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

Chapter 420 Gin's Perverse Pleasures

No one saw the vodka's grievances.

Kudo Kazuma muttered, "I've been so busy at the company lately, I don't have much time to do missions," as he reluctantly took the mission materials from Gin.

"Hitomi Takehiko, 45 years old, president of Hitomi Trading Company..."

Kudo Kazuma glanced at the mission information briefly. It said that the man's father was once the president of Hitomi Trading Company. During that time, he had several transactions with the organization and took the opportunity to make the company bigger and bigger.

But as the company grew, people wanted to completely sever ties with the organization whenever they saw the old man. He even tried to use the insignificant organizational secrets he knew to threaten the organization, so naturally he was eliminated.

However, in Gin's words, it's because the outer circle didn't handle things cleanly, and the relevant clues of the organization were not thoroughly cleared up. Now that Hitomi Takehiko, the second son of the old man, has succeeded as president, no one knows whether he has learned those clues from his father.

Although it was a trivial matter, it was always unsettling to have someone else hold a handle against you, so Kudo Kazuma's mission was to kill this man, Takehiko Mi.

"What's going on? This is a task that anyone can do on the sidelines. What's the point of giving it to me..."

Kudo Kazuma continued reading while making sarcastic remarks.

There is a short note below, which says that this Hitomi Takehiko has an older brother, Hitomi Matsuichiro, who is also 45 years old. Although he failed to compete with his younger brother to become the president of Hitomi Trading, no one is sure if he has learned any clues about the organization from his father, so it would be best to kill him as well.

OK OK.

Hitomi Takehiko is 45 years old, and his older brother Hitomi Matsuichiro is also 45 years old, right?

Kudo Kazuma couldn't help but glance at Gin.

He now understood why this task had fallen to him.

Because the two brothers were twins...

This is Gin's weird sense of humor, isn't it?

He casually folded the mission materials and stuffed them into his pocket: "So, bro, does this mission have a time limit? I didn't see it mentioned in the mission materials."

Tasks without a deadline are usually done as soon as possible, but these kinds of things... if you don't set a deadline for them, they'll just drag it out longer and longer.

Gin clearly knew his character well—if Danpo was in a good mood, or if it was a truly important mission, he would let it go; otherwise, he would only be able to procrastinate and would have no chance to take the initiative to do the mission.

"Three days." He gave a firm order, "One day later means one more task."

"Alright then," Kudo Kazuma shrugged. "I'll be going now."

"Going?" Vodka couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where are you going? Dinner is served at the canteen now. I remember you quite liked the canteen at Base 3, didn't you?"

Kazuma Kudo waved his hand: "Of course I'll go and see if there's anyone who can help me complete the mission."

As for food, he ate a lot of cake while waiting for someone at the cake shop with Ai Haibara, so he wasn't hungry at all.

Of course, he didn't immediately go to the Mori Detective Agency to gather information. Instead, as night fell, he visited all the addresses that Morofushi Kagemitsu had given him, one by one, to see if the guy would return after a while and leave any clues.

Needless to say, Kashasa was so cautious that he didn't leave any information except for his real face.

This inevitably made Kazuma Kudo somewhat depressed.

When he woke up, he found that his depression hadn't subsided at all, so he thought he should go find Hitoshi Takehiko and kill him.

To his surprise, when he found his target, he discovered from afar that Takehiko Hitomi was meeting with Kogoro Mouri.

Kudo Kazuma's eyes lit up.

What does it mean that Takehiko takes the initiative to seek out Kogoro Mouri?

This means he's actively courting death!

Although he couldn't vent his frustration, he felt much better now that he knew someone was helping him with the task, and it seemed like he didn't need to vent anymore.

In a good mood, Kudo Kazuma temporarily spared Hitomi Takehiko's life. At 3:30 p.m., after ensuring that Ran and Conan had gone home from school, he arrived at the Mouri Detective Agency on time.

Not only did he go to the office, but he also asked, knowing the answer already, where Uncle Mori had gone.

"Dad said he received a commission and might be a bit busy these next couple of days. What's up, Yizhen? Is there something you need from him?"

Kazuma Kudo shook his head: "No, not at all..."

Instead of looking for Uncle Mori, you'd be better off praying to Brother Death.

Conan glanced at him curiously: "Why do you seem a bit listless today? Did you not sleep well last night?"

Kazuma Kudo: "..."

To be honest, I didn't sleep well last night, but the main reason was that I didn't get any sleep and there was no result.

After a moment's thought, his eyes suddenly lit up. He tossed Ran a sentence, "My brother and I have something to talk about," and immediately dragged Conan up to the third floor.

Conan dangled his hand in his younger brother's, his tone somewhat helpless: "Could it be something about the organization? If it's nothing that will help weaken the organization, then don't tell me."

To avoid making him depressed.

Kudo Kazuma shook Conan with trembling hands before putting him on the ground: "Does killing the actual person in charge of the intelligence group count as reducing the organization's size?"

Conan's eyes lit up: "Kashasa?"

Kazuma Kudo nodded: "Yes. Hiro... cough, that is, Morofushi, he gave me a few addresses, which are places that they found out Kassasa might have stayed in in recent months. But after investigating from various sources, they didn't find any useful information."

As expected of Conan, after pondering for a moment, he looked up and asked, "From the last few months? How far apart are those addresses?"

Kudo Kazuma shrugged: "It depends on how you calculate it. Walking there is definitely not close, but by car, the two furthest addresses are less than an hour apart, and the closer ones can be reached in less than twenty minutes by car."

Conan nodded, his tone quite decisive: "Go downstairs, give me the address."

Kazuma Kudo was taken aback: "Huh?"

Conan didn't waste any time, dragging him downstairs to the agency, then rummaging through the bookshelf to find a map of Tokyo, and asked again, "Where are those addresses?"

Upon seeing the map in Conan's hand, Kazuma Kudo immediately understood his meaning and promptly told him about the various addresses.

When Kazuma Kudo gives an address, Conan draws a tiny circle on the map with a pencil.

Soon, eleven small circles were drawn on a map. These circles, seemingly scattered and disorderly, actually radiated outwards. The center of the eleven small circles marked the area where the Metropolitan Police Department was located.

Kazuma Kudo narrowed his eyes: "So, it really was Kassasa who stole Uncle Mori's case records from the police station..."

Conan was taken aback: "What?"

Wait, how come there are things he doesn't know?