori Ran and suddenly laughed strangely.

As expected, the girl in front of her was completely shocked by his ghostly appearance.

"Lan!" Conan shouted subconsciously.

After Ireland elbowed to defeat Moriran's block, he quickly raised his knee and hit her lower abdomen, and finally kicked the person away with a whip leg.

Ran Maori hit the wall and fell down, unable to get up for a moment.

"I wasted my energy." Ireland was very disdainful.

Just as Ran Maori was about to struggle to get up when he heard this, Kudo Shinichi's voice suddenly appeared, "Xiaolan, don't stand up, leave the rest to me, don't move."

"Hmm?" Ireland frowned and found that the place where Conan was originally located was already empty.

He snorted coldly, tore off the broken disguise, picked up the pistol on the ground, and followed the sound.

Ran Mouri's eyelids trembled and he fell into a coma.

On the rooftop in the distance, Chen Xing stared at the every move of several people through the sniper lens. In fact, he was also very surprised when Ran Maori was knocked down, but now it's okay.

Conan is obviously not an Ireland opponent, especially the child's body, which completely limits his ability to move. After the instantly expanded football and super power shoes failed to achieve success, he could only be chased all the way.

The brightly lit tower body was red, the door of the observation deck was pushed open from inside, and then a small figure that ran out quickly climbed the stairs and ran upwards.

Immediately afterwards, Ireland walked out slowly, shot a few shots in the empty space, and slowly stepped on the stairs to go up.

"This race is almost over." He smiled faintly.

Then, just as he was about to finish the stairs, Conan rushed out of the corner and jumped up and kicked him in the stomach.

The whole Ireland fell to the air and fell on the iron plate.

"The situation has reversed." Conan snatched up his pistol and said in a voice.

"Damn it!" Ireland covered his head and shook his head hard.

"Now, please hand over the memory card." Conan said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the light of the entire Tokyo Tower suddenly went out one after another, like a torch burning out the fireworks, leaving only the dark iron color like ashes.

"Come." Ireland sneered.

The roar of the helicopter gradually became clear, and the dazzling searchlight fell on this world, disrupting the sound of the wind.

Conan subconsciously raised his arm to block the strong light, but Ireland seized the opportunity, kicked his feet, and threw him forward and threw him on the stairs. He grabbed the pistol and pushed him on the forehead.

"Now the situation has reversed again." He grinned.

Conan's face was calm and his heart inevitably felt anxious.

At this moment, the Irish cell phone rang. He frowned, stood up to face the searchlight and answered the phone.

"It's me, how about it? Have you got the memory card?" Gin was sitting in the helicopter, looking indifferently at the figure like a target.

"Get it." Ireland took out the memory card.

Gin clearly saw the memory card in his hand through the display screen. He smiled silently and said, "I can't see clearly, you can stretch your hand a little longer."

In the cabin behind him, Chianti knocked on the sniper lens and slowly aimed at the still-moving live target.

On the other side, Ireland was unaware of it. Although impatient, he still held the memory card and reached out his hand forward until it became a line with his chest.

Ginjiu smiled with satisfaction at the corner of her mouth, and her pupils opened, "Do it!"

Bang!

Mingmie at the muzzle was hidden in the dazzling light. While the bullet broke the memory card, it directly penetrated Ireland's left chest, and blood lines splattered, interlacing light and shadows.

Conan said in shock, "Ah" and watched Ireland fall in pain.

On the helicopter, Chianti couldn't help but snap his fingers, "bingo!"

"I wanted to fire this shot." Cohen said weakly.

"Big Brother?" Vodka spoke hesitantly.

"Look at the bottom." Gin said calmly.

Vodka looked downward and there was already a circle of police cars under the Tokyo Tower.

"He can no longer escape." Gin said in a low voice: "Thank you for your hard work, Ireland."

But as soon as he said that, he suddenly saw the chassis in the display screen and quietly took it back with one foot.

"There is another person there!" His voice cold.

"What?" The vodka three were stunned.
Chapter completed!