On the possibility of Gin's younger brother taking his older brother away

Two weeks later, while on a business trip, the car that Yasuteru Domon was riding in suddenly exploded and fell off a cliff out of control.

All the bodyguards and assistants who accompanied him died, and he himself did not escape either.

This heinous terrorist attack once again attracted widespread attention. Although there was a lot of commotion outside, it did not affect the peace in the stronghold at all.

After receiving the message from Ramos that the mission was successful, Gin chuckled, causing Vermouth to look at him strangely.

Is this relaxed-looking guy still the cold-hearted Gin?

Vermouth supported her chin with one hand and looked at Gin's expression which was rarely seen in a century.

"What good thing happened?" she asked curiously.

"DJ is dead." Gin narrowed his eyes, leaned back on the leather sofa, and said happily.

"Oh?" Vermouth didn't react at first, but she was not surprised by the news.

She had said before that no one could escape from the organization.

"It seems you have a third act script."

Vermouth was thoughtful. When talking about the mysticism in the organization, she would think of their intelligence team, but in her opinion, Gin was not much more straightforward than them.

No wonder he boldly terminated Plan B and turned his attention to the Maori Detective Agency when executing Plan B. It turned out that he had a third plan.

On the surface, he looks like a killing machine, but he is as cunning as anyone else.

"Congratulations, now that DJ is dead you can report to him." Vermouth crossed her hands to support her chin and asked:

"So, our lovely Gil, what are you going to do?"

Gin's voice was nonchalant: "Find the hospital where the FBI is hiding her and bring her back."

"Good luck."

Vermouth drank the Kirk in front of her and tidied her hair.

"But you should think carefully about what I just said."

Vermouth stopped in front of Gin and curled her lips in an ambiguous way: "Time waits for no one."

"Hmph, it's strange for you to say this." Gin sneered, mockingly.

Vermouth ignored him and strode out of the base without looking back.

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At Haido Hospital, Judy was shocked to tell Shuichi Akai the news.

She thought that after Yasuteru Domon withdrew from the election and no longer posed a threat to the organization, they would abandon the assassination plan.

It now seems that the organization is still as inhumane as ever.

Akai Shuichi listened quietly, feeling a little surprised but also aware of the situation.

What really led the organization to make the assassination plan was not Yasuteru Domon's candidacy, but his own stance.

Even if they quit, the organization will not let any threatening person lurk.

James, who was sitting nearby, asked: "What do you think about the way Domon Yasuteru died?"

"Domon Yasuteru himself knows that he has made too many enemies, so he pays special attention to security," Akai Shuichi analyzed.

"Every time he travels, there are people checking his vehicle, which means that the bomb this time was most likely planted by someone close to him."

Judy looked serious: "Did the organization bribe the people around him?"

"It could also be an impersonation, after all, there is Vermouth." Akai Shuichi said.

Vermouth's disguise skills have played a key role more than once.

"You mean it was Vermouth who did it this time." Judy thought for a moment, and it made sense to say that.

"What a tough enemy."

James lowered his eyes and concluded, "While Keel is asleep, pay more attention to whether there are any suspicious people approaching. If there is anything unusual, control them directly."

"Yes."

The room was silent for a moment, and James asked again: "Have the bodies of our unfortunate comrades been sent back home?"

Judy nodded: "It has been sent back secretly."

After investigation, it was found that the organization had already been paying attention to these companions who stayed behind to lurk.

The reason why James and his team destroyed their base before they arrived in Neon was probably to find out the time and place of their arrival.

But what they didn't know was that James had no intention of following the predetermined plan from the beginning. Although it was a bit cruel, he trusted the members of his department more.

"That's good." James clasped his hands together and put them in front of his mouth.

He also reminded Akai Shuichi: "While searching for the organization's traces, also pay attention to your own traces. The Neon police will be a little nervous during this period, so don't let them notice it."

"Although I'm sorry about what happened to Mr. Domon, what we need to do now is to protect Keel."

James looked at Judy again: "Don't tell the child about these things."

"clear."

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"what!"

Conan saw the report on the doctor's house's TV that Yasuteru Domon had died in the explosion and exclaimed in shock.

Sitting next to her, Haibara Ai calmly turned a page of a magazine.

"Don't you understand? The organization's cruelty and persistence go far deeper than you think."

She glanced at the pale-faced detective.

"Your behavior this time has attracted Gin's attention, and you saw his actions. If you don't restrain yourself, your identity as Kudo Shinichi will be exposed."

"..."

Conan's face suddenly turned pale, and he recalled the mysterious note.

He didn't tell anyone about this, and he was nervous and suspicious when he first found the note.

But when he found that no one was looking for him, he gradually let it go and stopped thinking about it.

Conan suppressed his panic and the most urgent task was to resolve the issue between Kiel and the organization.

"I see."

Ai Huiyuan, who was standing by, didn't notice Conan's expression and sighed:

"Let the FBI track down the organization. They are our equals."

Conan was naturally unwilling, but he did not answer this question.

Haibara Ai glanced at him and then turned her attention back to the magazine.

She knew it was useless to say it.

Conan still looked solemn. Professor Agasa and the three members of the detective team brought a plate of fruit from the kitchen. When they heard the conversation between the two, they also looked worried.

"Conan, what's wrong with you?" Ayumi noticed Conan's expression and asked worriedly.

"Ah, nothing, ahahaha." Conan scratched his head and covered it up with a dry laugh.

Mitsuhiko sat aside with his hands in his pockets, pretending to be profound while watching the news on TV: "I didn't expect that this politician also died."

He wanted to say something, but when he saw Yuan Tai had already started to enjoy the fruit, he hurriedly stopped him: "Yuan Tai, don't eat it by yourself, wait for me!"

The stagnant atmosphere was broken up by laughter.

After the detective team's meeting, he was full of thoughts and was thinking about the current situation all the way. While he was thinking, he had already walked downstairs to the Maori Detective Agency.

The familiar environment made him relax, and being able to see people close to him made him feel warm inside.

Just as Conan was about to go upstairs, he inadvertently looked up and saw Ran Mouri sitting in the Poirot Café.

And the young man sitting opposite her.