Conan’s blood runs cold. She presses a button. The elevator descends to the underground parking garage.
Conan kicks the elevator wall, activating his . It shoots upward, pulling him out of the line of fire. As he swings, he flicks his wristwatch—a tranquilizer dart flies toward Vodka, hitting his neck. Vodka collapses.
“Find me.”
The elevator stops. The doors open to reveal Gin, Vodka, and Kir, standing beside the Porsche. Gin raises his gun, the muzzle aimed directly at Conan’s forehead.
“He’s bluffing. But the police will come. Kir, kill him.” Detective Conan Episode 425
Suddenly, his (set to track the Organization’s hidden frequency) crackles. He hears a fragment of a conversation:
“Kir. You have a tail. A little spy. In the west vent.” Conan’s blood runs cold
“Welcome, little detective. Or should I say… Shinichi Kudo?”
Conan freezes. Kir’s eyes flick toward his hiding spot. She smiles—not cruelly, but with a strange, warning sadness. Conan kicks the elevator wall, activating his
But just as Conan leans closer, a cold voice speaks from behind him.
At the Mouri Detective Agency, Conan Edogawa is watching the evening news with Ran and Kogoro. A report comes on about a series of strange “accidents” happening to corporate executives connected to a shadowy weapons syndicate.