A group of people dressed up as Conan characters, and I guaranteed the Black Team's advancement

Jiang Jin had been an assassin for many years and had seen all sorts of situations. But he had never seen anything like being framed by the FBI like this before.

He and Kawano Ki squatted down next to the young man. Kawano Ki asked, "A fellow member of the group? Dude, who are you?"

The young man lay on the ground, blinked, and slowly said, "I... my nickname is Kong She."

"Oh, so you're the one who always posts periods in the group chat?" Kawano Ki said, slapping the young man's thigh before grabbing his collar and pulling him up. "Alright, stop pretending you're one of us. Tell me, what were you doing before you came? How did you get here?"

The young man looked around, took a breath, and said, "My name is Tardelli, male, 24 years old, an assassin. Before I came here, I was ambushed by my enemies and, too lazy to fight back, was robbed and beaten to death. So I came here. My current name is Mika..."

"Stop, stop, stop! You didn't use a single punctuation mark?" Jiang Jin's head was buzzing from the other person's extremely fast speech. He wiped his face. "You're that famous sloth on the dark web, aren't you?"

Tardelli looked at Jiang Jin: "Huh?"

"Looks like it's you."

Jiang Jin waved his hand helplessly. There was always an assassin on the dark web's hit list codenamed "Sloth." Other assassins chose their own codenames, but "Sloth" was famous for his laziness. Most clients wouldn't hire him unless they were short on money and wanted a skilled assassin.

"Alright, since we're all on the same side, then there's nothing to worry about." Jiang Jin raised his hand to check his watch. "I should probably be going now."

Kawano waved to him: "Then you go ahead and immerse yourself in your spiritual practice. Don't worry, we'll definitely not go when we call for backup."

Jiang Jin turned his back, waved his hand, and stepped onto a pure black Ducati 996, disappearing down the road like a ghost in the night.

In the abandoned factory, a handkerchief was carried into the darkness by the night wind and landed in front of a pair of long legs. Jiang Jin bent down and picked up the handkerchief. The edge of the handkerchief was embroidered with the words 'Sharon Vineyard'.

Then footsteps came from the iron staircase leading to the second-floor factory. Jiang Jin smiled sinisterly, stood up with a handkerchief in his hand, and looked towards the staircase.

Soon, a boy who looked like a high school student appeared. It was Shinichi Kudo who had come to find a handkerchief for Ran.

"!" Shinichi Kudo was clearly taken aback that there was someone in this abandoned factory, and he was startled. But then he noticed the handkerchief in Jiang Jin's hand. "Excuse me, that handkerchief is mine. Could you please give it back to us?"

Jiang Jin stood still, surrounded by darkness, except for a pair of dark red eyes that stood out in the darkness. He smiled and reached out his hand to Shinichi Kudo, the handkerchief in his hand.

Is this... asking me to come and get it? Shinichi Kudo wondered, but the other person's demeanor seemed strange to him. Who would be in an abandoned factory at this hour?

Looking at his appearance again, with his silver hair, could he be the Highway Demon? No, it shouldn't be. Shinichi Kudo dismissed his own thought. This person's clothes didn't resemble the Highway Demon in the news, and judging from his demeanor, he clearly wasn't someone who had been hiding for months.

Shinichi Kudo remained wary as he approached Jiang Jin and took the handkerchief: "Thank you... uh!"

The silenced gun emitted a muffled thud. Kudo Shinichi felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide as he stared at the other person. Suddenly, several more distinct gunshots rang out from outside. Jiang Jin's expression changed slightly, and he immediately headed for the stairs.

"Oh no... Ran..." Shinichi Kudo's consciousness began to fade. He still remembered Ran waiting for him outside. What if they bumped into each other...?

Xiaolan was startled by the gunshot. She was standing on the stairs, about to go up to find Shinichi Kudo, when she looked up and saw Jiang Jin at the end of the stairs. Her eyes met his dark red ones, and Jiang Jin was holding a gun.

Jiang Jin glanced at Xiao Lan, walked down a few steps, turned sideways, and jumped over the railing, landing right on the motorcycle parked below.

[Health -0.5, Target 97.5/99]

Jiang Jin paused for a moment, then started the car and drove away in the direction of the gunshot.

Meanwhile, far away in Japan, Conan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his whole body went cold as if he were collapsing. Ran, who was beside him, quickly supported him and asked anxiously, "Shin... Conan, what's wrong!"

"I..." Conan received another notification in his mind, but he didn't understand why he would lose 0.5 health points. "It's just that my stomach hurts a little."

