[Conan] Black And Silver: The Bond Of Rivals Chapter 11

Deep Mountain Tracking: The Little Detective Approaches

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the deep mountains.

Professor Agasa’s yellow Beetle stopped at the end of a forest path. Conan Edogawa, Ai Haibara, and the rest of the Junior Detective League all got out of the car.

Jodie Starling and several FBI agents were already waiting there, their expressions solemn.

This mountain forest is too vast, and the distribution of sentries is unknown. A reckless full-scale search could easily alert the enemy, Jodie said, her brow furrowed as she looked at the map. If Gin is alerted, Shu might be in danger.

Conan crouched on the ground, his fingertips lightly tracing the marks in the soil. A cold, sharp light reflected off his glasses.

After Gin took Mr. Shuichi Akai, he didn’t head toward the city. Instead, he chose the deep mountains, which means there must be an Organization safe house here, he said in a steady tone, sounding nothing like a primary school student. Furthermore, the location is hidden and the signal is jammed, making it easy to control Mr. Shuichi Akai and stall for time.

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya looked around: But the mountain is so big, how are we going to find them?

With the Detective Badges. Conan raised his hand and showed his badge. I’ve already adjusted the frequency. As long as we get close to electronic equipment, jammers, or the Organization’s communication devices, it will emit an alert tone.

Ai Haibara’s face was still somewhat pale. She instinctively lowered her voice: Gin is very cautious. There must be peripheral sentries here. We must be careful.

She felt a bone-deep fear toward that top killer of the Black Organization.

Genta, Mitsuhiko, Ayumi—you three form a group and search slowly toward the left. If you notice anything wrong, contact us immediately via the badges, Conan quickly assigned the tasks. Haibara, you and the Professor stay in the car on standby to provide backup at any time. Miss Jodie, you and your team come with me to the other side.

With the arrangements made, the group immediately split up and took action.

The forest was lush with vegetation, and sunlight filtered through the leaves in dappled spots. It seemed peaceful, but danger lurked beneath the surface.

Conan and Jodie walked side by side, keeping their footsteps light as they vigilantly observed their surroundings.

Are you and Mr. Shuichi Akai… very close? Jodie couldn’t help but ask.

She always felt that the tacit understanding and trust between these two had long since surpassed a normal cooperative relationship.

Yeah, Conan nodded slightly without much explanation. We’ve gone up against the Organization together several times. He’s helped me out a lot.

With a simple sentence, he naturally filled in the history of their acquaintance without breaking character.

Just then—

Beep—beep—

The Detective Badge in Conan’s hand suddenly began to beep urgently.

There’s a signal! Conan’s eyes narrowed. It’s just ahead!

The two immediately quickened their pace and quietly circled behind a large tree.

Not far ahead, two men dressed in black were leaning against a tree trunk smoking. Firearms were faintly visible at their waists; they were clearly peripheral sentries for the Organization.

In the direction behind them, the silhouette of a small cabin hidden among the trees was faintly visible.

Found them, Conan whispered, his eyes sharp. Mr. Shuichi Akai should be inside.

Jodie’s heart leaped into her throat, and she instinctively reached for her gun.

Conan immediately held her back and shook his head slightly: Don’t be impulsive. Rushing in now will only alert them. We need to confirm the situation inside first before making a rescue plan.

He took out a small portable telescope and quietly aimed it toward the cabin.

His gaze pierced through a gap in the window, and a familiar black-clad figure flashed by—

It was Gin.

And not far from him sat a tall, upright figure. Although only a profile was visible, Conan recognized him at a glance.

It was Shuichi Akai.

He’s okay, Conan sighed in relief, but then his expression darkened. But Gin’s guard is very high. A direct assault won’t work.

Jodie suppressed her anxiety: So what do we do now?

Conan lowered the telescope, a glint of determination flashing across his lenses.

Wait.

Wait for the most opportune moment.

A light breeze blew through the forest, making the leaves rustle.

A silent confrontation quietly unfolded inside and outside the cabin.

On one side was the obsessive and persistent Gin; on the other were the steadily approaching little detective and the FBI.

And caught in the middle, Shuichi Akai was about to face the greatest turning point in this fated entanglement.