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Moreover, Gin has also brought Kir in this time, letting her infiltrate the interview team as a reporter for Nichiri TV, serving as another hidden trump card.
The organization mobilized almost its entire force this time; he refused to believe they couldn't take down that mysterious man.
Vermouth glanced at Gin's cold expression. "I still hope you don't overdo it. Consecutive defeats will give others an opportunity."
Gin understood that the "others" Vermouth referred to were not external enemies, but rather people like Binga and Ireland.
He was prepared to confront the police head-on for this operation and planned to treat the mud ginseng gathering as a disposable item.
If it fails, the organization's many years of hard work will be greatly lost.
Even if that person doesn't say anything, he himself won't be able to stay in his position as the "top leader of the Tokyo area" anymore.
But Gin will not lose his confidence.
He didn't reply, but instead asked, "Haven't you made any progress on the tasks I assigned you?"
Vermouth sighed, "We can't find him at all. It will take some time before we can find any clues. This person is definitely not an ordinary street thug."
"Here's another piece of news for you: the FBI has tracked me down to Japan."
"Those people think they're hiding well and are just waiting to be traced, so they won't take any action for now."
"Once things are settled here, I'll establish a fake identity to divert the FBI's attention elsewhere, which can be considered a reverse fishing operation."
She stared into Gin's eyes. "Maybe we can lure out the real Shuichi Akai. You'd probably like that."
What I just said was merely a side objective of Vermouth's; I'm only revealing it now to prevent Gin from causing her trouble later.
After all, she planned to spend a long time searching for Shinichi Kudo to find out the truth, and also to find Sherry along the way.
Previously, Sherry was an important researcher, so Vermouth had neither the opportunity nor the reason to target her.
That's different now.
Once she finds the person, she can do whatever she wants with Sherry.
Not showing up often attracts Gin's gossip, which is very annoying.
Let's make things clear now.
Gin simply nodded without saying anything more, and Vermouth turned and left to go to the other lounge to replenish her energy.
Vodka, on the other hand, went with Gin to coordinate the manpower.
The memorial service will be held at 6 p.m., so there is still plenty of time to prepare.
Pisco is also making preparations.
He is currently in the wine cellar across the street from the Beihu Central Hotel.
The temperature-controlled environment inside the wine cellar was quite comfortable, and not many people came by, making it a good temporary base.
Perhaps it was to demonstrate that the elderly can also keep up with the times, or perhaps it was to highlight the social status of the association president.
Pisco now communicates with people in the organization much less using his mobile phone and mostly uses his laptop.
The old man's fingers were very nimble when pulling the trigger, but he typed very slowly.
Gin has made many mistakes in his recent actions, but I still suggest you wait and not make any rash moves.
With my support, and given some time, you might be able to take his place. However, Gin is indeed deeply trusted by that person, and it would be unwise to act rashly.
Pisco is chatting with his protégé, Ireland.
Ireland regarded him as a father, and he treated Ireland like his own son.
After years of training, Ireland has lived up to expectations and now holds a significant position within the organization.
Like Gin, Vermouth, and others, he also has the qualification to speak directly with the Boss, making him a key member of the third generation of executives.
Among his contemporaries, if it weren't for Gin's meteoric rise and his outstanding performance that attracted the Boss's attention, Ireland might be the current leader of Tokyo.
A capable person would not remain subservient to others for long.
Ireland's mindset is quite unsettled right now; they really want to dethrone Gin.
Pisco, having been through similar experiences, knew that power struggles couldn't be rushed, so he consistently restrained Ireland.
"Old man, stop nagging. I'll patiently wait for him to make a mistake."
Are you alright with this operation? Do you need my help?
The Irish tone was anything but respectful.
But Pisco was having a good time, a wrinkled smile on his face. "You little rascal, I'm not so old that I can't even do assassinations properly."
After laughing, his face quickly darkened again.
Having lived for so many years, how could he not know that this operation was a test and warning from someone?
"Old man, you've lived for so many years, yet you plan to watch us old brothers die one by one."
Pisco's gaze was resentful.
Among the organization's veterans, there are very few left who are still clinging to life.
Having worked for Karasuma Renya for so many years, they could naturally guess his identity and even more so, that he possessed some kind of "secret technique for immortality".
Unfortunately, the old man not only hid his skills, but also his true self.
At first, they were just working behind the scenes, but now they can't even be found anywhere.
Few people can see through life and death.
At least Pisco couldn't willingly give up his existing wealth and status when he knew there was a way to achieve immortality.
I've worked hard for most of my life to get everything I have now, but I'm about to die before I can really enjoy it, and the organization doesn't even have a retirement policy.
He's already this old, and he still has to be bossed around by a brat like Gin.
He doesn't accept it!
The turbulent thoughts caused my blood pressure to rise.
Pisco closed his eyes, took two deep breaths, and then started typing on the keyboard.
[No need for help. I'll keep the boss calm first, then I'll help you get promoted. Just perform well then and don't let me down.]
