### Chapter 93: Akemi Miyano’s Request [Seeking Initial Subscriptions]

The next day, in Fujino's home, on the balcony.

Fujino watched the passersby below, casually glancing at his watch.

It was noon—the time to begin his revenge was at hand.

He headed to the underground garage.

Fujino took out a White Wolf cigar.

After lighting it, the white smoke once again transformed into a white wolf.

"Help me find Akemi Miyano."

As he watched the white wolf floating in mid-air, Fujino spoke in a serious tone.

"Awwooo!"

The white wolf let out a piercing howl and, after calmly circling once in the air, began to swiftly head in the direction it had chosen.

Seeing this, Fujino mounted his motorcycle and followed.

...

On the other side, Conan also arrived at the apartment of Akemi Miyano, known as Masami Hirota, riding his skateboard.

After searching the room, he quickly found the key to the safe where she had stored the one billion yen.

Just as he was excitedly reveling in his discovery, a figure suddenly appeared behind him.

Snap!

With a swift chop, Akemi Miyano knocked Conan unconscious.

"Isn't this the kid from the detective agency?"

Akemi Miyano looked at the unconscious Conan on the floor, murmuring.

She paused as she picked up the key from the floor and then…

She hesitated for a moment before placing the key into Conan's pocket.

"I'm sorry, Conan. I can't let you get caught up in this danger."

After taking a deep breath, she turned and walked toward the door of the apartment.

...

Following the white wolf, Fujino arrived at a location near a warehouse.

He donned his assassin's cloak and, in no time, spotted a vintage Porsche 356A.

"This should be Gin's car," Fujino's eyes narrowed as he observed the Porsche.

The Porsche 356A was Gin's beloved car.

Such a classic car was quite rare now.

He wondered how Gin thought he could go unnoticed driving such a conspicuous vehicle.

Shaking off his thoughts, Fujino opened the trunk of his black car.

After a moment, he took out the bomb he had made the previous night.

Placing the bomb in the trunk and checking the countdown, he confirmed everything was in order.

Fujino closed the trunk and said, "Gin, accept the judgment of fate!"

"Bang!"

At that moment, a gunshot rang out from a distance.

Without a silencer, the gunshot echoed loudly.

Fujino looked towards the source of the sound.

It was coming from the direction of the warehouse.

The shooter was clearly unprofessional… Wasn't this just attracting attention?

However, if it was a staged suicide, then it made more sense.

Fujino took a deep breath.

After confirming that his homemade bomb was functioning correctly, he crouched down and made his way towards the warehouse.

In the setting sun, at a warehouse in Tokyo.

The dilapidated warehouse was bathed in the red glow of the sunset. Several large holes in the roof, likely due to decay, allowed the sunlight to filter down, casting a dim, yellowish light inside the gloomy warehouse.

A woman lay on the cement floor of the warehouse, with the yellow light illuminating her.

She wore a brown fitted skirt, a deep red shirt, and a white suit jacket.

At this moment, blood flowed steadily from a gunshot wound in her abdomen, pooling into a puddle of blood on the sunlit floor.

Fujino, clad in a white robe and black mask, approached slowly.

As he neared the woman, a familiar yet unfamiliar face came into view.

"You are…"

Akemi Miyano struggled to lift her head, her hazy vision slowly focusing on a figure.

As her sight cleared, she realized the figure before her was not the one she had hoped to see.

Suppressing her sorrow, she gazed at the black mask and weakly whispered, "I've heard of you—Mihaka's Batman."

She had heard of this mysterious figure.

Known for using any means necessary to bring criminals to justice.

But why this person was here was a question she had neither the strength nor the curiosity to ponder.

"I've heard of you too."

Fujino bent down, revealing his face as he removed his mask and lifted the hood of his assassin's robe.

Seeing the face, which looked young but was unusually mature, Akemi Miyano's eyes widened in surprise.

But soon, her doubts were dispelled.

She recognized the face beneath the mask: "I didn't expect that the legendary Mihaka Batman would be just a high school student, barely older than my sister…"

She had seen this face in the newspaper.

The famous high school detective.

It was indeed surprising that the legendary Mihaka Batman was just a high school student.

"For someone about to die, there's no need to hide your identity anymore… cough cough!"

Suddenly, Akemi Miyano coughed twice, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

The blood, like blooming red roses, stained Fujino's robe.

Fujino touched the blood-stained robe with his hand, the pale skin now tainted with sticky, faint red blood.

"Even knowing that the organization would kill you mercilessly, you still came here."

Fujino slowly sat down, examining the wound on her abdomen where blood was still flowing. He shook his head, "Such a gunshot wound is beyond even my abilities to save."

This level of gunshot wound was beyond what he could heal.

Even with the enhancement from the White Angel, it was unlikely to help.

After all, the White Angel only amplified the healing effect.

For such a severe condition, an enhancement of at least 1000% might be needed to attempt any remedy.

"It's useless. It's already too late."

Akemi Miyano struggled to breathe, "Before I came here, I already knew the organization wouldn't let me go."

"That's a mysterious organization."

At this moment, Akemi Miyano suddenly grasped Fujino's hand: "As a low-level member of the organization, the only thing I managed to figure out was that the organization's representative color is black…"

"I know."

Fujino nodded silently, letting the blood stain his hand.

"In the end, I was useless, weren't I?"

Akemi Miyano's eyes suddenly glazed over, and she gave a self-deprecating smile.

"Though it's selfish, if possible, please protect my sister…"

Her breathing became increasingly labored, and the cold grip of death enveloped her body, "Shiho Miyano… She's an executive in the organization and knows a lot about it."

"She's been imprisoned by the organization since childhood and forced to research things, but she's a good child…"

As she finished speaking, her hand, stained with sticky blood, lost its strength and went limp.

"I accept your request."

To be continued

(The End of the Chapter)