Conan and Gin are both my brothers, what's wrong with meeting them once?

Is Gin in trouble?

Kazuma Kudo glanced at the other people in the ward.

Inside the suite, Ran was still being chattered away by Vermouth, while Kogoro Mouri occasionally fawned over the beautiful Vermouth.

On the next bed, Conan was flipping through a detective comic, but his eyes kept glancing towards the suite, clearly quite unhappy that Vermouth was monopolizing Ran.

No one noticed him.

Kazuma Kudo raised an eyebrow and replied to Vodka's message on Bond.

Where are you? What's going on?

Logically speaking, the details of their mission should not be disclosed to others, even if that "other person" is a core member of the organization.

This is also why Kazuma Kudo didn't make a phone call but chose to send the message using Bond—since he was there, it would be difficult for the organization to monitor the message sent using Bond.

Vodka, who was following Gin, probably understood this as well, which is why he used Bond to reply to messages.

His reply came very quickly.

[We're in Brazil, here to pick up some stuff to take back. We had a little scuffle with the local gangs during the mission, and my boss sent me with some men to guard the temporary base while he went to retrieve those two items.]

But now more gangs are harassing the base, and we're struggling to hold them off. I suspect the information has leaked, and a large number of gangs have gone to our side.

[Our leader didn't bring many men, and our reinforcements can't get out either. You're quick-witted, so help us think of a solution.]

Kazuma Kudo couldn't help but frown.

Even if Vodka had explained the exact number of people and the specific circumstances, he wouldn't have been able to help much, given that he was thousands of miles away.

[Aren't the main bases of the South American branch all in Brazil? Can't they just ask for help directly?]

[We've already notified them, but they're too far away and might not be able to get there in time. Also, someone I know well there revealed that they're involved in other operations, apparently involving government forces, so they can't send many people.]

Gin accepted the boss's mission, but ran into trouble, and the branch staff couldn't help him.

Are you kidding me?

Kudo Kazuma frowned; his intuition told him that things weren't so simple.

Send me the exact address.

Then Vodka sent him a coordinate system.

Kazuma Kudo almost cursed.

[You can handle this yourself, stop bothering me!]

As long as vodka is there, Kudo Kazuma doesn't care.

But there was nothing we could do; Gin was there too.

So Kudo Kazuma could only sigh and make a phone call to Tsugami Yuuki.

"Tsugami, have Bond's technical support staff find the location of an account for me as soon as possible, the faster the better, and the more accurate the location the better. You can put other work aside for now."

With latitude and longitude coordinates, plus a general address, you should be able to locate Gin's position, right?

From the moment Kazuma Kudo made the phone call, Conan's attention was focused on him.

Seeing his younger brother making such a fuss, and even sounding somewhat anxious, he couldn't help but ask, "What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Kudo Kazuma frowned: "Something happened to my older brother, I might have to go there."

"Calm down. You're badly injured. Where else do you think you're going if not to the hospital?"

Conan was somewhat helpless, but he knew that his younger brother cared a lot about those close to him, so he could only try to think of a solution: "You know a lot of people, isn't there anyone else who can help you? Do you really have to drag yourself there covered in injuries?"

Kazuma Kudo's eyes lit up.

This sentence reminded him.

After sending Gin's Bond account to Yuuki Tsugami, Kazuma Kudo quickly sent a message to Shuichi Akai.

[It seems like Brazilian gangs have been active on a large scale lately. The FBI should have some information about that area, right? Could you help me find out the details?]

Having a clear understanding of the situation is certainly more effective than running there in complete darkness.

Shuichi Akai quickly responded.

Is this considered a transaction? I can't just investigate for you for free, can I?

Kazuma Kudo raised an eyebrow.

Okay, let's talk about terms, shall we? It seems the FBI, or rather Shuichi Akai, really knows something.

He mistook the phone for Shuichi Akai and angrily typed a line of text on it.

Tell me the details, and I can tell you where Akemi Miyano is.

This time, the other side responded to the message much faster.

Someone secretly tipped off the FBI that a large criminal organization had privately traded two Apache attack helicopters with the military, and they had been smuggled into Brazil a couple of days ago.

The FBI directly leaked the information to the Brazilian government forces and gangs, claiming that they no longer wanted the attack helicopters and that whoever seized them could keep them.

Using someone else to do the dirty work, and incidentally killing three warriors with two peaches, is that it?

The FBI's move was brilliant. This news might not affect the government forces much, they might not take any major action over the two attack helicopters, but the gangsters will go crazy.

He breathed a sigh of relief and replied to Shuichi Akai with a message.

Thanks. Akemi Miyano lives right next to my house.

Really? Just a friendly reminder, this story originated in Japan.

Kudo Kazuma nearly crushed his phone in his hand.

It was passed down from Japan, right?

Okay, it really works!

Kudo Kazuma couldn't sit still any longer and immediately grabbed his clothes to go to the changing room to change.

Even Conan was shocked.

What happened that made his younger brother disregard his own injuries?

As he passed Conan, Kazuma Kudo reached out and ruffled his hair, making it all messy: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Even if he disregards his own health, he can't ignore the fact that his fighting ability will be affected—who fights while sick?

Knowing he would inevitably have to make this trip, he had already been frantically using points to stack the effect of [Life Aura].

He spent 200 points and hadn't even sent a few messages yet, but his gunshot wound had already healed by more than half. In a few more minutes, he'd probably be indistinguishable from someone who had never been injured.

After changing his clothes, Kudo Kazuma said, "I'm leaving now. If anyone asks why, you can make up a story," and then strode out.

Facing the gazes of Vermouth, Ran, and Kogoro Mouri, Conan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

That brat of a brother always knows how to cause him trouble.

How is he supposed to make that up?

Ignoring his older brother's current predicament, Kudo Kazuma hailed a taxi and rushed to New Tokyo Airport, also making a phone call to Pisco along the way.

“Pisco, let’s make a deal. Arrange a private jet for me right now to fly to South America. When we get back, I can do you a favor.”

"South America? What do you want?"

"You don't need to worry about anything, it won't affect you. Just hurry up, I'm already on my way to the new Tokyo airport."

"However, private jets also need to apply for flight routes in advance, and at the earliest, it will take another hour or two..."

Kazuma Kudo raised an eyebrow: "I'll figure something out, you just need to prepare the plane."

Pisco clearly knew little about Gin's whereabouts; if it were Vermouth, she would definitely be trying to refuse him right now.

But he was Pisco, a tycoon in the business world, but a semi-marginal figure in the organization.

So he readily agreed and began to consider what he could ask Danpo to do.

Kudo Kazuma then called Morofushi Kagemitsu.

"Hey Hero, is Amuro with you? I need to speak to him urgently..."

Half an hour later, a private plane blended into the blue sky and flew towards Brazil...