Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

"None of your business..." Gin said coldly, taking a cigarette from his pocket... preparing to light it, "The way you looked just now..."

The tall figure instantly transformed into the same size as him, complete with short white hair... and most importantly, those eyes—it's impossible for a disguise to change them like that.

The only thing he could think of was magic.

The real reason is... Fuheshel killed the magician and used some special technique to create this transformation item.

He had made a somewhat blind judgment earlier... believing that Fuheshier was killed by the white-haired man, but it turned out to be just a disguise.

Ha... Come to think of it, who could kill a monster like Fuheshel who is wearing human skin?

"You can think of it as magic." Fuheshen'er transformed again, taking a cigarette from his pocket, his expression indifferent.

really...

Gin's dark green pupils flickered; he guessed correctly.

As an assassin, he was always good at deduction, but he disdained to be like those detectives.

He took out a lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette... but before he could smoke much, his stomach started growling and demanding food.

"You didn't have dinner?" Fuheshen'er glanced at the rearview mirror.

The cigarette in Gin's hand twisted slightly from the force he exerted.

"Hmm..." Gin replied coldly, "I was assigning tasks just now and didn't have time to eat."

“There are boxed lunches at the convenience store nearby, or…” Fuhe Shen glanced at Gin, who was sitting silently, “Never mind.”

Gin doesn't seem to need to eat; his willpower is enough to sustain his body.

Fukuro Jinji also learned Ran's understanding nature... Compared to eating, completing tasks seems to be more important to Gin.

Gin took a drag of his cigarette, suppressing his hunger... He glanced at the unfamiliar yet still familiar, cold and emotionless profile.

He didn't respond to that topic, but asked, "Will you be using this identity to carry out missions from now on?"

"It depends on my mood..." Fu Heishen'er twitched the corner of his mouth, a cigarette dangling from his teeth.

His identity and strength are currently known only to a few bottles of genuine liquor: vodka, gin, tequila, and Vermouth.

But... Vermouth is uncertain; although it's real alcohol, she's prone to fickle behavior and likes to turn against her own kind.

But it doesn't matter to him... No matter what the problem is, he can solve it easily.

“…” Gin rubbed his temples. “Use this identity when carrying out large-scale missions… The organization will also protect your information.”

Although the conversation was about the organization, it actually referred to Gin... He had instructed Vodka beforehand to encrypt Vodka's information.

And the fact that he humbly asked Vermouth about her disguise techniques was all in order to conceal her identity.

After all, there are many uncertainties within the organization.

But... to his surprise, the other party had already done it themselves, so he didn't have to worry about it at all.

"I won't refuse what you said." Fuheishen'er tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.

"Hmph..." Gin wanted to say, "I am the superior," but after hearing that Fuhesh would not refuse, he just snorted coldly, "Chianti and Cohen are also on this mission."

Fuheishen frowned.

Perhaps sensing the other person's confusion, Gin explained, "They have a good relationship with Vodka, and after hearing about this, they wanted to help..."

“I didn’t expect the relationships within the organization to be so harmonious…” Fuhe Shen’er said calmly.

“Not entirely.” Gin didn’t mind introducing Shen to his colleagues from the organization, since they would be working together in the future. “Chianti, Vodka, and Cohen are high school classmates.”

"Chianti used to be one of the top students in school, and if she had worked hard, she could have gotten into Tokyo University, but... after her mother died and her father remarried, she became completely depressed... Her grades plummeted, and she turned into a delinquent..."

"Cohen was an orphan from a young age. He was quiet and reserved. He was bullied in the orphanage and developed depression and severe social anxiety. He was also bullied at school."

"So..." Fuheshel's voice was very soft, "they were all redeemed by you, just like Vodka?"

“No…” Gin said, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his dark green eyes dimming slightly. “When Vodka and Cohen were being bullied, Chianti stopped a few of them and protected Cohen and Vodka.”

"But later, Vodka was unable to attend school due to family reasons... until he met me, and subsequently joined the organization through an introduction."

"Tequila is an old member of the organization. He was heartbroken after his wife passed away and occasionally worked for the organization to earn some money for baby formula."

"Calvados, on the other hand, practiced ridiculous gentlemanly behavior, which offended the son of a conglomerate, leading to the destruction of his family... Vermouth helped him."

Gin briefly explained the past of the organization's members, then extinguished his cigarette in his tobacco pouch.

Fuheishen also took a deep drag, the ash instantly burning to the cigarette butt, but his hands remained on the steering wheel, showing no intention of extinguishing the cigarette.

Gin's eyes twitched, he opened his pipe, and held out his hand.

Fuheshel exhaled his cigarette butt and drove the car... from the streetlights into the city darkness...

Do evil people also have saviors...?

.......

Inside the organization's base.

Vodka was engrossed in writing a report titled "On the Impact of the Security Group on the Organization's Interests," his black top hat resting on the table, occasionally scratching his head.

Chianti, meanwhile, was playing a game with Cohen using a game controller.

"Wait, I'm almost dead, why don't you kill me?" Halfway through the game, Chianti put down the game controller and scratched his head in frustration.

Playing games with Cohen is always like this: I'm always low on health, and then Cohen's character just stops moving.

But Chianti knew this was not a sarcastic remark.

Cohen, wearing round glasses, lowered his head and remained silent.

"Never mind, never mind." Chianti pouted and said nothing.

Ding...

Just then, the sound of an elevator rang out, and Chianti's face stiffened. "Quick, quick, put Cohen away."

Cohen's movements stiffened for a moment.

At this moment, Gin and Fushiguro rushed in through the door, but because they were both rushing in, Gin couldn't beat Fushiguro and was squeezed to the back.

"Huh?" Chianti was taken aback when she saw that it wasn't Gin who came in, but a white-haired person with beautiful eyes but a cold demeanor... She also breathed a sigh of relief.

pat..

The door behind the white-haired man opened again, and Gin adjusted his black top hat and took a deep breath.

He really wanted to get angry, but he had to maintain his aloof demeanor.