The famous criminal in the world of Conan

My name is Tequila, I’m 41 years old, meters tall, and I’m from Kansai.

He used to be a bounty hunter, but later he felt that it was not good to be alone, so he joined an organization and lived the life of a regular soldier.

Because of his excellent skills, outstanding abilities, and courage to fight, he was quickly promoted to a full-time position in the organization and was given a title.

Today, I have another mission.

The task was simple: get a list from someone who was frightened by the organization.

Of course, it’s not free.

The organization pays the money and he makes the list, it's fair.

As for why he wanted money, it had to do with the 150 million yen he owed in the organization's casino.

They induced him to gamble, making him lose big and win small, then used threats and inducements to make him owe high-interest loans, and finally kept demanding the repayment, forcing him to hand over what the organization wanted.

This is the organization's usual method, and it works well against 80% of people.

Of course, as a formal employee, I don’t need to take care of these trivial matters. The lower-level employees without code names will handle them.

This task today was assigned to me by Gin. Probably because he saw that I had just massacred a small gang last time, so he let me do an easy job so that I could have a legitimate rest.

Also, since my car was damaged in the last operation, Gin asked Chianti to bring me here today.

Apart from anything else, her Dodge Viper is really cool. After completing this mission, I have to get one too!

Originally, I didn't want Chianti to follow me. I could handle such a simple mission by myself, and if she followed me, she would take away my mission funds.

But, it's all because of that person............................

The man who has the same taste in clothes as us and has the same temperament as us.

If Gin hadn't known him, I would have thought he was in the same industry.

It’s him—Baima Song.

This is a name that Gin once mentioned. Gin said that he "has a bloodthirsty heart under his seemingly calm appearance."

In the past, I thought Gin was exaggerating, but after seeing it today, I realize that he really lives up to his reputation.

Those of us who work on the edge of a knife can see that feeling at a glance.

To be on the safe side, Gin asked me to bring Chianti with me, otherwise, if he caught me, I would be in trouble.

I have always been very confident in my abilities, but for some reason today, I agreed with Gin.

So, Chianti came along with me.

I was responsible for entering the Mantiantang Company and conducting a face-to-face exchange, and Chianti was responsible for providing reconnaissance on the periphery and necessary fire support.

After entering the Mantiantang building, I quickly saw the trading partner.

He has a handsome face and appears to be very confident and romantic, but that's just an appearance.

I still remember how he confidently pushed out chips in the casino, lost everything, and bowed and knelt before the lower-level members who came to collect debts.

That's really, hehe............................

According to him, if we go directly to trade, it will be disadvantageous to both parties, so we have to find a suitable and covert trading method.

He mentioned exchanging number plates.

He said that Mantiantang Company has a storage service where you put your things in the storage, and when you want to pick them up, you use the number tag to pick them up.

Therefore, as long as they each deposit their own things, they can complete the transaction by simply exchanging number tags.

Although I despise his wimpy look, I have to say that this is indeed a good method.

So, I followed him and waited until he put the box containing the list in it.

I also deposited my box containing my money in there.

After I deposited my suitcase, there was a press conference for Mantiantang Company. I have never been very interested in these electronic things.

So, I didn't go in to see, but just kept an eye on the trading partner to see if he did anything excessive.

As a result, he really does seem to have very little guts.

After the press conference, we started the formal transaction.

Exchanging number plates is also very simple. I just need to find an opportunity to bump into his, and then I can make small adjustments based on my excellent technical ability.

Soon, I saw him going to the bathroom and I knew this was my chance.

So I followed immediately.

But I didn't expect that this guy seemed to be brave. He even brought that Bai Ma Song along.

Although I am still a little afraid of the white horse pine, it is impossible for me to be timid.

According to the original plan, I walked up and ran straight towards the trading partner. The moment of collision, I completed the exchange.

However, the boy's body was a little weak, and he was knocked down in one fell swoop.

In order to warn him, I glanced at him. I thought he would not dare to make any move.

After changing my number plate, I thought it was time for me to go back.

At this time, Chianti's voice came from the headset.

"Hey, Tequila, something seems wrong!"

"What do you mean, chianti, please explain clearly."

I frowned and asked Chianti.

At this time, my experience as a veteran tells me that I should pay attention to the information and advice of snipers because they can see farther than I can.

"It seems that the number plate of the transaction partner has been replaced."

"what?"

I asked in surprise, if this is true, then all my work would be in vain.

"Chianti, are you sure?"

"I'm sure I saw someone take out his number plate."

Chianti's voice was very certain. It seemed that I would have to make one more trip.

"Who changed the brand of our trading partner?"

I asked.

"It's the honest-looking man in blue."

Chianti said so.

I also quickly found the man she described.

Honest? On the surface, yes. But inside, he doesn't seem to be very honest.

I walked towards him, bumped into him, and exchanged number plates.

If Chianti had told me earlier, I could have saved some money, but now...

Forget it, the money is what the trading partner deserves, and we have professional ethics.

I took the briefcase from the counter with what should have been the correct number tag.

After finishing everything, it was time for me to leave the scene. Although I didn't know why the honest man changed his number plate, it was definitely not a good thing, so it was better to leave first.

Just when I was about to leave...

"boom!"

An explosion occurred.

It looked like the honest man tried to open what he thought was a list and got killed.

Tsk.....how pitiful.

Fortunately, Chianti is here, otherwise, I would be the one opening the box.

but..............

I turned around and looked at the scene, and found that the white pine seemed to be looking at me, with such sharp eyes!

He seems to have set his sights on me!