Boom—!!!
A deafening explosion rang out.
Beneath the wooden bench where Hoshimi Miyabi sat, a high-powered remote-controlled bomb, secretly installed beforehand, was instantly detonated.
A massive fireball, accompanied by thick smoke and shattered wood splinters, shot skyward.
A powerful shockwave violently spread outwards, overturning nearby interview equipment and even creating intense ripples in the distant fountain pond.
"No—!"
Conan, who witnessed the explosion from afar, let out a cry of horror.
He couldn't believe that the powerful Hoshimi Miyabi, would just... Thick smoke billowed, obscuring everything.
Gin looked at the expanding flames and black smoke, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
"Mission accomplished. Everyone, retreat according to the planned route."
However, his smile froze the next second as a gust of wind sweeping across the plaza briefly dispersed the smoke.
Not only him, but all other Black Organization members observing the scene, including Conan who was rushing towards the explosion site, all saw a scene that left them stunned—
Amidst the swirling smoke and lingering flames, a graceful figure slowly emerged.
Hoshimi Miyabi still stood in place, unmoving.
Around her body, a thin, transparent shield, seemingly formed by countless tiny stars, was slowly dissipating.
The ground outside the shield was scorched and a mess, yet she herself was spotless and unharmed.
Vodka looked at the unharmed Hoshimi Miyabi, his jaw nearly dropping in shock, his words becoming incoherent.
"A-Aniki! She... she's fine! Even the bomb couldn't hurt her, what should we do now?!"
Gin's face was so dark it looked like it could drip water, and a vein throbbed in his temple.
"Retreat!"
After a brief thought, Gin calmly made his judgment. With such a commotion, the Japanese police patrol and mobile units would soon surround the area.
He growled into the microphone. "Everyone, retreat along the pre-planned route, disperse and evacuate immediately! Quick!"
Almost simultaneously with Gin's order, Beika Central Park had plunged into immense chaos.
The violent explosion and the towering flames terrified the originally leisurely citizens.
People screamed and cried, running around like headless chickens, pushing and trampling each other, leaving the scene in disarray.
Mizunashi Rena struggled through the chaotic crowd, needing to retreat as ordered while also avoiding being knocked down by the panicked masses.
During a violent shove, she stumbled, and a black low-heeled leather shoe accidentally fell off, landing on the ground and being kicked far away by the running crowd, sole upwards.
Conan, who had been anxiously watching the scene, his eyes lit up.
"Good opportunity!"
He, like a nimble corgi, used the advantage of his short legs to squeeze against the frantic flow of people, heading towards the solitary shoe.
His heart pounded. As long as he retrieved the bug, the biggest hidden danger would be eliminated, and Uncle Mori and Ran would be safe!
However, just as his small hand was about to touch the shoe.
Another fair and slender hand, almost at the same time as Conan, grabbed the shoe.
Conan's movements instantly froze, his heart skipping a beat.
He slowly raised his head, looking up along the hand.
He met Mizunashi Rena's astonished eyes.
Mizunashi Rena clearly hadn't expected to encounter Conan again here, and in such a way.
And why was Conan picking up her shoe? It couldn't be to take it back to hold rice, could it?
Her psychological resilience, honed by years of undercover work, quickly allowed her to regain composure.
She first swiftly removed the miniature communication earpiece from her ear, discreetly slipping it into her jacket pocket, blocking the possibility of the Black Organization hearing their conversation.
Then, she bent down slightly and said to Conan. "Little brother? What are you doing here? You couldn't... have been secretly following me, have you?"
Conan was completely startled and stammered in reply. "N-no! It's just a coincidence."
"Is that so?"
Mizunashi Rena stared at Conan for a few seconds, seemingly accepting the explanation.
"Oh, I see. Thank you, Conan, thank you for helping me pick up my shoe."
Saying this, she very naturally took the shoe from Conan's hand, quickly put it back on her foot, and fastened the buckle.
She gave Conan no chance to remove the bug.
"Alright, Conan, you should leave quickly too, it's very dangerous here."
After speaking, Mizunashi Rena stood up, no longer lingering, and turned to jog away.
Conan futilely extended his hand, watching helplessly as the opportunity to retrieve the bug slipped through his fingers, his heart filled with a sense of powerlessness.
Just then, in the Black Organization's communication channel, Jane Doe's urgent voice suddenly rang out.
"A large number of unidentified vehicles and personnel have appeared on the outskirts of the park! We are surrounded! Judging by their style of action and equipment, it's the Japanese Public Security Bureau and the CIA! They were prepared!"
Gin immediately raised his binoculars and looked at the main intersections on the outskirts of the park, his face becoming even more grim.
Indeed, multiple plainclothes personnel, acting in perfect coordination, could be seen rapidly establishing a blockade, and in the distance, vehicles with flashing police lights were approaching.
"Damn it!"
Gin cursed under his breath,
"Everyone, force your way out! Bourbon, Kir, you two cover the rear, protect the others' retreat! Don't get bogged down in fighting, retreat on your own after shaking them off!"
Behind a relatively secluded green belt on the edge of the park.
Amuro Tooru and Mizunashi Rena, both intending to act as informants for their respective sides, happened to run into each other.
They exchanged glances, their eyes complex.
It was as if they were saying, 'Cover the rear is one thing, but why are you so close to the enemy?'
Now, trying to pass on information would be difficult.
Neither of them dared to gamble.
They watched as their colleagues from the Japanese Public Security Bureau and their counterparts from the CIA were closing in from both sides, both feeling extreme internal struggle.
Amuro Tooru couldn't truly go for the kill against his comrades from the Japanese Public Security Bureau, they were the companions he swore to protect.
But Kir was watching from not far away, and if he appeared too soft-hearted, it would immediately arouse suspicion.
At that point, not only would he be exposed, but all the efforts of the Japanese Public Security Bureau could go to waste.
Ultimately, he made a painful decision.
Amuro Tooru's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly leaned out, his pistol firing continuously without hesitation in the direction of the charging CIA personnel.
He couldn't shoot the Japanese Public Security Bureau, so he could only make the CIA suffer.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bullets precisely avoided vital points, hitting the thighs of the several leading CIA agents, incapacitating them.
"Ugh!"
"F***! I'm shot! I'm shot!"
Screams and exclamations rose and fell, and the CIA's assault momentum faltered, with several agents falling to the ground.
Amuro Tooru's expression was stern, like a ruthless Black Organization killer, but only he knew that with every shot he fired, his heart was enduring immense torment.
On the other side, not far away, Mizunashi Rena watched Amuro Tooru so vigorously attacking her CIA colleagues, and an unnamed anger flared in her heart.
This Bourbon! He really is the Black Organization's most loyal mad dog! So ruthless!
To avoid exposing her identity, Mizunashi Rena gritted her teeth, also quickly raised her gun, aiming at the Japanese Public Security Bureau personnel who were outflanking from the other side.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Her marksmanship was equally precise, bullets whistling towards non-fatal parts of the Japanese Public Security Bureau personnel.
"Watch out!"
"Cover!"
"Ugh! My leg..."
Several people on the Japanese Public Security Bureau side also instantly fell.
Mizunashi Rena's face was like frost, but her heart was bleeding, every pull of the trigger filled with guilt.