"Kids, are you alright? Would you like to come in and rest for a bit?" A young woman walked out of Poirot Cafe behind them. The cafe was located below the Mouri Detective Agency. Seeing that Conan was sweating profusely, Ran nodded and thanked her, "Thank you... Sister."

Back at Jiang Jin's place, after hearing the gunshot, Jiang Jin rode his bicycle there. The place he and Vermouth had agreed to meet was the old factory, but it seemed that Vermouth had not been able to escape as in the original story.

It was unclear who fired those shots, but Jiang Jin had already memorized the roads in the vicinity, so he wouldn't get lost due to the complicated road conditions.

There are many old factory buildings here. Vermouth did underestimate Shuichi Akai's strength. Right now, she doesn't have many bullets left in her gun, but she knows that Shuichi Akai doesn't have many left either.

However, the other side had FBI support, and she could only wait for Jiang Jin to arrive. Vermouth escaped to the second floor of one of the old factory buildings, where Shuichi Akai fired from below, and Vermouth returned fire.

The bullet struck Vermouth in the leg, causing her to stagger and fall backward, the old railing buckling under her weight. Vermouth's pupils contracted; this was the second floor, a fall would at most break her leg, but she'd likely be caught by Shuichi Akai…

Just then, Vermouth's hand was grabbed by another slender hand. She was startled; it was Jiang Jin.

"Du...you've arrived."

Jiang Jin didn't speak, but used his other hand to fire several shots at Akai Shuichi below. While the other man dodged, he pushed Vermouth behind him and said, "Go inside. The car is on the first floor. Go down first."

Vermouth nodded and left without hesitation. Jiang Jin took out a smoke bomb from his pocket, pulled out the pin, and threw it down. A cloud of white smoke immediately rose from below.

As the white smoke rose, Jiang Jin turned and left. Akai Shuichi squinted and vaguely saw the silver-haired youth on the second floor through the white mist, memorizing his figure.

"As expected, he was sent by the organization. Who is that kid?" Shuichi Akai muttered to himself.

When Jiang Jin arrived, Vermouth had already discarded the wig and clothes of the Highway Demon, and there were bloodstains on her legs and arms. Jiang Jin put on his helmet, got on his bike, and said, "Hold on tight."

The all-black Ducati roared off, and Shuichi Akai called for backup from other FBI agents, but they were unable to stop Jiang Jin.

Once the car was on the highway, a truck merged onto it from another road and laid down trailer tracks in the dark tunnel. Jiang Jin turned the accelerator to accelerate, and with a jerk, he loaded the tractor unit onto the truck.

The tracks retracted, the truck doors closed, and it continued moving, while the interior of the truck was set up as a small outpost.

"Thank you for arriving in time." Vermouth took off her helmet and sincerely thanked Jiang Jin. Jiang Jin took out a first-aid kit, opened it, and took out medicine as he said, "You're welcome. After all, how could I bear to see a lady like Miss Chris fall like that?"

Vermouth smiled, sat down and watched Jiang Jin handle the medicine, and said, "You can do it yourself."

“It’s inconvenient for you to use your arm, and it’s inconvenient for me to use my leg,” Jiang Jin said, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket. “Is this yours?”

Vermouth's expression changed slightly when she saw the handkerchief, but she still smiled and took it: "So you met that little girl."

Jiang Jin nodded and opened the gauze bag.

“She was a very kind girl, what a pity.” Vermouth sighed softly, showing no other emotion. Jiang poured alcohol onto the gauze. “I didn’t kill her, after all, I was in a hurry to find Miss Chris.”

Vermouth frowned slightly; the pain from the alcohol irritating her wound made her clench her handkerchief, but the wound quickly went numb. She looked up at Jiang Jin: "How did you know this handkerchief was mine? I don't think my name is written on it."

“Sharon Vineyard, isn’t that you?” Jiang Jin changed the bandage around his wound, looked up and asked with a smile. Vermouth’s blue eyes flashed with murderous intent, and she said softly, “Duyago, knowing too much in the organization is no good.”

Jiang Jin tied a neat knot in the gauze, leaned back, crossed his long legs, and said with a smile, "Then how about Miss Chris gives me some hush money?"

Vermouth re-examined Jiang Jin with interest. She smiled charmingly, cut off the fabric obstructing the wound on her leg, and cleaned the wound as she said, "So what kind of hush money do you want?"

"If Miss Chris ever encounters a kid named Conan, please help me get rid of him."