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

crunch...

The villa's gate was opened.

"Is it over?" The pheasant wanted to stick its head out to look inside, but it didn't dare.

"Hmm, you did a great job this time." Vodka nodded coolly.

"Not at all, just call me if you need anything. My phone number is 521520." Shanji immediately grinned, acting like a servant.

Gin glanced at the other person as well.

Very good, he's a promising talent.

This was indeed well done; by bringing together all of the other party's top executives, the task process was simplified.

If possible, I would also like to promote him.

Chianti and Cohen said they needed to retrieve the safe and left first.

"Don't forget my share," Fuheishen coldly reminded him.

Chianti gave an OK sign...and sped off in a car.

Gin's eye twitched a few times...

The organization hasn't treated Jundu badly, so why does it seem so short of money?

With just one peripheral member and so many underlings around, saying such things could easily damage the organization's reputation.

Did he gamble it all away? No, given Cointreau's calm and collected personality, he shouldn't do something so foolish.

"Let's go." Gin didn't say anything, opened the car door, and got in.

Vodka opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

"Um, do you need us to 'clean up' a bit?" Shanji walked up to Fuheishen with a big smile. "We're very good at it."

"No need." Fuhei Shen'er coldly said, then... pulled out the front seat, bent down, and squeezed into the back seat with Gin again.

"Huh?" Pheasant looked surprised.

Are these men in top hats and black clothes really that brazen? They don't even bother to clean up their tracks. If they're discovered, what a huge social upheaval that will cause!

But he didn't ask anything.

Watching the Porsche 356A depart.

Perhaps the man in the top hat and black is too high a level for him to reach...

A dozen minutes later...

Boom! The sound of bombs rang out instantly, and a wave of intense heat surged through the villa, accompanied by a deafening roar.

Pheasant's pupils widened instantly, and his legs went weak, causing him to kneel on the ground. "That's my villa!!!"

........

Among the Porsche 356A.

Gin closed his eyes slightly, sensing the loud noise behind him.

That villa holds memories for many people who are both strangers and familiar, memories he can no longer recall...

Just like bread, no one cares how many slices they've eaten.

"What's wrong, feeling sentimental?" Fukushiro noticed Gin's expression and said calmly.

Gin was startled awake by the deep, indifferent voice, and glanced at Fukuro Jinji, who had somehow reverted to his original form.

Vodka's pupils contracted slightly. "Don't make any sudden changes in Big Brother's car, Jundu. It's scary, you know."

"Next time for sure," Fuheishen replied dismissively.

“No, I was just thinking about something.” Gin’s voice was cold. “A few days ago… a woman named Miyano Akemi said she wanted to leave the organization with you and her sister.”

“Foolish…” Fukushiro’s mind conjured up the somewhat silly and simple-minded image of Miyano Akemi. “What, you agreed?”

No wonder she was deceived by Shuichi Akai and lost everything.

"Heh..." Gin glanced at Jinji's expression... still indifferent and cold. "I think so too. Since the other party has conceived the idea of ​​betraying the organization..."

Fukushi listened calmly... but after waiting for a long time, Gin still didn't say anything.

He turned to look at Gin, only to find Gin looking at him as well; their eyes met.

Fuheshen'er: ......

What's going on here? Is Gin asking for my opinion? If I shook my head, would Gin not have killed Miyano Akemi?

Seeing that Fukuro remained silent, Gin's cold expression stiffened for a moment.

The atmosphere became strangely awkward...

After all, she was Jundu's woman outside, so he didn't mind taking care of Jundu's feelings.

But Coindus remained silent... clearly wanting to embarrass his superior.

Ah, it doesn't exist.

"Those who betray the organization only have one path: death." Gin's voice was cold.

“A very good suggestion…” Fuheshel grinned, “but I refuse.”

Gin: "..."

I just gave you a chance to answer, but you didn't say anything. You just had to find an opportunity to contradict me, didn't you?

“Yeah, bro, that’s not a good idea,” Vodka chimed in. “If we kill her, Shiho Miyano will be in trouble. If you ask me, we should just dock some of her pay.”

Sherry was highly regarded by that gentleman... otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to get a code name based on her scientific research skills.

It's important to know that codenames aren't something just anyone can easily obtain, except, of course, for a monster like Cointreau.

"Shut up, Vodka." Gin took a deep breath, lit a cigarette from his pocket, and looked at Fukushiro with his dark green eyes. "You said it, I won't refuse."

He's just an outsider... you could just consider him Fuheshel's private property.

“However…” Gin’s voice was cold, “the other party must disappear, and we also need to help the organization seize two billion yen.”

While he had to consider Fushiguro's feelings, as the Tokyo manager of the brewery, he naturally had to consider the consequences.

The fact that Akemi Miyano was planning to defect has become known to some of the peripheral members, and it's now spreading like wildfire within their circle.

If the other party does not disappear...then the organization's prestige will be severely challenged.

Some peripheral members may also be dishonest.

“A very good suggestion…” Fuheshel nodded in agreement.

Vodka was somewhat puzzled; he couldn't understand what Gin and Cointreau were saying.

Are they on the same channel?

Just a moment ago they said they wouldn't refuse and wouldn't kill the person, but a little while later they changed their attitude and wanted the other person to disappear.

"Brother, this isn't a good idea," Vodka asked uneasily. "Didn't you just say you wouldn't kill them? What if..."

“Not killing them doesn’t mean they won’t disappear…” Fu Heishen’er said, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his expression indifferent to the point of being cold. “Anyone who betrays us will have to pay the price.”