Pisco closed his laptop and stood up, pressing down on the table.
He was going to check on the arrangements for the memorial service, especially the fluorescent agents he had prepared, which were crucial for a perfect assassination.
At the same time, Lin Che also set off with the beautiful woman's hair clip.
He originally intended to go directly to the Beika Central Hotel, but then he thought about it and decided to show some "tokens" to Shigehiko Tobuchi.
The money is in hand; the experience points need to be settled in person with Lisael.
I haven't gotten the extra commission promised by Shigehiko Tobuchi and the information about the arms depot yet, but it shouldn't be a problem once we meet.
As long as he gets everything he's entitled to, it doesn't matter whether Shigehiko Tobukuro lives or dies. Besides, even if he escapes today, the organization won't let him go.
Lin Che felt that this person was too quick to give money; at least he knew his family was safe before he died, so he wouldn't have any regrets.
Time flies by as you rush on your journey.
Elementary school students are on holiday now.
Ai Haibara and Conan parted ways with the three children at the intersection, walking one after the other, as snowflakes drifted down from the sky.
Conan inexplicably thought of that very first night, when he and Ai Haibara were walking down the street in the same way, and he was terribly frightened.
"Hey, what was that dream you were talking about this morning? It seemed really important, since you've been so listless all day."
Conan, having run out of things to say, turned around and called out.
Ai Haibara glanced at him, her tone impatient, "I dreamt that Gin killed us all, including the Doctor, the children, and your Ran, leaving no one alive."
Conan: "..."
You're quite the dreamer, but don't dream next time.
Chapter 109 Conan's Operation in Progress
Seeing the expression on Conan's face, Ai Haibara rolled her eyes again. "I'm really sorry I had a really bad dream, but you insisted on asking."
"Alright, alright, dreams are always the opposite of reality, so don't take it so seriously." Conan pouted helplessly. "How could the organization suddenly find us? I think you just overthink things, that's why you have these kinds of dreams."
Dreams are always the opposite of reality.
So those spring-like scenes between me and Lin Che are also the opposite?
I miss Lin Che so much that I dreamt about him.
Ai Haibara realizes that no matter what Conan says, she is not satisfied.
She seems to be quite difficult to please.
I don't even have my period right now, so why are my emotions still so volatile?
The little girl felt a bit awkward. Suddenly, her gaze fell on the black Porsche 356A parked by the roadside, and she froze on the spot.
Conan followed her gaze a moment later.
This!
Conan saw this car last time downstairs at the Twin Towers!
He had planned to chase after it, but the car drove away as soon as he went downstairs. There had just been a death upstairs and a lot of information to be uncovered, so he didn't chase after it.
And now we've actually run into each other on the roadside!
Without a word, Conan was about to go over and take a look, but Ai Haibara quickly grabbed him, "That's Gin's car! Let's go!"
go?
It was such a rare opportunity to find this!
Conan shook his head firmly. "There's no one in the car. Since I have the chance, I certainly won't leave. I'll go in and plant a bug and then leave. You should hide first."
“The locks on this antique car are very easy to open. I’ll call Professor Agasa over here.”
You're really stubborn!
They even want to call Professor Agasa over to die with them.
The doctor is so good to you.
Are you even human?!
Ai Haibara has absolutely no way to deal with Conan.
She wasn't really willing to hide by herself, and after struggling for a couple of seconds, she went with Conan.
Across the street.
Gin led Vodka to buy cigarettes at a convenience store.
Given his habit of taking two puffs and then throwing it away, it's a miracle that the pack of vodka cigarettes has lasted this long.
The two walked out of the convenience store, and Gin immediately opened the packaging and lit one for himself.
"Brother, the personnel relocation is almost complete," Vodka said in a low voice. "However, the Mud Ginseng Association doesn't seem very willing to cooperate."
Gin's eyelids drooped. "It doesn't matter. As long as they contribute to this operation, we can always support a new one later."
In reality, the Muddy Sand Association's influence is not that great, and it is far from being one of the so-called three major Japanese yakuza groups.
The organization won't expend so much energy supporting a large yakuza force; it's mainly used as a scapegoat and to handle some follow-up matters—enough is enough.
Vodka nodded. "I'm more worried that they're not doing their job properly. Too many people have died, and the morale of the troops is unstable, which will inevitably lead to problems."
"Then let's keep applying pressure." Gin casually left those words behind and strode across the street.
Gin's disregard for traffic rules angered drivers, leading to a cacophony of honking horns.
Gin was already incredibly annoyed lately, so he pulled out his pistol, aimed at the driver, and pulled the trigger repeatedly, emptying the magazine in just a few breaths.
The streets descended into chaos.
Conan in the Porsche 356A was completely dumbfounded.
Just because someone beeped a few times, they'd start indiscriminately killing people in the street?!
He wasn't unfamiliar with Gin, but the other party had never done anything like this before!