Can you escape Conan's anesthesia injection today?

Standing opposite the city hall building, seeing the crowd evacuate and the police car arriving, Belmode finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the dilemma, but she couldn't show it on her face, "Gin, the police are here. "

Gin and her were not together, they were scattered at several entrances of the building for observation, but from his perspective, he could also let go of the anomaly of your flow of people, and the obvious police car that couldn't be concealed at all, he crushed out the cigarette in his hand , Throwing it into the bag held by vodka, "It seems that the bomber this time is relatively incompetent, Jura, have you dealt with him?"

Zhu La's voice came from the other side, a bit vague, as if she was also smoking a cigarette, accompanied by the sound of typing on the keyboard, "Well, let me see, he is at home and can solve it at any time."

"Zula, you actually planted a bomb in his house because you thought it would be useful?" Vodka's loud voice rang through the communication, full of puzzled excitement.

"He really wants to play some reasoning game with the detective. The time interval between several explosions is too long, and he will be stopped if he is not careful. Of course, this kind of person needs to be insured! But I didn't set the bomb, I I just suggested that he keep some explosives at home, so that even if detectives come to his house, he can threaten them with bombs." Speaking of this, Jura expressed his gratitude to this colleague who chose the art of explosion but failed to really bring troubles to society. , responded with even harsher ridicule, "This kind of idiot who will expose himself to the sight of the police, I knew he would not be able to accomplish anything."

Chianti was rather disappointed, "I don't care whether you are artistic or not, but if you are called out for a mission, it's fine if you don't kill people. You don't even see the shadow of the mission target. You have no energy to do things now."

"It's just that it didn't appear in front of your eyes. How could it be possible for those useless policemen to find the bomb in the city hall building so quickly. You must have received the news from the police, Gin, otherwise you wouldn't have made it earlier When it comes to the town hall building, you don't believe my speculation at all."

Vodka glanced at his elder brother's expression, and couldn't see any changes, but a faithful dog must have the subjective initiative to bite, "Is that also called speculation? You can't just say that your guess is always close to the truth." Call it speculation!"

"Hey, Bourbon? Why is this bastard calling me!" At this time, the phone rang here at Jura's place. Although the mission was about to end, he still asked Gin very politely, "Gin , can I take it?"

"Turn on the loudspeaker." Gin also wanted to hear what news the mystic wanted to convey to Zhu La when he called at this time. The two of them would choke when they met, and Gin always felt too deliberate when they didn't deal with it. See if they have any contact in private.

When the phone was connected, Bourbon's bleak tone came first, "Jura, is this bombing your mission? If it has something to do with Teiji Moritani, get rid of him as soon as possible, and don't leave anything behind."

Gin is not surprised that the best intelligence officer in this organization found out the relationship between Moriya Teiji and the bombing case and the organization without being informed, but he is not surprised. He is indeed a very good intelligence officer, otherwise he would be disgusted The mystic's Gin really didn't mind killing him, and he felt a lot more satisfied when he heard that he was trying to remind Jura to mop up.

Although the two of them have conflicting tempers, he is also relieved to put them together on missions. They can always do what they should do well. Find faults in the small things of the task and kill people.

But Zhu La was not very satisfied. When he heard the guy he had always hated pointing fingers at his mission, he first blamed him, "It's none of your business! Golden retriever bastard, you've been secretly checking my affairs again recently!"

Facing Zhu La's accusation, Bourbon's voice became colder and colder, "Oh, you caused such a big incident in Tokyo, if I didn't know, I wouldn't know how many times I was killed by you!"

"Tsk, don't you mystics like to play this game the most? Why? I'm disgusted by my own style! I feel disgusted too!"

Jura's words made Belmode and Gin, who were in the same communication channel with him, feel scolded.

First of all, Belmode is another staunch mystic well known in the organization.

The reason why this operation was kept secret was again out of Gin's usual caution, which seemed to equate his behavior with these disgusting mystics.In his opinion, keeping secrets is a normal thing, and it is not a big deal if members of the organization are accidentally killed by the bomb. After all, unlucky people can happen to be killed by someone who wants to kill the trading partner even when they go out to trade.The core of this organization is the direct descendants who have followed the Boss for many years. After that, there are members like Gin Jiu who have been raised by the organization, and people like Jura Bourbon who entered the organization halfway. Even if they get a code name because of their ability, they will never touch the organization. The more core part is nothing more than high-level cannon fodder that can make Gin call out its name.

Hearing what Jura said, Bourbon ignored him, "Forget me to say more, hang up."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this guy really has a bad temper, his face just looks like he deserves a beating."

After listening to their phone call, Gin Jiu directly ordered, "Deal with Emperor Moriya! The operation is over, we can disband!"

"Okay, everyone look east!" The communication did not hang up in time, and when they heard Zhu La's voice, everyone subconsciously followed his instructions and turned their heads, and then saw the reddish-brown explosion in a burst of rumbling sound smoke.

Gin didn't go to confirm whether Moriya Teiji was really in that house. Only Zhu La had contact with that person in this matter, and it only affected him if he didn't handle it cleanly. The insider in the TV hall will naturally send him news.

Zhu La was right, the insider in the Metropolitan Police Department did tell him that Kudo Shinichi had provided information to the police, but compared to the reckless boy he saw that day, the current Kudo Shinichi was more like a person released by an organization. The symbol is a business card used to gain the trust of the police to communicate.

Whether Kudo Shinichi is behind an individual or an organization makes no difference to Gin. Now his target is only Shirley. Zhu La's intuition has indeed pointed him in a direction, and another force may be involved in Shirley's disappearance.

Recently, the FBI was also lured to Japan by Belmode, and now Tokyo is really lively.

But it doesn't matter, the organization is hidden in the dark, roaming and surviving among various forces, these agents of all parties who cannot unite the front, always send people and intelligence in the encirclement and suppression of the organization, if they can find out Shirley Trace would be an absolute surprise for Gin.
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Those who organize these people who regard human life as a joke can't imagine how horrified Conan, Police Officer Megure and his team were when they watched the second residence of Emperor Moriya explode in front of them.

Is Teiji Moritani really the one the bomber must kill?This time, he didn't send out any warning letter at all, and detonated the bomb directly, leaving no chance for Moriya Teiji to survive.

My family and I are discussing the gin I wrote. It's either a cold-blooded killer or an old smoking gun... This chapter is another play of the black organization. Although I asked them to set off a firework, I still feel that I didn't write any villains. ...