Chapter 200 The Beginning of the Arms Race

After Officer Takagi and others left in a hurry, Conan brought up the old matter again and said, "Do you remember what I told you before?"

"What?" Xiaosong didn't understand.

Conan looked at Xiaosong deeply and explained, "Someone is investigating the uncle's affairs."

After the criminal stole the files, he secretly returned them, which was like setting a trap specifically.

But if you want to set a trap, there are many simple and effective ways, so why would you go to such trouble?

So Conan suspected that the criminal had other intentions, and he already had several suspects.

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The first one to bear the brunt is Vermouth. Conan has not forgotten this member of the Black Organization who appeared at the banquet.

The second is to suspect Judy, whose actions are also a little bit wrong.

So he wants Xiaosong to help investigate Vermouth. According to his understanding of Xiaosong, Xiaosong should know a little about Vermouth.

Komatsu patted Conan on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, it's definitely not a big deal."

Neither Vermouth nor Judy would harm Conan.

Conan doesn't know the details yet, so it's understandable that he's worried.

"Hmm? Do you know something?" Conan suspected that Komatsu didn't start information sharing.

This guy must have something he didn't tell him.

"How could it be? We are on the same boat. How could I have exclusive access to information? But you, I think you must have hidden something from me." Komatsu hooked Conan's shoulder and began to fool him.

Conan frowned. It was true, but it felt a little wrong.

Before Conan thought deeply, the situation in the bank in the distance changed dramatically.

In the bank.

Officer Takagi and others ambushed in the police station in advance and waited for the five robbers who rushed in later.

Everything was just as they planned. The criminal pulled out a pistol and threatened loudly, "Everyone, come out! Be honest!"

Inspector Megure came out from behind the counter with 20 or 30 police officers, all wearing suits.

The robbers didn't react at first, and when they did, Inspector Megure and others took out their guns and pointed them at the five robbers.

"Use the mail truck to place a bomb to attract our attention, and then the real purpose is to rob the bank, am I right?" Inspector Megure told the plan of several people, then raised the muzzle of the gun and continued:

"Now, what should you do?"

Normally, when five guns face 20 or 30 pistols, the criminals will definitely surrender.

Inspector Megure and others thought so, but the next moment, what happened far exceeded the expectations of all the police officers present.

The robber standing at the back pulled out a bazooka from his backpack and shouted, "Turn the situation around! Let me do it!"

"Bazooka?!" Inspector Megure's pupils trembled, and a drop of cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

It's bad, their firepower seems to be even stronger.

Are the equipment in the hands of the robbers so expensive now? !

You just robbed a bank, not a war, why did you carry a bazooka?

This has to mention a certain unknown person again.

Because he attracted a large number of arms dealers, and because of him, the products were unsalable.

In the end, only the "dutiful" and "honest" local residents could digest these equipment.

But this actually made many dealers discover business opportunities. Tokyo is a blue ocean!

It can actually digest so many arms equipment? ! Except for heavy firepower such as bazookas, other firearms are simply too marketable!

Are you still suffering from robbery without guns? Are you still suffering from the trouble of murder? Are you still suffering from being chased and intercepted by the Metropolitan Police Department?

Don't pay 999, don't pay 888, just 98, and you can take home a weapon that will blow your mind and open your chest immediately.

You! What are you waiting for!

An unknown person accidentally promoted the replacement of weapons and equipment of Tokyo gangsters, vigorously promoted economic circulation, and accelerated the economic recycling of Tokyo.

"Be honest, or we will all die together!" The robber carried a rocket launcher and never felt so proud.

Today he can say loudly that where there is oppression, there is resistance!

"Damn it!" Inspector Megure gritted his teeth and his eyes were cold.

Maybe the Metropolitan Police Department should update its equipment, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with this situation.

Inspector Megure made up his mind and went back to apply to his superiors.

Well, the vigorous arms race began to show signs at this moment.

Officer Takagi moved slightly closer to Officer Sato and stared at the robber in front of him.

Shiratori Renzaburo raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and also came over.

"Don't even think about it. You can't escape. Put down your equipment obediently. If you surrender now, I will give you leniency." Inspector Megure was naturally unwilling to let the prisoner go.

The prisoner carrying the rocket launcher raised his lips slightly, then aimed at the opposite side and said, "Although this place is remote, if I pull the trigger at the opposite side, at least a few people will die."

"They will die, but it's all your fault. You didn't cooperate, so I pulled the trigger."

"So, this high-ranking police officer, can you give way now?"

The other prisoners turned around suddenly and stared at the rocket boy in disbelief.

How did this guy suddenly get smart and think of hostages? !

Could it be that... a rocket launcher can increase IQ? ! !

"Damn it!" Inspector Megure looked across and saw a figure swaying by the window. Then he slowly put down his pistol and said:

"Put down the gun and let them go."

He could only listen to the robbers. They were not afraid, but they had to think carefully about taking civilians as hostages.

Upon hearing this, the others put down their pistols and could only stare at Rocket Boy helplessly.

"Thank you, officers. Please help me put the money in." Rocket Boy threw a backpack over.

Money, I want it too.

Escape safely, I want it too!

I want it all!

Rocket Boy had never felt so good before. Something in his heart began to wake up.

Inspector Megure took the bag and said, "Do as he says."

"Hahaha! Great! It's great!" Rocket Boy laughed healthily.

That's it! That's it!

This thing is really useful, much more useful than any pistol!

Ahahaha!

Wait, this feeling, could it be that I am the so-called child of destiny, or I am not necessarily the protagonist?

Am I in a light novel called ruling the world with a bazooka? !

In a short period of time, several scripts flashed through Rocket Boy's mind.

I have to say that his mind did turn a little faster, but it was a little drifting.

"Goodbye, officers, I'll take the money." Rocket Boy and his accomplices carried the money out, and then Rocket Boy locked everyone in the bank.

After doing all this, Rocket Boy left.