officer, but how? He would hardly believe a child except…. Yes, the smartest thing to do was to call in the voice of a senior official like Megure, or better yet, Matsumoto. Then you would take the warning seriously. Conan had enough organizational experience now that he didn't rule out a sniper. Someone like Korn or Chianti could have positioned themselves on the roof of a multi-story house opposite and wait for the target person to leave the building. After Hakuba was safe, Conan would find this person and use them to get at the boss of the Men in Black. At least that was the plan. An adventurous plan, as he had to admit. He just couldn't fail? Like the other times ...He had been so close on their heels, but it ended in Akemi Miyano's death. Shiho's sister. Even wormwood escaped his grasp and Irish died right before his eyes. A bullet in the chest, but it didn't stop him from making a final request. To smash the organization. Many relied on him, he knew that. Especially Ai.

The elevator stopped and the clerk stumbled in the hallway.

"Tsurugi, where are you? The boss is waiting for the presentation," the man was snapped at by a woman in the hallway.

"Amamiya-san ..." he stuttered and followed her immediately.

Conan unloaded the things he had worn, then wanted to run away. He just heard how a plump man yelled at the two subordinates, then he was on the way to the 14th floor, where, according to Akai, there should be a makeshift office for the chief police officer.

The young detective had hardly stepped into the corridor when a group of people came towards him. He didn't know any of them. Or no! Not correct! One person actually looked familiar to him, only he hadn't expected her. It was Saguru Hakuba, also a student detective whom he had met several times. What was he doing here?

Of course, Chief Police Officer Hakuba was his father, so it was not illogical that he should pay him a visit.

"Hey boy, are you lost?" He was asked by a corpulent man who appeared to be Hakuba senior.

At first Conan didn't know what to say.

"Aren't you ... Conan-kun aren't you?" Said Hakuba junior.

Conan looked embarrassed and tried to think of something. But his fellow detective seemed to recognize the predulie he had gotten into.

"By the way, he's an old friend of mine, he's also a detective," he introduced Conan to his father.

He smiled, apparently he didn't know what to think of it.

"It's so stuffy in here, let's go out." Suggested a smartly dressed man and led both Hakubas and Conan into the elevator.

"You ... you don't want to go out now, do you?" Asked the detective, startled.

The chief police officer gave him a reproachful look.

"Yes, after a long time, I'm finally taking my time off to spend the evening with my family. Nobody will give me a backhand," he said critically.

Conan wanted to object, but already failed because of the policeman's steadfast, stoic look. He wanted to confide in Saguru Hakuba, but how? Even if he believed him, his father and his colleague wouldn't.

The elevator stopped faster on the first floor than he expected. Nobody got on, nobody who could stop the group. If he did nothing now, the organization would strike. Merciless. Should he inform Akai? Or withdraw and call in Matsumoto's voice?No, he neither knew the number of the chief police officer, nor did he have time for it. He stood in front of the men and turned his arms around.

"So ... can't you show me around here?" He pleaded.

But neither of the two officers paid much attention to him. Saguru Hakuba eyed him, he seemed to want to assess what the boy was trying to tell him. It was too late. The two men headed for the exit, Conan and Hakuba followed them closely. They were three feet from the glass door before Conan reached the extreme. He raised his arm and anesthetized the chief police officer with the anesthetic chronometer. It would look like a fit of faintness, there was no other option. He prepared for the action and ... it did not materialize. Conan stopped, as did the rest of the group and the guards at the entrance. At first it was just an indefinable noise, a clink, as if glass had broken somewhere. Conan watched broken glass fall onto a car parked a few feet in front of them. Then the man.

There was an infinitely loud bang caused by the impact of a very fat person. More broken glass, everyone present covered their faces. The car's alarm system sounded shrill and the guards tried to get an overview. Conan and Hakuba approached and looked in disbelief at what was left of the car. Conan recognized the person, it was the plump man who had yelled at his employees. Now he didn't complain anymore, he didn't have the opportunity to do so. Because he was dead, there was nothing to be shaken about.
Skyscraper Complex - 400 yards from Parliament Building
Chianti crouched in her crate and almost collapsed from the heat. Why did it have to be the roof of all things? Why not one of the lower floors? Quite simply because it had been difficult to find a building with empty offices. And this skyscraper was the best point from which one had a view of the entrance to the parliament building. The agent in the vicinity of the chief police officer had informed them that the target person would step out of the building in a few minutes. Chianti's fingers twitched, she hadn't killed in too long. Other women her age probably spent their time shopping or at single parties. Chianti, on the other hand, is taking care of their AK-47. She cherished and looked after them and got something in return. It was the rush that went into her when she pulled the trigger and the bullet flew hundreds of meters and hit the target person's forehead.

Bang.

The person crashed to the ground.

Bang.

She was dead.

Bang.

It was like a catchy tune for Chianti, she felt the addiction and absorbed it completely. She finally had to kill someone again. Her last bullet was for one of her own agents, Irish, who, though not renegade, deserved it.But that was weeks ago, she needed the 'shot', in the truest sense of the word. Then the thing for the shopping center, she hadn't understood why Gin had aborted the mission. She would have loved to shoot Shuichi Akai in the forehead, it would have been a trophy that she would have loved to have infected.

Then the time came. The target left the building. Chianti had permission to shoot without asking, an opportunity she didn't want to miss. She recognized the fat guy who cavorted in the grid of her AK-47. He looked happy and balanced, let's see what it would look like with one, maybe two balls in the head and neck. Two other people accompanied him, as she could see from her position, but they didn't care. She was about to pull the trigger when it happened. A loud bang, then broken glass that rained down on the floor. How so? She hadn't shot yet, what was going on here? Then the heavy object from one of the above