The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Kumair, this madman...!"

With a sudden brake, the vodka was almost loaded directly onto the van in front, and he didn't even care about the call and hadn't even hung up. The other party could hear it clearly and couldn't help but scold him.

He was chasing after Kamal, a relatively skilled driver with a two-passenger capacity. Driving was already stressful, and if he wasn't careful he could be swept away by the traffic. And then this sudden slam on the brakes...

Rear-end collisions between vehicles are easy to deal with, but when the collision occurs on a motorcycle, the safety of the rider is difficult to guarantee.

"Oh, what's wrong? Did you crash?" Tang Ze's voice was still full of laughter, as if he hadn't heard his extremely corrupt curse at all. "Then it seems that my plan is working well?"

Vermouth supported herself on the ground with one foot, looked at Shuichi Akai in front of her who seemed a little confused because of the sudden stop, pursed her lips, and didn't dare to say anything.

Kumail didn't even look at the circumstances under which he crashed into the car.

The car that Curacao was in was similar to that of Akai Xiu, a small sedan.

Almost as soon as he changed lanes to the leftmost lane, Kumail turned the steering wheel and passed through the gap between two cars in the adjacent lane, completely knocking the entire car out of the guardrail of the bridge.

The two cars could have crashed together, the speed was quite astonishing, and it was inevitable that the road would have fallen into complete chaos.

In a hurry, the vehicles behind them, and even some cars in front that were unaware of the situation, soon had a series of collisions, and the traffic on the entire bridge almost came to a standstill.

"We've indeed stopped them all." Vermouth added reasonably, "Do we need to shoot Akai Shuichi now?"

It didn't matter whether Akai Shuichi was beaten to death or injured. What she didn't want most now was that she didn't want the child in the passenger seat to be involved.

Whoever that is, it's trouble, so it's best to shut up Shuichi Akai.

"Shoot directly at the surveillance section? Vermouth, stop talking nonsense." Gin's voice was cold and stern. "Kumair, check the condition of Curacao and the others in her car. Don't leave anyone alive."

"Yes Yes--"

Kumail added lazily with a long drawl, and then fell silent, as if he was really trying to find a way to go into the water to confirm the situation.

When he fell into silence, the motorcyclists who were chasing the car finally started to have a heated exchange.

"Really? Traffic is paralyzed, and our plan to take people away is also difficult to carry out?!"

"Taking Kiel away under surveillance would attract a lot of attention. Kiel is a well-known figure."

"It's easy to deal with them if we just identify the target and force them into a corner..."

Gin listened to the noisy voices of several people, frowned and stared at the electronic map in front of him, thinking about his next strategy.

Kumail was prone to playing the risky role in any plan, and at this point, it was no use blaming him for making moves without warning.

If he had been more obedient, he wouldn't have developed the character he has today. A dog can never become a wolf.

So Gin's thoughts quickly skipped over "What's wrong with Kumail?" and moved on to the next step without any internal friction, thinking about how to effectively solve the problem on his side.

"Now that we've locked onto the target, let's identify the occupants of the car before the police arrive. Cohen, Chianti, abandon the vehicle you were tracking. Lock down the location of Vodka and Vermouth."

"As for the shooting..." Chianti, shrouded in his helmet, glanced at the backpack he was holding. "My rifle is protesting against this quiet scene."

"Leave the shooting to those out of sight. I'll be there soon."

Since Gin had said so, the others naturally had no objection.

Except for Vermouth, who was nervous again, they had all turned the car around and were ready to continue according to the instructions given by Gin.

"The driver of the third car is a pretty sturdy driver. I'm trying to get to the other side of the car without alerting him... Hmm? Kiel?!"

Just when Vodka was about to get off the motorcycle and walk to the other side of the vehicle, the vehicle that had just stopped suddenly turned, as if it didn't care about its life, and ran directly over the flower bed in the middle of the road. It turned around and left in the opposite lane where there was no congestion.

The process sounded very quick, as if this was also the FBI's escape route, but Vodka's expression at the scene was almost twisted into a ball.

Because from his angle, he could clearly see that the car was not controlled by the driver at all, but by the person who had been leaning on the passenger seat with his head down, who seemed to have taken advantage of the gap when the car stopped to suddenly jump up.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and grabbed the driver's steering wheel and the middle gear lever. Soon, under Vodka's horrified gaze, she ran in a twisted serpentine manner, switched to the opposite lane and left this lane.

"Oh no, big brother! I don't know if Kiel's men are fighting with the driver for the steering wheel. The car seems to have run away again!"

"Ok?"

"But, they're already closer to the hospital... so, uh, then, doesn't that mean..."

Vodka looked in the direction they were going and broke into a cold sweat.

Cars No. 1 and No. 2, which were in the front, had already passed Beihu Central Park, but Car No. 3 was still heading in front of the park because its route was completely different.

If we turn around like this again, we'll be heading back towards the starting point...

"He's heading towards you, Gin." Vermouth finished his words and curled the corners of her mouth, "It seems that Akai Shuichi is also planning to catch up."

"What do you mean you're planning to catch up?" Gin, feeling the veins on his forehead throbbing, bit the filter of his cigarette tightly. "Explain clearly."

Although her feet had already touched the ground and she had plenty of time to run over and stop it, Vermouth simply switched hands to hold the phone.

Then he changed his foot and stepped on the ground.

It was as if these two simple actions showed that she had tried her best.

Vermouth looked through the sunglasses of her helmet and watched the two figures quickly flip through the flower beds and reach the other side of the road. Then, she said something to the driver on the side of the road, quickly changed to another car and got in, shrugged.

