Model worker and his little darling

Kiel opened the car door and got out, continuing Vermouth's unfinished sentence, "I'll approach him from behind and take care of him."

"At this point, the DJ's bodyguards will get out of the car with him. Taking care of their work is up to you and Cohen."

Chianti questioned, "But, given how cautious that man was, would he really get out of the car so easily?"

Vermouth chuckled. "Don't worry, once he sees a woman lying on the ground with her helmet knocked off and her head bleeding, wouldn't someone with such a strong sense of justice rush over to help?"

Upon hearing this outrageous plan, Chianti crossed her arms and burst out laughing. "Hahaha... Don't joke around. There are other cars on the bridge. If you show up..."

Before Chianti could finish speaking, Vermouth revealed her face beneath her helmet to the crowd.

"It's her who will show up."

Beneath the helmet was a face with a bleeding head.

"So that's how it is, Kiriko Poison Island of the Mud Ginseng Association. No wonder you dare to swagger out like that."

Cohen wasn't interested in a war of words and looked at Gin, "Where is the location?"

Gin lit a cigarette. "The place to deal with the DJ is: VANE B."

Vodka pulled out a map, and Gin pointed to two locations: "Cohen is here, and Chianti is here."

Seeing Kiel go to get the motorcycle, Vermouth called out to her.

"Hey, Kiel, you wouldn't happen to be..." He tapped the motorcycle's dashboard twice with his hand as he spoke.

Kiel turned to look at Vermouth, "Are you kidding me? How could that be?" Then he turned and left.

Gin glanced at the wicked Vermouth, feeling a headache coming on. He still needed her to do some work. Even if she wanted to do something, he'd wait until this mission was over.

Receiving a warning look from Gin, Vermouth's smile grew even brighter.

"Well then, I'll head over now. If anything happens, you'll have to come to my aid. I have a bad feeling about this assassination plot."

Upon hearing this, Chianti once again unleashed her taunting skills, "Don't worry, if you accidentally fall into their hands, I will definitely shoot you and send you to the afterlife."

Vermouth waved her hand. "Well, can you shoot me in the face then? Because if the public finds out I'm involved in an assassination attempt, it'll be quite troublesome, won't it?"

Vodka was speechless, watching the two beautiful women locked in a fierce argument. They were both as if they'd swallowed a bomb.

"Vermouth, you feel something's not right, don't you?"

Vermouth shrugged. "No, I just had a feeling about it. Don't worry about it." With that, she started the engine and drove off on her motorcycle.

Seeing this, Rena Mizunashi followed.

They kept replaying everything that happened today in their minds, wondering what had made them start to doubt themselves.

After Vermouth and Gil left, Chianti looked at Gin with confusion, "Gin, why did this operation have to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gin interrupted him, "You should set off now."

Seeing Gin's gesture, Cohen pulled Chianti into the car and drove away.

"I really don't understand what they're thinking. It's one thing if it's normal, but this time they insisted on dragging an undercover agent along on such an important mission. If they had brought in Sila and Yulu, wouldn't this mission have been much easier?"

Cohen handed Chianti a bottle of water. "They might have other missions."

……

"We can't hear you anymore. Our only clue now is that it's a bridge. What does VAIN mean?"

Ping Qing rubbed his temples. "Should we call Mr. Tumen's support group office again and ask them where Mr. Tumen will be passing by later?"

When they called, the staff refused to tell them anything.

"It seems we still need to unravel the mystery of VAIN. By the way, what did Vermouth mean by banging on the motorcycle?"

"Non-Official Cover" refers to secret agents who infiltrate other countries disguised as ordinary people, proving that they have begun to suspect Rena Mizunashi's identity.

Tsk, if Touko knew that there were CIA agents causing trouble, she'd probably be heartbroken for a while.

"Could it be that someone saw what we were doing in the park just now?"

Ping Qing smiled and said, "Perhaps. It could also be because of her statement that her achievements could not be made public, or because she encountered problems elsewhere that aroused their suspicion."

They already knew about Rena Mizunashi's background; her sister's behavior was clearly just to satisfy her perverse sense of humor.

Conan nodded and began to ponder where Gin had mentioned the assassination location.

After staring at the place names on the map for a while, Conan's glasses lit up.

“We made a mistake. It’s not VAIN, it’s VANE. It means weather vane and arrow fletching. The relevant place name in this area is Toriyama Town, so the assassination location is Toriyama Bridge.”

……

Toriya Bridge.

In the parking lot of a nearby building, Chianti lay prone on the car, positioned her sniper rifle, and aimed at the Touya Bridge across the street.

"OK, I understand on my end. Cohen, how's it going on your end?"

Meanwhile, Cohen was also waiting on the rooftop of a building. Upon hearing Chianti's voice, his cold expression softened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"I can see it very clearly."

Vermouth's motorcycle was parked in the open space, and she reported her status: "Well, I've arrived at the reserved location."

"Alright, now all that's missing is Kiel."

Hearing static coming through her headset, Vermouth smiled and said, "Vodka, it seems like there's been static on your end..."

A black Porsche was parked on the side of the road. Vodka looked at the bug in Gin's hand, unsure of what to say. Fortunately, Vermouth didn't need him to reply.

As soon as they got in the car, the older brother found the bugging device under Kiel's shoes, but he didn't know why it wasn't destroyed.

As Kiel sped along the highway on his motorcycle, he replied, "I'll be there soon."

"Let me know when you arrive, Kiel."

"learn."

As Kiel was replying, a gray car suddenly overtook him and blocked his way. Kiel glanced at the gray car, then at the white car that had followed in his rearview mirror, and realized something was wrong.

Pingqing drove behind at a distance; this road was really lively today.

Kiel looked up at the gray and white cars ahead. The gray car even slowed down defiantly, forcing her to slow down as well. A black car followed behind. At this point, she was surrounded by three vehicles, with a railing on her left.