Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"You are so sharp. You are worthy of being the Heisei Holmes of Japan and the savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

Ireland knocked his pistol against the guardrail of the iron tower, making a clanging sound. Feeling the phone ringing, he took out his mobile phone. When he saw the incoming call number, he hesitated for a while, but still pressed the answer button.

"Why did you take so long to answer the call, Ireland? Is there something wrong with the mission?"

"No, absolutely not!"

Conan looked at the panic expression on Ireland's face in surprise, and guessed the person on the other side.

[Could it be... the boss of the organization! ]

"I completed my mission perfectly, and..." Ireland took the memory card from his pocket and put it in front of him. It was very clear under the light of the Tokyo Tower.

"And...?"

"And, I have an extra surprise for that gentleman. It is definitely a big surprise, the kind that shakes the world." Ireland smiled brightly, holding the memory card tightly, and looked at Conan like a wolf.

While Ireland was feeling proud, Rum on the other end of the phone took a puff of the cigar in his hand, slowly exhaled the smoke, told the driver to stop the car, lowered the window, and looked at the Tokyo Tower in the distance on the roadside.

"Let me guess, you are going to kill Kudo Yuji."

Ireland's expression suddenly changed, and he opened his mouth in shock: "You actually know about this!"

"My question is, why do you think I don't know, Ireland. In your eyes, are my boss and I such stupid people?"

The tone of the other end was obviously sarcastic and disdainful, which completely scared Ireland. He hurriedly explained, and only felt relieved after Rum said it was okay.

"Excuse me, can I ask a question, what is the purpose of the drug that the organization is currently researching in the drug laboratory?"

Rum took out a bottle of Japanese whiskey from the storage compartment of the car, poured a glass and sipped it, saying: "This is not something you should know, at least you should be higher than Gin."

[You have no chance...]

Although he didn't understand, Ireland also knew that if Gin didn't understand the internal reasons, then he had better not be so curious, at least not put his curiosity on the surface.

"Work hard, and all the inheritance of Pisk will be yours, Ireland."

After hanging up the phone, Rum drank the wine in the glass, wiped the glass with a handkerchief and put it back in the storage compartment, and saw the person he was waiting for in the rearview mirror.

The door on the passenger side was opened, and the person who sat in first touched the seat, and sat down steadily after feeling that there was no problem, flipped down the small mirror on his head, and saw Rum's appearance through it.

"I haven't seen you for three years. You've aged a lot."

"Yes, it's not easy for me to find ways to prevent Gin from knowing the truth about the research while he controls the laboratory."

Rum knocked on the door armrest with his hand: "The financial part should be separated, otherwise he will definitely be suspicious in the name of developing poison."

"He probably has doubts, but if he doesn't ask, he probably doesn't care at all." The person in front closed the mirror: "Just like he never cares about the people he killed."

"It doesn't matter. Our family has been a vassal of the crows for generations. Compared to his wife, I should be the boss's confidant."

"Got it."

Watching her open the door and leave in her leather shoes, Rum lowered his eyes, sighed, and complained to his driver: "My daughter is disobedient when she grows up."

"Sir, why is the lady..."

She has such a bad relationship with you.

Rum blinked, as if recalling the past: "When the medicine was first made, the boss asked me to choose a tester. I chose her mother in front of her, but her mother was unlucky."

[What else can I say? I would hate you too. ]

The driver didn't dare to complain, so he had to start the engine and step on the accelerator to drive to Tottori Prefecture.

………

An hour ago…

"Ireland is really amazing, making such a big noise."

Sitting at the bar of the organization bar, Chianti slowly wiped the sniper rifle in front of him with his hand, looking at the TV where the administrator Matsumoto promised the public that he would solve the serial murder case as soon as possible.

"But I was quite surprised this time. Obviously, Vermouth is also a beneficiary of financial power, so why would she agree to help Ireland disguise herself?"

Chianti's eyes lit up, and then turned to pull Cohen, who was also maintaining his gun: "Could it be that Rum ordered her to do this?!"

She had heard the old man in the organization (referring to Vodka) mentioned when he was drunk that Vermouth, Pisk and Rum were all code members of the same level. However, Pisk was executed for being stupid when he was old, and Vermouth's branch in the United States was hit hard by the FBI, so now they are only nominally at the same level.

"She must be very unwilling! Ah! I really want to see that woman's face when she breaks down. I'm tired of her expression that everything is under control."

"Your fantasy... is too... too rich... Chianti."

Although Cohen was wearing sunglasses, Chianti clearly felt that he rolled his eyes.

"It's just that... Ireland gave up... half of its... financial power and exchanged interests with Vermouth."

"I see, I understand!" Chianti picked up the wine glass and glanced at the ceiling in a pretentious manner: "Even if this half of the financial power is given to Vermouth, as long as these companies are still in Tokyo, Ireland can take it back sooner or later."

She nodded and suddenly thought of a question: "How did you know about this?"

After looking up for a moment, Cohen swallowed: "An... old man (referring to vodka)."

"You seemed to be having a great time chatting."

Hearing a familiar voice from behind, Chianti and Cohen stood up from their chairs at the same time, turned to look at the old man in the hat, who had already spoken on his behalf, like a mute gin.

"Rum has been given a mission, Ireland's identity has been exposed, and a large number of mobile troops are already gathering, preparing to go to Tokyo Tower."

Vodka felt the boss's slight cough coming from behind, and stood sideways with Chianti and the others, waiting for Gin's lecture.

"Information from the Metropolitan Police showed that the number of people was about 300, and the goal was to arrest Ireland and those he took to Tokyo Tower."

Under the confused gazes of the three people, Gin took out a tablet from his back, slid it and unlocked it.

"Before, he replaced all the people that the fat police department arranged under the Tokyo Tower with his own people. In addition to sneaking into the tower and others, he brought a total of 150 people, all of whom were peripheral members of the organization in Tokyo and those underneath. General group."

Frowning, Gin felt deeply tired. All of these 150 people were originally his subordinates, but they chose to defect there because of the incident in Ireland. Moreover, because these people were not betraying the organization, he could not kill them.

"Wow ~ 150 people, that doesn't mean that six out of ten Tokyo members have defected." Chianti yelled with no eyesight, and then shrank his neck when Gin stared at him with sharp eyes.

"What? I'm just telling the truth."