Detective Conan: Death Note

The crowd in front of the department store scattered in panic at the sound of the gunshot. That's why the sleek black Porsche 356A looked so

The crowd in front of the department store scattered in panic at the sound of the gunshot. That's why the sleek black Porsche 356A looked so conspicuous racing down the street.

Jodie noticed it immediately.

The black German coupe— in informed eyes, it was practically synonymous with Gin himself. As its dark form approached with deadly intent, Jodie felt her heart clench.

Then she saw Shuichi Akai's face—and his smile.

A fearless, righteous smile.

"Akai!?"

She stared in shock as he pulled a gun from his hand.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

In no time, muzzle flashes erupted and bullets sped toward the speeding Porsche.

But another car was faster than Vodka's.

Camel roared into view in a red sedan, executing a miraculous powerslide before screeching to a halt in front of the department store.

"Get in—NOW!"

The driver, leaning out a rolled-down window, shouted urgently.

Without hesitation, Jodie grabbed Akai's arm and darted through the hail of bullets toward Camel's car.

BUM… BUM… BUM…

Bullets punched through the red car's trunk, leaving dark punctures in the metal.

Moments before the bullets landed, the red sedan's taillights flashed off, its wheels spun furiously—and with a slammed door, it roared away.

Vodka saw their escape and floored it—no question who mattered more than FBI agents left behind.

The Porsche unleashed its unexpected horsepower, moving with razor-sharp efficiency through the chaos.

Vodka, tailing the red car, stomped the accelerator—and felt the pressure.

There was absolutely no mistake: their driver was a pro.

—

Inside the red sedan, Gin, riding shotgun, glanced up in the rearview mirror. He spotted James standing in the plaza, dialing his phone.

A crooked smile spread across Gin's face.

"Begin the operation."

The command was relayed instantly to all agents.

All around the department store, engines ignited in unison as vehicles surged forward.

Tequila revved his souped-up Hummer.

Across another street, Vermouth reached for her Harley's throttle, looking at Kir with a soft grin.

"We're finally back in action, Kir."

"I don't need this pep talk."

Clipping her helmet low over her face—masking her recognizable features—Rena Mizunashi muttered:

"But… what are we doing here, exactly?"

"Who knows?"

Vermouth laughed.

"Maybe it's just for the show."

Beneath her visor, Rena frowned.

She hadn't been given any details—only orders from Gin to wait here.

What was the plan? Honestly, she didn't know.

Her only task now was to follow orders.

For Eisuke Hondō'ssake—her brother—Rena Mizunashi steeled herself for bloodshed.

Both women opened their throttles and launched toward their targets.

—

Meanwhile…

"Would you like me to box this watch for you, and pay by card?"

"Of course—one moment, please."

At the counter, Hayashi Yoshiki selected a refined timepiece and smiled at the clerk as he sent a text to Korn.

"Korn replied 'OK' within seconds."

Outside, Korn had left the department store garage in an unremarkable sedan, heading quickly toward the hotel Chianti had used as a sniper position.

As he arrived, he saw several plainclothes officers sprinting from the hotel toward the department store.

Before long, Chianti emerged with a stormy expression and jumped into Korn's car. Zipping her seatbelt reluctantly, she snapped:

"What the hell—'my mission is complete'!? Why the hell was I set up like that?! Gin—what's his deal?!"

"It was Cointreau's plan."

"Huh?" she grumbled.

"Even the police arriving—that was planted by Cointreau."

As Korn drove them away, Chianti's face must have been a mask of disbelief.

What kind of absurd plot was this—calling the cops on her?

But Korn calmly explained as he turned the car:

"He had a backup room set up on the same floor. When he tipped off the police to storm your sniper spot, and they found nothing… but then heard gunfire at the department store, they ran out—right where the red car was positioned. Clever play, and you got out without being pinned."

Chianti's scowl softened—until Korn's next line set her blood boiling once more:

"Honestly? I envy you, Chianti."

"Damn you!" she spat.

"Now… Gin's next orders."

"Say it!"

"We're going to kill. FBI agents."

"Seriously!?"

Chianti doubled over in disbelief…but then threw her head back and released a harsh laugh.

Eagerly, she hefted her rifle.

The sniper team's car roared to life.

—

Meanwhile, Hayashi Yoshiki strolled near the mall's elevator, watch in hand, watching from an upper floor.

James Black stood below.

As the man who fired the shot inciting the chaos, James needed to hide—but not before making some calls.

"All teams—relay your real-time locations. Dart's on his way."

"Above all, stay vigilant."

"And be careful with Akai…"

"If he's truly him, fantastic. But even if he's a trap, capturing him is still a win."

James kept his eyes on the crowd.

Plainclothes cops had arrived, pulling badges and sealing off the area while questioning witnesses.

James slipped away into the crowd quietly.

His controlled blank shot had been dangerous—but the crowd's crush shielded him.

Thankfully, right now, the police were focused on the man seen pulling a gun and fleeing in a car.

James overheard them calling for backup.

The perfect diversion—as planned.