The famous criminal in the world of Conan

"Ah,"

Gin smiled coldly.

"Vermouth, I've already told you not to play such childish tricks."

"Okay, okay—"

Vermouth shrugged helplessly, her voice full of cuteness and mischief.

She tore off her human skin mask, sat down at the bar, propped up her face with both hands, and threw a wink at Gin.

"You really have no interest at all."

"Humph--"

Gin didn't buy Vermouth's trick at all. He snorted coldly and glanced at Vermouth coldly.

"Don't talk to me about this stuff."

"What are you doing here today?"

Gin thought he knew this woman, Vermouth, very well. She was always capable of doing anything and was extremely hypocritical.

When she wanted information, she would tell others "cooperation is needed" or "this is the intention of someone in the organization"; but when others wanted her information, she would say nonsense like "secrets make women more feminine" or "I'm a mystic", which made Gin very annoyed.

But he also knew that Vermouth's position in the organization was indeed special. As long as she did not commit any serious mistakes in principle, the organization would not choose to punish her.

Therefore, Gin's attitude towards Vermouth has always been not to provoke her, but he will not reject her casually.

If the other party has something to ask him, he will help for the sake of the organization, but he will not take the initiative to find Vermouth to do things.

"Can't I come and have a drink with you guys if I have nothing to do?"

Vermouth blinked her beautiful big eyes.

But unfortunately, there is no one around who can appreciate her beauty.

Vodka doesn't dare to look, Gin is too lazy to look, and the people around are not worthy of looking.

Seeing that Gin didn't give any reaction at all, Vermouth was not angry.

She took out a disk from under the bar, placed it on the bar, and slowly pushed it to Gin.

"Ok?"

Gin frowned slightly, took the disk with his right hand, raised his head and glanced at Vermouth.

The meaning in his eyes is very clear. Whatever you want to say, just say it now, don’t waste time!

"Haha, this disk contains identity information."

Vermouth smiled faintly.

"It belongs to that 'master' you were obsessed with some time ago."

"Ah......"

After hearing what Vermouth said, Gin couldn't help but sneer again, but this time there was a hint of murderous intent in his sneer.

The expert he had been thinking about before was naturally the guy who was so bold as to invade the organization's network.

He handed the matter over to the intelligence team, after all, everyone has their own expertise.

Now, it's time to see the results.

but......

"Just these things?"

Gin stood up and looked down at Vermouth.

"If nothing else, I'll go catch this mouse first."

"Good luck to you,"

Vermouth smiled and gestured to Gin.

"The organization's rats need to be cleaned out."

As she said this, she blew a kiss to Gin with her fiery red lips without making any requests.

Haha - a pretentious woman.

Gin felt unhappy, then snorted coldly, swung his black windbreaker, turned around and left the bar.

When Vodka saw Gin walking out, he immediately followed him.

A moment later, the two got on the Porsche 356A.

"drive."

"Oh, okay, big brother..."

Vodka responded subconsciously, then suddenly remembered,

"Brother, I still don't know where the mouse is now?"

Listening to Vodka's abstract question, Gin glanced at him coldly.

Vodka scratched his head in confusion, not knowing what he had done wrong.

"Go back to the safe house."

Gin reminded coldly.

"what?"

Vodka was even more confused.

"Brother, aren't you going to catch mice?"

"call--"

Gin let out a long sigh, not bothering to explain to Vodka, but repeated his words again.

"Go back to the safe house—"

"Ah, yes, yes, brother!"

Feeling that Gin seemed a little angry, Vodka quickly nodded and agreed.

The car drove out at the fastest speed.

Gin looked at the city night scene passing by outside the window, his eyes gradually becoming cold.

Vermouth never finishes what she says, and her most important words are actually the last ones.

The rats in the organization need to be cleaned up. So how many rats are there in the organization?

Vermouth doesn't know the answer to this question, Gin doesn't know the answer, and even that gentleman doesn't know the answer.

Some time ago, a daring guy dared to invade the organization's network. He was certainly a rat, but were there other rats behind him? Were there any rats among the Tokyo members he brought with him?

Gin didn't know, but he really wanted to know.

In this case, we need to think carefully about this matter.

How to effectively implement...rat eradication!

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"Well, it looks pretty good, doesn't it?"

Maori Kogoro was in a clothing rental store, holding a photo of himself wearing strange clothes, and happily shared it with the owner of the clothing store.

"You know that large theme park Cartoon Kingdom, right? I, the famous detective Maori Kogoro, was invited there to be elected as the director for a day!"

"At the time, I thought that if I went there directly, it would be a waste of my feelings and the theme park would have spent so much money to invite me here."

"So, I came up with an idea,"

Maori Kogoro said this while shaking his head.

"That means changing into interesting clothes and having fun with the people."

"As a result, this idea was very popular. Everyone was very happy to watch my performance. The theme park even promised me that I would be the director for a day next year and the year after next!"

Maori Kogoro said, patting the owner of the clothing store on the shoulder, looking very proud.

"I will come back to rent your clothes when the time comes, so don't go bankrupt."

“Ahahahahaha….”

As he said this, Kogoro Maori couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The owner of the clothing store next door didn't know what to say when faced with Mouri Kogoro, an overly enthusiastic customer. He felt angry but dared not speak, so he could only smile silently.

Conan next to him couldn't help but complain in his heart: No one said that at all, can't you see that others see you as a weird uncle and stay away from you?