Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

"I'm not a wife!"

Miyano Shiho's face turned red, remembering Kudo Yuji who followed Kuroba Kaito to chase the gems. He raised his feet and ran downstairs, preparing to run in the direction of Kid's flight.

"Don't rush yet."

Suzuki Jirokichi looked at Kuroba Toichi again: "I want to thank you. If it weren't for you, my daughter wouldn't be so cheerful and lively."

"I like Yuko very much, she is a smart child." Black Feather Thief adjusted his hat: "My wife does too."

"Anyway, I want to thank Kidd."

Naturally, Suzuki Jirokichi would not spend money to thank him. He knew that for people like Kuroba Toichi, money is just a piece of paper to them, and maybe sometimes it is worse than a piece of paper.

"In this way, I will make the decision on behalf of the chairman for the losses Kidd caused to the Suzuki Consortium in the past, and let bygones be bygones."

Suzuki Jirokichi patted Kyogoku Makoto's shoulder: "I will not spread Kid's true identity. I will also help you find Pandora."

The blue cube he took was the Pandora they called it. Don't be ridiculous. He had noticed something was wrong from the confrontation between the two parties just now. The stone was indeed a man-made fake as Kudo Yuji said.

And it is very possible that Black Feather Pirates made a fake, but he didn't know why he didn't tell his son. The boy who was so angry obviously didn't think carefully about the strangeness inside.

(Yuji: So I told you earlier that his IQ of 400 was definitely filled in while Aoyama was sitting on the toilet.)

"The purpose of bringing up so many things is..."

Kuroba Toichi would not believe that this was Suzuki Jiroyoshi, an old Japanese businessman. Except for his ancestors who could not sell, his descendants could not sell, and he himself could not sell, there was no room for negotiation for anything else.

"I hope that every time there is a gem exhibition in the future, Kidd can compete with me." Suzuki Jirokichi grinned: "And I won't propose a duel myself."

They want to create the illusion that Kidd and the Suzuki Consortium are not dealing with each other, and then make a lot of money from this. The Kuroba Thief immediately saw Suzuki Jirokichi's true thoughts, but the corner of his mouth curled up: "What kind of treasure is Kaito's target? I don't have the right to decide for him."

"Then... just make sure that this fast gem will never appear again." Suzuki Jiroji carried it on his back: "Thank you for your hard work."

If the gem was stolen by a black gang, the insurance company would at least compensate him, but if he got it back, he would really lose 400 million.

"Let's go."

There was another sound of fabric pulling caused by the unfolding of the hang glider. After a few breaths, Suzuki Jirokichi turned around again and found that he, Kyogoku Makoto, Suzuya and Miyano Shiho were left staring outside.

"Where's Yuko?"

"She left with the Kidd family." Suzuya nodded to Suzuki Jirokichi, then disappeared on the rooftop with a flash of his heels.

"Then, Mr. Suzuki, I have to go find Yuji too."

After tightening his backpack, Miyano Shiho put on his mask and cap and went down the stairs.

……

Holding the steering wheel in his hand tightly, Vodka squinted his small eyes.

A human head emerged from behind the driver's seat. Chianti was holding a donut in his mouth and pushed Cohen on the passenger seat.

"Let's change seats."

"Just now...you were the one who wanted...to lie in the back."

In order to hide their identities, the trio did not drive any luxury car from Los Angeles to Las Vegas. Instead, they borrowed a large truck from the organization to do the task, driven by Vodka, a transportation master.

As soon as he got into the car and saw that soft cushions could be placed on both sides of the space at the back of the truck to form a small bed, Chianti clamored to take a nap. As the only woman among the three, although she usually hates others seeing her as a woman, at times like this, Chianti is still flexible.

Of course, this is completely unnecessary, because Vodka can't just lie down and let the truck drive itself, and Cohen has never wronged Chianti, so she still enjoys the precious sleeper.

However, Chianti's pride did not last long. When they first entered Nevada, they were puzzled when they saw that the vodka did not follow the nearest route to Las Vegas on the navigation system, but instead went south.

"When you borrow someone else's car, you must complete their tasks, otherwise my brother's face will be bad in the organization."

"Although his face is already stinky, what mission did you agree to do before you borrowed this car?"

At that time, Chianti was still covered with a small blanket, and the air-conditioning in the cab was not very strong. It was separated by a small curtain. Chianti only wore a vest and hot pants, and looked at the roof of the car comfortably.

"The people from the organization bought some goods from Canada and asked me to take them to Las Vegas."

"Are you crazy?!" Chianti immediately opened the curtain, revealing only his head: "The boss does extortion, kidnapping, but only drug trafficking. Are you afraid that he will shoot you to death when you go back?"

It seems that when Gin was young and on a mission in North America, he was plotted in a bar. If he hadn't been in good health and the drug was not synthetic, it would have been impossible to quit in just one year. .

Rolling his eyes, Vodka snorted: "If you tell me, it's just ordinary smuggling."

"Then why are you so obscure? It's not something shameful."

Chianti scratched three inches below his ribs. While lamenting that he had lost his femininity for so many years, he was glad that it was great not to have grown so big that it would affect the feeling of shooting a gun.

"So...what...is it?"

"You'll find out soon."

Half an hour later, they stood by the empty bed of the truck, listening to the gurgling sounds coming from inside, and covering their mouths to avoid smelling the smell. The three of them, with their heads covered with white chicken feathers, looked at the manager together. members of the goods.

"What's the matter, three adults?"

This is a standard black guy. He is sitting on a recliner. Although his tone is polite, his hands and mouth are full of oil from eating fried chicken, and his eyes always look like he despises the three of them.

"You smuggled and got some chickens?!"

The price is too low. After all, this transaction is conducted through the channels of the organization. Belmode actually only allows his own people to buy and sell poultry?

"Chicken is our source of happiness." Every time Hei Ge said a word, the meat on his body would tremble three times, making people convinced that he had definitely eaten these hormone-fighting chickens smuggled in from Canada.

"And don't underestimate chicken. We can sell one chicken for five times the net profit."

"Is it really so profitable?" Vodka has made a lot of money in the past six months. When he heard that the profit was good, he asked: "Where did it come from?"

Brother Hei glanced at him, then picked up a piece of watermelon from the table at hand and ate it.

"The offal and claws will be sold to Chinatown, and those Chinese people are willing to eat them. The rest will be given to fried chicken restaurants that have good relations with the organization, and they can also make a lot of money."

The main reason is that Canadian chickens are cheap, and 80% of the cost of a chicken is hormones.

Brother Hei winked: "If you deliver it on time, you will be rewarded."

In short, the three people took a car full of live chickens on the road. Because the sleeper berth was closest to the body of the car, Chianti was also tortured by the crow of the chickens and clamored to change seats every two minutes.

"Vodka, let's swap?"

Although she doesn't know how to drive a big truck, there are always first times. (End of chapter)