Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

Qi Ming twirled the gun in his hand.

In the past, Qi Ming would have definitely killed everyone present.

But things are different now. He's the boss now, and nobody follows a boss who's too cold-blooded.

Back then, Qi Ming didn't have a prosthetic eye; now, all we need to do is check their records.

Qi Ming glanced at everyone.

Surprisingly, everyone's information was remarkably clean.

They were either politicians or scientists... but I didn't find any police officers.

However, many of the released convicts seemed extremely out of place among these high-society individuals.

"Our organization probably rarely recruits people who have been in prison, right?"

Qi Ming turned to Vermouth and asked.

Vermouth replied:

"It's not that it's rare, it's that it's practically impossible. If you recruit someone like that into the organization, it would be easy to expose the flaws."

"That's it."

The answer seems obvious.

Information gap.

The police thought this would allow them to bypass the organization's data review, since the organization was full of bad people.

However, in reality, they only recruit highly skilled talent.

No, they did manage to avoid it, but he only discovered it now.

Then, Qi Ming raised his gun.

Bang bang bang!

As Qi Ming continued to pull the trigger, people in the crowd fell one after another.

"Don't move. Bullets don't have eyes. It would be embarrassing if you accidentally killed someone."

Seeing someone trying to escape, Qi Ming spoke calmly, but his gun continued to fire.

The crowd suppressed their fear, trembling as they closed their eyes and prayed that the bullet wouldn't hit them in the next second.

It is said that there are three things a new official needs to do when taking office.

Most people understand that Qi Ming wants to establish his authority.

But what do you mean?

Why do people randomly shoot and kill others just because they can't find the person spreading the rumors?

Afterwards, are you going to say that you've already killed the person who spread the rumors?

Just as they thought.

After more than 30 figures fell to the ground, Qi Ming put away his gun.

"Okay, it's all taken care of."

"..."

Damn, I knew it!

“The third one in the fourth row, the eighth one in the sixth row… Collect their bodies and throw them into a prison in Osaka.”

“Collect that circle over there and throw it into the prison in Kanagawa.”

"Throw the rest into prisons in Tokyo, can you do that?"

No one dared to disagree, and they could only nod repeatedly.

Gin stared wide-eyed at the dozens of corpses on the ground, and spoke in disbelief.

"they are……"

Qi Ming nodded.

"It's just what you think."

"..."

Gin clenched his fist.

How many times has this happened? This is already the umpteenth time.

He always said that all the traitors had been killed, but new traitors would always emerge!

Negligence?

This isn't just dereliction of duty; it's as if he's a traitor deliberately protecting his accomplices!

Qi Ming glanced at the crowd in front of him again, and only after confirming that he had dealt with all the spies he had planted did he wave his hand.

"Everyone, disperse now. Also, move all the corpses away, clean up the mess, and the rest of you with code names, come with me."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Although they were eager to escape, they eventually took their time and slowly left.

……

When Qi Ming led the group of people following him to another conference room, a one-eyed bald man was already waiting there.

"Who are you, old man?"

Upon seeing the unfamiliar old man in front of him, Chianti couldn't help but speak up.

The bald man glanced at Chianti and said calmly:

“...I am Rum.”

"Rum?"

Apart from Qi Mingqin and Vermouth, everyone stared at Rum with puzzled expressions.

"You say you're Rum, so you're Rum? I could say I'm Rum too."

After a brief moment of distraction, Chianti snorted and stepped forward to poke Rum's forehead without any hesitation.

"Please leave if you are not a member of the public."

"..."

Rum took a few steps back, intending to yell at Chianti, but he held back and swallowed.

This is the downside of being behind the scenes.

They usually contact others by phone or text message, so when the real person showed up, no one believed them anymore.

Even if Karasuma Renya were standing here, Chianti would probably go up and say a few words.

Rum didn't want to waste any more time on these people's trivial conversations, so he looked straight at Qi Ming.

“Madera, I’ve asked that man, and I’ve decided to go and work for him.”

"..."

Qi Ming didn't say anything, but just stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Rum calmly.

Rum frowned. Qi Ming's silence made him feel a little awkward, after all, there was such a large group of people following behind him.

Rum spoke again, raising his voice slightly.

"Madera".

Qi Ming finally reacted.

He tilted his head slightly, a look of confusion on his face.

"Were you talking just now?"

Rum clenched his fist.

"It is I who am speaking to you!"

"You? What did you just call me?"

"Madera".

Qi Ming frowned and looked Rum up and down.

"What kind of person are you to address me by my first name?"

Rum suddenly felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

Once a person gains power, they will frantically flaunt it.

There is no doubt that Qi Ming is like that now.

"...Boss."

"Ah, that feels good."

Qi Ming straightened his back, stopped teasing Rum, and asked.

Are you taking some people with you?

"No need. I've already told my men, and they'll follow you from now on."

"Row."

Chianti looked back blankly at Rum, who was leaving with a hunched back.

"Who is that old man?"

Vermouth glanced at Chianti and said calmly:

"It's rum."

"Why didn't Boss respond to Rum just now?"

Vermouth rolled her eyes at Chianti.

"Even you know to call him 'boss' when you call him, so why didn't he respond just now?"

"...You must be kidding me? The second-in-command, who's been portrayed as such a legendary figure, is just an old man like this?"

Chianti instantly felt that her image of Rum was completely shattered.

I remember Gin once told me how amazing Rum was.

Now that things have come to light, Chianti feels like he could punch 10 Rums.