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

Outside a dilapidated farm near the Amazon River in Brazil.

An SUV approached from a distance and was stopped outside the farm gate by two men in black and four local mercenaries.

Gin snorted coldly in the car, and the organization member next to him immediately handed him something.

After verifying the visitor's identity, the gate was immediately opened, allowing the SUV to enter the farm.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary, dilapidated farm. Only when you go inside do you realize that the seemingly worn-out exterior walls are actually covered with a layer of iron plaster and a thick layer of concrete.

There were quite a few mercenaries scattered around the farm.

The SUV drove all the way to the warehouse in the center of the farm, where Gin got out. The four organization members who had been in the car also got out.

Unlike other parts of the farm, the warehouse was guarded by twenty members of the organization.

After confirming Gin's identity, the leader led him into the warehouse, where they saw two Apache attack helicopters that had been covered up.

His main task during this trip to Brazil was to transport these two large vessels to the vicinity of the estuary, whereby an organized force would naturally transport them back to Japan.

Given that this is a private transaction, the operation can only be carried out at night, preferably in the latter half of the night.

Gin checked the time: "Take a break, we'll prepare to move in ten hours."

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Vodka will meet him at the estuary in ten hours.

In the few days since arriving in Brazil, Gin and Vodka have taken care of two gangs that were at odds with the South American branch, and also dealt with a rat from the South American branch. They haven't even had a proper rest.

Having a rare ten hours of free time, Gin went to the lounge next to the warehouse—although it wasn't very safe there, it was still a good place to take a short rest.

He had only slept for two or three hours when he was woken up by a phone call.

"Big Brother! The temporary base has been breached by local gangs. We've arrested and interrogated a few people, and quite a few gangs have headed over there! And it's not just one! We'll be clearing things out here soon and sending reinforcements. Big Brother, you need to be careful!"

Gin frowned and said in a cold voice, "Understood."

“I had suspected this before, and then I told Danpo… uh.” At this point, Vodka’s loud voice suddenly lowered considerably. “Big brother, you’re not angry, are you?”

"Speak up!"

Gin hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

Does this vodka think Danpo has caused him enough trouble?

Gin, who was in a bad mood, took out his frustration on the upcoming gangsters.

He ordered his men to gather the twenty or so people from the organization here to guard the Apache helicopters in the warehouse.

He also sent people to warn the mercenaries, to make them more vigilant.

Before he could make the arrangements, intense gunfire erupted outside.

"Lord Gin!" The organization member in charge of contacting the mercenaries rushed in to report, "A large number of gang members are trying to storm the farm, and their firepower is very strong. They may even be carrying rocket-propelled grenades. The farm's defenses may not be able to hold out!"

Gin, expressionless, said, "Have the organization's people guard the warehouse."

“Go tell those mercenaries that reinforcements will be here soon. For every minute they hold out at the gate, they will be rewarded with an extra ten thousand dollars.”

After his subordinates left, Gin looked towards the farm gate and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is the organization's most secret warehouse in its South American branch. It has been disguised as a farm for so many years without being detected. The attack helicopters were even secretly transported in during the middle of the night, so theoretically, it was impossible for anyone to find out.

Moreover, he had only been here for a few hours when these gangs came knocking on his door; that was far too fast.

Hearing the gunfire and explosions so close at hand, Gin's lips curled into a sinister smile—it seemed some people would rather lose those two attack helicopters than lose his life...

He seemed to have thought of something, let out a cold snort, and at this critical moment, instead took out his phone and sent a message to Kudo Kazuma.

Stay in Japan quietly and don't cause me any trouble.

Kazuma Kudo did not reply.

Gin expressionlessly stuffed his phone back into his pocket and casually pulled out a gun.

The farm was quickly overrun.

Not from the gate, but from the other side; someone blew up the farm wall with a grenade.

But it doesn’t matter.

Gin remained expressionless, raised his hand, and fired a shot, instantly blowing the head off the first person who rushed in.

After that shot, he dodged and immediately hid behind the warehouse wall.

His shot was like a signal flare, and the organization members who had already taken cover all started to attack.

The hole in the wall that was blown open at first wasn't very big, but it seemed to give others a revelation.

Besides this side, holes were also blasted into the walls in the other two directions, one of which was even occupied by government troops.

The mercenaries at the farm gate were rapidly dwindling in number, while the three groups that had stormed in numbered nearly a hundred. With only twenty-odd members, it was a pipe dream for them to hold them off.

Gunfire erupted like a torrential downpour. Gin, with his back against the warehouse wall, seized every opportunity to fire a shot, each one taking down an enemy.

However, the opposing side had a larger and more powerful force, and their firepower was fiercer. As a result, the organization suffered casualties even faster than the mercenaries.

After running out of bullets, Gin picked up the guns left behind by the dead members of the organization.

Nevertheless, the enemy was getting closer and closer, and there were fewer and fewer people around him. He was also accidentally shot twice, but fortunately, both shots were fatal.

With a "bang," a black metal sphere landed near Gin. Gin quickly rolled to the side and pulled a corpse in front of him to shield himself.

The grenade exploded with a bang, taking away the few members of the organization. Several gang members rushed forward immediately, but were taken down by Gin with a few shots.

After pushing the corpse aside and standing up, Gin realized that his right shoulder and right arm were covered in blood. This arm was probably ruined. Fortunately, he was left-handed, so it wouldn't affect his ability to shoot with one hand.

There was no other living member of the organization beside him.

The fact that they were able to throw grenades in means the enemy is already very close.

Despite this, Gin remained calm, holding the gun in one hand, approaching one enemy and firing a burst at a time.

With a "bang," the second grenade was thrown in.

Although they were quite far away this time, Gin still sustained a few minor wounds.

The trench coat pocket was ripped, revealing the cell phone inside.

Gin glanced at his phone, then gave a soft hum and turned to look outside.

Even if I die, I must take at least a few with me.

Another grenade was thrown at him, and it was almost aimed at him.

He tried to hide, but after being injured multiple times, his body was much heavier than before.

Gin took a few steps back expressionlessly, knowing he probably couldn't avoid it.

To his surprise, the grenade suddenly paused in mid-air for a moment, then shot towards the people surrounding it like a bullet.

Gin's eyes widened considerably.

What's happening here?

With a loud "boom," the grenade exploded directly outside.

At the same time as the explosion, Kudo Kazuma's voice rang out.

"Brother, it's rare to see you with that expression. This trip was definitely worth it!"