Model worker and his little darling

After cutting off communication with Vodka, Conan held the software designed by Itakura Taku and grinned smugly.

“We should be able to catch at least one of their members this time. We'll check the software on the computer in the car later. If that organization uses it for serious crimes…”

Professor Agasa immediately understood what Conan meant.

"We'll call the police first and ask them to lie in ambush at the transaction location. That way, we can catch all the people who came to make the transaction in one fell swoop."

In the car, Conan stared intently at the computer. "Damn it, I need a password to open this software. It seems that, like that email, only they know this password."

"It also has a special anti-piracy design installed, so the police won't help."

“Don’t those people usually carry handguns? If we call the police and report that someone is buying and selling guns, the police will definitely come.”

Conan shook his head. "I don't know how many people they'll send. If the police have too few officers, they'll just be throwing their lives away. We need to find out their purpose and prove how much harm this organization poses to society. Without adequate equipment and a large police force lying in ambush, it's impossible to escape unscathed."

As he spoke, Professor Agasa sighed, "It's so frustrating. We know they'll send people, but we can't do anything about it."

"No, we have another way, but it will be a little more dangerous."

Seeing the smile on Conan's face, Professor Agasa felt a sense of unease.

"Shinichi, you don't mean to go directly to see them, do you?"

Just then, Professor Agasa's car gloriously got a flat tire.

"Now we'll have to wait in the car."

Conan panicked upon hearing this, "Then we'll miss the transaction time!"

Professor Agasa smiled at Conan and said, "I think it must be God's way of preventing you from taking risks, so he deliberately arranged this little accident."

After thinking for a moment, Conan took out his phone and called Hirai.

Pingqing ignored the incoming call on his phone. He was tired and asleep, unaware of anything.

Has Conan already forgotten those two shots from last time? He's even planning to ambush and catch people. It's like he's going to climb on the roof and tear off the tiles if you don't discipline him for a day.

"Sigh, Pingqing didn't answer the phone either."

"It's so late, he should be asleep by now."

"I don't know. He's been very busy lately and hasn't been home for several days. Maybe he's been sent on a mission. Hmm, could it be that Ping Qing is the one coming to make the deal tonight?"

Conan was surprised by his own wild imagination, then shook his head. The person he had just spoken to was Vodka. Pingqing said he hadn't met Vodka yet, so it probably wasn't him.

If it were Taira no Kiyoshi, he could learn more about the organization.

Pingqing, who was watching the live stream, had to say something about Conan's brain... how could he connect this to him? Luckily, he had fooled him a few days ago.

The two stood in the wind and snow when suddenly, a car headlight approached from afar.

Conan was overjoyed and quickly waved to flag down the car, successfully getting into the jewel thief's vehicle.

The three of them also headed towards the transaction location. Heiji leaned against Gin, watching Conan peek out from the Jewel Thief's car.

Tsk, before making the deal with the organization, I also have to take care of two robbers as a warm-up.

The Grim Reaper's procession is truly something else.

After a fierce battle with the jewel thieves, Conan successfully defeated them both using an inflatable soccer ball and a tranquilizer dart.

"Doctor, you can call the police now. I'll head over there now."

Professor Agasa looked worried. "Shinichi, you're not really going to the agreed-upon location, are you?"

"Don't worry, it's one stop away from Xianqiao Station. Even if the police come, they won't give up on the deal."

Before the professor could say anything more, Conan, with his short legs, arrived at the transaction location before Vodka could, and even set up the transaction site.

Upon arriving at the transaction location, Vodka, dressed entirely in black, carrying a flashlight and smoking a cigarette, looked every bit the gangster.

Under Heiji's eerie gaze, he walked fearfully toward the interior of Hyunbashi Station.

"Hey, Itakura."

Vodka shouted and then scanned the inside of the station with his flashlight, but found no one.

"That Itakura guy still hasn't arrived here."

Then he stood casually at the door, took out a lighter, lit the cigarette he had been holding in his mouth, and blew out a smoke ring.

All of this was observed by Conan, who was secretly watching. Vodka! He was the one who made the deal with that person at Tropical Paradise.

After taking two puffs, Vodka shone his flashlight again and suddenly noticed a check wedged in the gap of a locker not far from him.

Upon taking it out, he saw a familiar number. "This check seems to be exactly the same amount we gave to that guy Itakura."

He casually opened the locker and saw the disk inside, secured with tape. Vodka grinned.

"This is the software designed by Itakura. That idiot not only didn't dare to deliver the goods in person, but he also left this check here."

Without a second thought, Vodka threw the cigarette in his mouth to the ground, then took off his gloves and started tearing the tape with his bare hands.

Gin and Hiraki stood outside, watching Vodka's increasingly outrageous actions. Gin clenched his fists, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, he pulled out his Beretta from his waist and stepped forward, pressing the gun against the back of Vodka's head.

"what are you doing?"

Vodka, enveloped in murderous intent, began to break out in a cold sweat.

Heiji had originally intended to stop Gin to see just how outrageous Vodka's actions would be without their intervention, but Gin couldn't resist any longer.

"Big... big brother."

Conan, who was hiding in the shadows, was also startled. Gin!

Vodka quickly snatched the disk and handed it to Gin. "Brother, Itakura probably didn't dare come because he was afraid we'd kill him. We got the software instantly. Even if we leave him alone, he won't be alive for long."

Hearing Vodka's foolish words, Gin's murderous intent intensified.

Seeing that his older brother really wanted to kill him, Vodka wisely shut his mouth.

Do you know why he insisted on handing the software to us via disk?

Vodka was taken aback when he heard Gin's voice, which could freeze people to death; he hadn't really thought of that.

"That's so we can get your fingerprints, because you can't open it while wearing gloves." He said, squatting down, picking up the cigarette butt that vodka had thrown on the ground, and putting it back in vodka's mouth.

"Also, if you can't see the person you want to see here, you'll inevitably smoke. If you test the saliva on the cigarette, you'll know your blood type."

Vodka was shocked; he had made so many mistakes.

Gin used a bit of force to crush the transparent outer shell containing the disk and found a transmitter secured with chewing gum inside the box.

Seeing this, Gin's face revealed a cruel smile, "I didn't expect someone would still want to find our base."