"Ah, he didn't show off his stunt driving skills. He just got out of the car, switched to the other side, drove away." Her tone was leisurely, as if she was describing something insignificant.

"Huh?!" Chianti let out a loud and incomprehensible onomatopoeia over the commuter.

"Your target, and your enemy, are both heading your way. Get ready."

----

"How did you determine Gin's location, Mr. Akai?"

There was no time to sit in the passenger seat, and Conan knew that sitting in the front seat would make him a target of public criticism, so he got into the back seat and looked at the Haido Central Hospital getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but ask.

Of course he knew that Shuichi Akai, who was not only undercover in the organization but also had a real code name, was so familiar with the organization that it must be difficult for outsiders like them to imagine. However, the fact that he could locate Gin's possible location based on the positions of a few trackers was still a bit too advanced for a detective who relied more on reasoning rather than empiricism.

"It's actually not that hard to tell." Akai Shuichi, who had already finished running in with the new car, turned the steering wheel quickly, adjusting the front of the car almost instantly. "Since Gin didn't show up himself, he'll have to take charge of the situation. It's pretty much the same role as James here."

Rather than being a decision-maker, James is more of a transit station for intelligence gathering and exchange, and his main role is to maintain efficient information integration and communication.

He guessed that Gin's role in this incident must be similar.

"On the surface, there's no distinction between codename members. All codenamed members have equal access to basic resources, facilities, and manpower. But you know, that's impossible in a large organization." Akai Shuichi kept an eye on the surrounding streets, trying to find the familiar Porsche, while giving Conan a brief, semi-scientific explanation. "For a transnational criminal organization like this to have only two tiers, it would be absolutely disastrous."

It’s all about management, what to manage, how controllable is it, and whether the nature of the management itself is critical...

The purpose of hierarchy is differentiation, which is basic common sense.

If a second-in-command like Rum really had the same authority as other codename members, the undercover agents wouldn't have to work so hard.

"Gin's role is complex. He's not the absolute manager who can make decisions about the entire organization, but if he wants, he can almost get the authority to dispose of everything. Now that he's involved, the commander of this operation is no longer a matter of course."

Akai Shuichi said this, but quietly swallowed the other decisive reason.

Also, since Tang Ze was a participant, but not much information was communicated to him in advance, it means that Tang Ze's identity was a supporting role that was relatively independent of the mission.

There are very few people who are qualified to have Kumail as a supporter. If the current person in charge is not Gin, it is probably Bourbon.

...Bourbon planned the plan and then had Tang Ze crash the police car off the bridge. That story is a bit too scary.

"This is the first time I've heard of this." Conan, holding onto the handle tightly, widened his eyes slightly. "Since his authority is so high, why did I witness the transaction?"

He was not surprised by Gin's position in the organization. Based on his current contact, there were actually not many members in the organization who were as chilling as Gin just by looking at their temperament.

If a guy like this is just a lackey in the organization, it would be too scary.

But since he is a manager, why would he stoop so low as to go to Dorobiga Park and ride the roller coaster just for a scheme to extort money?!

For that plan, even if the box was filled with US dollars, how much would it cost?

No intelligence agency can be short of mid- to high-level informants, right?

"...It's a long story." Akai Shuichi, who probably knew what kind of role Gin usually played, had a strange look on his face.

Gin's growing suspicion is closely related to the fact that some basic tasks of the organization always go wrong.

You let your subordinates do their tasks, and then if they make mistakes, you have to find someone to deal with them. If this person can't be dealt with well, you have to find a third person to deal with the previous one...

For example, to get rid of Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi, Pisco was sacrificed, and then Vermouth and Kumail were sacrificed for assistance, and finally Gin was sacrificed to kill him himself... The situation of the big fish eating the small fish, like Pisco, is not common in the organization, but it is not uncommon either.

"Personal involvement is a good quality, even in a criminal organization. Probably," Akai Shuichi concluded, feeling overwhelmed. "Never mind that for now. Since Gin plays a similar role to James, his location, including his preferred method of communication, is very easy to determine."

"It won't exceed the hospital radius by much?" Conan guessed.

"One kilometer. It might even be in the hospital parking lot." Akai Shuichi gave a chilling answer.

While they were actively moving and trying to conceal their plans, perhaps in a corner of the parking lot, the real mastermind was quietly watching them.

It’s no exaggeration to say that this scene is from a horror movie.

"In that case, it is very likely that he chose the vehicle as the command point." Conan judged calmly.

The actions ahead are highly volatile, and there are also sudden changes in the situation like now.

In order to ensure mobility, whether it is to keep up to handle the task or evacuate early, the commander should choose a flexible vehicle like James before.

"Yes. And Gin just has to drive..."

"...it could almost only be the Porsche."

Tang Ze let go of his hand and slid down the rough bridge pier to the bottom. Under the horrified gaze of Feng Jianyu, he jumped over the drop in the water in just a few seconds and landed beside him.

"When will Gin change this habit? Maybe he'll be harder to find." Tang Ze sighed, "This can be considered a kind of literary disease of classic criminals."

"What and what..." Kazami Yuya wiped his face, which was covered with small scratches, and raised the unconscious person in his hand unhappily, "Well, how should we deal with this?"

You can't blame him for having a bad temper. After being thrown down like that, he's really grimacing.

The FBI is being tailed one-on-one by the organization, so the problems in Curacao can only be solved with some assistance from the Japanese public security.

It was for this reason that Feng Jianyu agreed to Tang Ze's special skills request.

Even if the technological components are sufficient and the effects are excellent, it will still hurt.

"Just leave it to me. You know, I've always been resourceful."