Detective Conan: Death Note-Chapter 346: Well Done
The street was in chaos. Screams, honking horns, screeching brakes, and the sounds of metal colliding filled the intersection. No one at the
The street was in chaos.
Screams, honking horns, screeching brakes, and the sounds of metal colliding filled the intersection. No one at the scene had any idea what was coming next.
Akai Shuichi, who had been blown back by the explosion, rolled across the ground in a miserable state.
Fortunately, he had sensed something was wrong a second before the blast and managed to roll away just in time. The burning impact had scorched his back—injured, but not fatally.
Beep— Beep—!
A heavy motorcycle, thrown off course, now barreled toward him at high speed. Shuichi, who had just staggered to his feet and was still trying to get his bearings, looked up. The rider's terrified expression grew larger in his field of vision. Instinctively, Akai forced his aching legs to move, diving toward the curb and narrowly avoiding impact.
Just as he moved, the streetlight—damaged in the earlier chaos—finally gave way.
It crashed down directly over where Shuichi had dodged. His eyes widened in shock as the lamp struck him, causing him to stagger again and nearly collapse.
Sizzle... Sizzle...
Blue arcs of electricity flickered inside the shattered glass casing of the fallen lamp.
Luckily, the electric leakage didn't harm Akai.
As he caught his breath, he noticed the gunman in the distance had just finished reloading. Akai immediately shoved the fallen lamppost aside.
But just then—a spark. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
A flicker of electricity from the lamp touched the gasoline that had leaked across the street—the motorcycle's tank had been ruptured earlier, spilling fuel everywhere.
The arc ignited the gasoline almost instantly.
Flames surged like a fuse, igniting the scene again and triggering more screams.
Boom!
The fire spread to the downed motorcycle. In seconds, its gas tank ignited.
BOOM!!!!!!
The blast shook the street.
Shards of the bike's rearview mirror flew like bullets. Akai saw the gunman aiming again and bolted for cover. But just as he moved, a piece of flying glass slashed across his throat.
Blood gushed from the wound.
If viewed in slow motion with a high-definition camera, one would see the soft flesh give way as the glass pierced his neck.
His pupils shrank in pain and shock. His pace faltered. And then, the bullets hit.
In a breath, over a dozen bullets tore into his body.
Akai jerked violently under the impact, like a puppet with cut strings, and collapsed. His expression was frozen in disbelief.
People screamed in horror.
Seeing him fall, the gunman lowered his weapon, gesturing to Hisayama Ryo and the others to approach and confirm the kill.
Hisayama, wounded and immobile, watched as his companions hesitantly moved forward.
One of them checked Akai's body, but to be sure, he stabbed a knife into Akai's throat.
At that moment, the gunman seemed to receive a new order.
He turned and opened fire on nearby vehicles.
Da-da-da-da-da-da!!
Bullets rained down like a storm. Cars were riddled with holes, windows shattered.
Terrified drivers slammed on the gas, trying to escape.
The chaos escalated.
A small truck crashed into two other vehicles. Panic drove some to swerve into the opposite lane.
Hisayama Ryo's companion, Niida Yang, was still standing over Akai's body. But before he could react, a panicked driver swerved and struck him head-on.
Another explosion followed.
The small truck—carrying edible oil—erupted in flames.
The inferno spread quickly, rolling like boiling water down the street, engulfing Akai and Niida.
Everything was caught on camera.
After confirming the scene, the gunman on the motorcycle approached Hisayama Ryo, raised his gun, and shot him in the head.
Then he sped off into the distance.
The scene was left in total disarray.
Burning vehicles.
Scattered bodies.
Flames devouring the street.
And the arrival of police and fire crews—too late.
In the surveillance room, Gin watched the entire event unfold.
His body trembled—not from fear, but from adrenaline and a chilling euphoria.
His dark green eyes locked onto the screen fixated on the flames.
Even though the enlarged footage was pixelated and blurry, he kept watching. The shape in the flames, consumed and unmoving, had to be Akai Shuichi.
Gin finally exhaled.
Shuichi Akai was dead.
His usually calm expression twisted into something manic.
The madness in his face made Vodka shrink instinctively—it was the first time he had ever seen his brother like this.
Mission accomplished... Mission accomplished... Mission accomplished...
Cointreau's voice crackled in Gin's earpiece.
"Ah. I see," Gin replied curtly.
He was about to add "Well done," when his gaze passed over the bodies of innocent civilians, of Hisayama Ryo and the others.
He didn't care about them—they were worthless. But he wondered whether Cointreau had killed a few extra people for the thrill of it.
Still, the satisfaction of eliminating Shuichi Akai outweighed everything else.
"...Good job," he finally said.
Cointreau did not reply.
Gin stared at the screen again.
Hisayama Ryo and Niida Yang were nothing more than tools—disposable. Gin had planned to eliminate Ryo anyway. The man's face had been exposed, he was wounded and was of no further use. He would have been a liability.
As for Akai's body, still burning in the flames, Gin had no doubts left.
The man was gone.
The tracking reports, the confirmation by Ryo and Niida before the operation...
Everything was airtight.
Shuichi Akai...
was dead.
