Conan’s blood runs cold. She presses a button. The elevator descends to the underground parking garage.
A silhouette of Gin’s car fading into the fog. Text appears:
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.
“Understood.”
He fires. Conan dodges, rolling behind a concrete pillar. He pulls out his and mimics the police dispatcher’s frequency:
She sits two stools away from Inoue. Conan uses his to short-circuit a nearby TV, creating a distraction. In the chaos, he sneaks into the bar’s service hallway.
Cut to a dark, rainy street. A black 356A Porsche speeds through the night. Inside, Gin puffs a cigarette, his long silver hair illuminated by the dashboard light. Detective Conan Episode 425
Sirens wail in the distance. Gin snarls.
Conan arrives at the hotel, disguised as a young guest using a spare mask Haibara made. He spots a woman in a trench coat entering the elevator. Rena Mizunashi. Kir.
“The target is confirmed. The location is the Haido City Hotel, penthouse suite. The time is 19:00. The assassin is… Kir.” Conan’s blood runs cold
“This pattern… it’s too clean. No witnesses, no evidence. This isn’t random. It’s them.”
“So. The fallen detective’s ghost. Any last words?”
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. A silhouette of Gin’s car fading into the fog