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When Vermouth saw the dense array of electrodes on Conan's body, she was unusually flustered.

If she hadn't touched him accidentally, she really wouldn't have discovered Conan's little tricks.

What surprised her even more was that Conan had more than just these things; he even had a transmitter and a recorder. In other words, everything she had just done was like playing cards openly to Conan.

But what alarmed her more than the exposure of her secret was something else entirely.

In an instant, Vermouth reached for the transmitter's connector, attempting to unplug it.

But the next second, Conan, who had been unconscious, suddenly spoke up: "I advise you not to do this. If you pull it out, the signals from my heart will stop immediately. My partner can find out his location just by reading the text message you just sent to your boss."

"Although telecommunications companies have an obligation to protect customer privacy, I think the police only need to find a document, get some bigwig to stamp it, and find a few people to prepare a copy of the document, and they can find the information they need."

[My God, is this Conan the Great God?!]

The tables have turned; this time it's truly a case of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

[Police: What have I done to deserve this? I'm afraid Gin will cancel my account soon.]

"So, if you don't want this to happen, take me to see your boss right now, and we'll settle things properly, Vermouth."

If Asakawa Yu had heard Conan's words at this moment, even if he were to remain calm, he would probably have said a few words to Conan first.

Looking for the organization boss? Who? Yourself? Or are you still acting like a child?

What a ridiculous joke! If an organization could be so easily destroyed, then those FBI agents and undercover agents from other countries would probably be labeled as useless.

As the saying goes, the more you understand an organization, the more you realize its power. Even if it is ridiculed and criticized, it cannot conceal its terrifying nature.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

Vermouth listened quietly to Conan's speech, without feeling flustered, and even a little relieved.

"Okay, I admit defeat. From now on, I will give up on Sherry."

While using words to lower Conan's guard, Vermouth subtly pressed a button.

In an instant, the confined space was filled with gas, and Conan, caught off guard, was sucked in quite a bit. His violent coughing made it impossible for him to think clearly.

As a strong sense of unconsciousness washed over him, Conan could no longer resist and fell into a deep sleep.

shit!

These were Conan's last thoughts before he fell unconscious. The rest was up to Professor Agasa and Asakawa Hayao.

On Professor Agasa's side, after hearing that Conan had lost contact, his worries reached their peak again, and he sped up his car once more.

After drugging Conan, Vermouth opened the car door and quietly gazed up at the moonlight; the silent environment added to her mystery.

"You're leaving so soon? Aren't you going to chat a little longer?"

The moment she heard the voice, Vermouth immediately became alert. She was familiar with the voice, as she had just escaped from its clutches.

"How will you be here?!"

As she watched Asakawa Yu slowly walk out, Vermouth's tense mood rose to its peak once again.

She knew that today, she most likely wouldn't be able to leave peacefully.

"I've come to discuss a collaboration with you. Would you like to hear about it?"

Compared to Vermouth's caution and suspicion, Asakawa Yu seemed more like a carefree person, speaking in a nonchalant tone.

"Cooperation? Ha! How do I know if you're telling the truth? If you've reached some kind of cooperation with those FBI agents, wouldn't I be walking right into their trap?"

Even knowing she was outmatched, Vermouth maintained her professionalism as an actress, trying her best to keep smiling and confident.

"Because of him."

"he?"

As Asakawa Yu pointed in the direction, Vermouth's pupils dilated again, a sight that the observant Asakawa Yu also noticed.

"I think we're probably the same kind of people, so cooperation isn't impossible. As for the FBI, you should know very well the relationship between me and them."

"........."

After thinking for a long time, Vermouth slowly raised her head and stared intently at the man in front of her whom she could not see clearly.

"Whoo~"

"Tell me, how do you want to cooperate?"