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

Outside at that moment... a woman was retreating into the distance, her pupils wide open.

She could clearly hear the screams from inside the house... and the sound of sharp blades slicing through bodies.

Images of hell kept flashing through my mind...

Even though her hands were stained with blood... she called herself a demon.

But compared to the man in front of her, it seemed far too childish.

She had also heard rumors about vodka, that Cointreau had mental problems.

But, being a wise woman, she wouldn't have believed it; yet, at this moment, she did.

We need to leave here...

Composing herself, the woman walked to a women's restroom stall to change her clothes and mask.

"What are you doing?"

The woman's pupils constricted sharply, and she looked up...

A burly, dark-haired man, a full half a head taller than her, was wearing a black tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt with a jacket tied around his waist. He was looking down at her with an indifferent gaze.

The man had short, black hair and dark eyes. Just by standing there quietly, he exuded a chilling aura of a apex predator.

"I am Vermouth... Don't do anything." Vermouth was frightened by the other party and quickly changed her voice back.

Fuheishen's eyes narrowed slightly as he reached out and ripped off the other person's hood.

A flawless face was revealed, seemingly a blend of allure, seduction, and every adjective that could arouse a man's sexual interest.

Her silver hair cascaded down in waves, and her fair face... seemed to hold a hint of fear?

“Vermouth?” Vohsher narrowed his eyes slightly. “You seem afraid of me.”

He never imagined that Vermouth would disguise herself as a secretary and infiltrate the Yotsubi Group.

Gin never told him either.

And... why does she know me?

It's impossible for Gin and Vodka to leak their information.

Or did this woman investigate it herself?

No, and I'm not sure.

According to his observation, Tequila also seems to be someone who likes to talk badly about others behind their backs.

Vermouth saw the other person's cold eyes, and her heart pounded wildly, feeling that death was imminent.

"You...killed so many people, then cornered me in a women's restroom stall...ripped away my disguise." Vermouth calmed down, pursing her red lips. "And then asked me why I was afraid of you?"

"And... that thing of yours is pressing against me, that's not gentlemanly behavior." Vermouth felt the other person's body getting closer and closer, and wanted to reach out and push the other person away.

Fuheshel frowned slightly, put the gun from his pocket into Ugly Treasure, and grabbed Vermouth's wrist with one hand. "What are you doing here?"

Upon hearing the other party's reply, Vermouth's eyes twitched a few times.

She tried to subtly use the art of language to distance herself from the other person, but they were completely unmoved.

"Could you let go of me before we continue chatting?" Vermouth frowned slightly and stepped back into the small space behind her.

Fu Hei Shen Er remained unmoved.

"Can we talk outside?" Vermouth pleaded. "If those bodies are discovered, none of us will escape."

“We won’t be discovered…” Fuheshen turned around and walked outside. “Just say what you want to say.”

Is this woman mentally ill?

He should have just said he wanted to go out. We're all colleagues. He didn't understand at all when they beat around the bush.

He opened the toilet door and walked outside...

Vermouth was also taken aback for a moment.

I was planning to outwit them the next step, but they just opened the way for me?!

"You wiped them all out." After Vermouth came out, she smelled a faint scent of blood... and her pupils contracted again.

She remembered... there was no smell of blood on this road just now.

“No, not at all,” Fuhe Shen’er said calmly. “I just sent the Yoshii family to meet Yoshii Reika.”

Vermouth's lips twitched... This building is basically full of people from the Yotsuji family.

Good heavens... She spent half the day busily stealing information, slowly eroding the other party's assets, and in the end... Jundu wiped them all out?

“You haven’t answered my question yet.” Vohsheel turned to look at Vermouth.

"I...I'm here to steal information." Vermouth initially wanted to say it was a secret, but after hesitating for a moment, she told the truth, "After all, I have the freedom to act as I see fit..."

Upon hearing the mention of the documents, Vermouth's pupils constricted sharply. "We need to leave quickly."

"What's wrong?" Fuheshen asked, puzzled.

“Yotsumi Miyahira knew about the organization’s existence,” Vermouth said as she walked to the elevator and pressed the button. “He was afraid of being assassinated, so he notified the Japanese Public Security Bureau in advance.”

"The other party also has certain resources in the political world... The Japanese Public Security Bureau also arranged for people to be nearby to protect them, but I don't know if you took care of them. However, it is certain that the Japanese Public Security Bureau has received the news."

"This was actually a gamble for Yotsuji Miyahira, a gamble on whether the organization would kill him, and if he did, he would drag down the people who assassinated him..."

"Moreover, once the Japanese Public Security Bureau learns about an organization, it will deal with it as a counter-terrorism operation."

...........

Ten minutes ago...

"Mr. Furuya, something's happened to Yoshimiya Miyabi." In a studio, Kazami Yuya was making a phone call.

"Wait a moment, I'm busy..." came the voice from the other end.

Kazami Yuya was speechless upon hearing "Welcome," "Come again next time," and "Your milk tea is ready" on the other end of the phone...

The situation is very urgent.

"Hey, something happened to Yoshimiya Hei?" Amuro Tooru's voice gradually faded... as if he had moved to a secluded spot.

“We can’t contact the people we planted next to them…we can’t contact the entire Yotsubi Group.” Kazami Yuya’s lips drooped slightly.

Amuro Tooru remained silent for a moment, quickly analyzing the situation in his mind.

If the police can't be contacted, there's only one thing: something bad has happened. But if the entire Sijing Group can't be contacted, then that's no small matter.

The annihilation of the entire group... was it Gin?

No, Gin isn't that kind of person.

Has another troublesome character like Gin appeared?

Or perhaps, he didn't understand the codenamed member who had just been transferred to Tokyo.

"Notify the Japanese SAT (Special Assault Anti-Terrorist Unit) about this matter. Don't interfere," Furuya Rei said in a low voice. "Wiping out the entire group already constitutes a terrorist attack. It's better to let them handle it, and try to capture them alive."

"Okay... I understand." Sweat beaded on Kazama Yuya's forehead...

He hadn't dared to consider this possibility at first... but Mr. Furuya's prediction was correct.

What kind of person could possibly wipe out an entire corporation?

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