Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, gunshots rang out.

Kil, who was shot through the shoulder, could not help but groan. The fingers that were originally holding the wire became paralyzed due to the instantaneous pain and lost the ability to grip.

The thin wire fell on the hard concrete floor, making a crisp sound.

Looking at Gil who was crouching down in pain through the gun smoke, Gin asked with a smile:

"What's wrong? Kiel, go ahead. You just wanted to remove the handcuffs, right?"

The look of ease was the most straightforward mockery, as if he was mocking the other person's naivety in playing such a trick in front of him.

Kir's expression looked a little grim, as he didn't expect Gin to be so sensitive.

She looked at Gin, who seemed to be really not going to let her go, and gritted her teeth to prevent herself from uttering any painful words.

At the same time, he did not seem to beg for mercy or change his words, but instead questioned:

"Before you get the exact information, Gin, are you going to take action? Aren't you afraid that the boss will blame you?!"

Every step taken as an undercover agent is a gamble with your life.

Gin wouldn't really kill her until Curacao's information was clear.

The Black Organization is currently very short of manpower, and the boss no longer has the same indifferent attitude towards these capable and easy-to-use codename members as before, in which they don't care whether they live or die.

However, these confident words were considered a provocation.

Gin didn't know what gave Gil the courage to openly challenge him during the time he was away.

Or is it the desire to live?

"Oh, that's not something you need to consider. I'll give you one last minute to explain the other undercover agents in the organization, or I'll kill you directly. Vodka, start the timer."

"Roger that. 60 seconds."

"Do you think I would play this kind of game with you? If I can really tell you the name of the undercover agent, wouldn't that be the same as admitting that I am also an undercover agent?"

Perfect logic.

Vodka, who was counting the time, remained unmoved.

Vermouth, who was watching the show nearby, was a little worried that Gin would really kill Gil. It was not a good idea to reduce the number of people in her own team.

But when she thought about Gin's recent madness, she was not so sure if she could stop him.

Well, forget it.

Even if Kiel died in the end, it was her fate.

Moreover, the other party had been a suspected undercover agent for a long time.

It is better to kill someone by mistake than to let him go. This is indeed the consistent style of this group of people who walk on the edge of a knife.

Vermouth couldn't help but think that if one day Gin had the chance to suspect that she was an undercover agent, he would kill her without hesitation.

Thinking of this, Vermouth shuddered and decided to stay away from that madman in the future.

"50 seconds."

Count down calmly and mercilessly.

Kiel looked at Vodka, who didn't even look up at her, and turned to look at Gin, the host of the interrogation.

The latter was also looking at her, seemingly appreciating the horrified expression on her face.

"It seems that I fired the shot too gently just now? Or are you planning to protect those remaining minions, Kiel?"

The word "gentle" sounds creepy coming from Gin's mouth.

Coupled with the "40 seconds" pronounced by Vodka, there is an inexplicable sense of being urged to die.

"I've already told you! I don't know anything about undercover! And I can say for sure that I'm not an undercover!"

"is it?"

Bourbon, who was standing by, had a half-smile on his face, watching Gin and Gil staring at each other and struggling like a bystander.

The hands behind his back couldn't help clenching into fists, and then loosening them weakly.

His undercover identity was stabilized by the blood and reputation of countless people, and he almost even lost Hiro.

save people?

No, he can't.

He even had to do it himself when forced to do so.

... Didn't Yun Xianhe say he had sent a text message? Why was Kiel caught so easily?

Confidence? Or will someone come to rescue her?

Toru Amuro didn't know about this.

As time passed, the number reported by Vodka became smaller and smaller.

Vermouth looked at Gin who was aiming the gun directly at Gil's head, and couldn't help but ask:

"Gin, are you serious?"

"Of course. She's so stubborn, I want to see if she'll cry like Westland before she dies."

Finally, it entered the ten-second countdown.

"10, 9, 8,"

buzz-

The vibration of the mobile phone was particularly obvious in the empty warehouse.

Vermouth took out her phone from her pocket. When she saw the text message alert, she smiled and said to Gin loudly:

"It seems we can get accurate information."

The warehouse fell silent in an instant.

Kil's heart skipped a beat, and he stared at Vermouth with a gloomy face, but he did not act rashly.

What if this was the action of that unknown guy...

Wait, how could she be sure that those people were on her side?

Thinking of this, Kil's face turned a little pale, but he still did not reveal the slightest flaw.

A tense atmosphere permeated the warehouse.

"Oh? Curacao has recovered his memory?"

Toru Amuro, who was standing next to Vermouth, tilted his head as if curious.

The latter did not give him the chance to read the message with him. After unlocking the phone screen, he quickly read the text message.

"Hmm - it seems that you can't do anything to Gil, Gin. What a pity."

"...Tsk."

A drawn-out reply, followed by a disapproving tut.

Having escaped the danger, Kil relaxed his shoulders a little. When he came to his senses, he found that his entire back was wet with cold sweat.

Bourbon said jokingly:

"Now it's 'fair' competition again."

But at present, it seems that he will have many opportunities to be reused, and now he should be able to obtain more internal information about this organization.

Gil looked at Gin, who still had no intention of putting down his gun, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face:

"I think I have been cleared of suspicion now. In that case, please help me remove the handcuffs."

"That won't work."

Vermouth's words made Kiel's nerves tense again.

The rest of the people in the warehouse turned to look at her as well.

"Although the message was indeed sent from a number in Curacao, we need to confirm whether it was really sent by the editor on the other side. Moreover, the other side may be in some trouble at the moment."

On the mobile phone screen that was automatically displayed was another unfinished email.

After stating that Kiel was not a traitor, the remaining few words caught Vermouth's attention - 'They are going to take me away'

I didn’t write down where I was currently, nor did I write down where I would be taken.

Although we have found out that the other party is currently being held in the police hospital, it is very difficult to snatch him back from those GAs.

Not to mention after the relocation.

No one present thought that they were planning to replace Curacao with a warmer and better hospital.

After seeing the words on the phone screen, Gin smiled and took out his phone from his pocket:

"Don't worry, if I'm not mistaken, they should start taking action."

The number dialed was connected quickly.

Chianti, who had been arranged to guard outside the hospital, looked at the familiar figure being taken out of the hospital and said cheerfully to the person on the other end of the phone:

"Perfect timing, Gin, those GA idiots are finally taking action."

"Sure enough."