I'm writing a fictional immortality script in Detective Conan.

knock knock knock.

"Please come in, welcome to our shop~" The plump proprietress, adorned with gold and jade, leaned over the display case, eagerly awaiting the arrival of new fat sheep to be slaughtered.

This self-defense weapons shop is notorious in the industry for ripping off customers. Anyone with a little knowledge of the industry would choose a more discreet and reliable shop for their transactions. Those who come here are either novices or rich people who don't care about trouble.

The doorbell rang softly, and two figures in pure black stood silently before her.

The all-black outfit reminded the proprietress of a certain organization in the industry that was like an urban legend, but it could also just be a coincidence, after all, why would members of that organization visit her little shop?

Just to be on the safe side, she pressed the warning button on the bracelet to call for thugs to keep things under control.

"Guinness, is this the store?" Kuromon Haruya glanced around the store with disdain before turning to look at Hanzawa Masato.

Fanze turned his head to the side, crossed his arms, and dared not look at Kuromon Haruya. He just nodded slightly irritatedly: "I'm sorry, Butterbeer, for bothering you with something like this."

"What kind of service would you like to provide, gentlemen?"

The proprietress stared intently at Fan Ze and recognized him as the customer who had come to argue earlier, but how could she spit out the meat she had already eaten?

"Hmph." Kuromon Haruya sneered as he watched the thugs pouring out of the back door. "You think you can get away unscathed after taking the organization's stuff?"

The proprietress retreated behind the thugs and stubbornly said, "I don't understand what you're saying. If you don't want to do business, then please leave!"

Seeing that Yoruichi Kuromon's smile faded and he was about to take something out of his trench coat pocket, Hanzawa quickly grabbed his left hand and loudly reminded him, "Wait, don't forget that Tokyo is Gin's territory!"

"He's right, Gin's been really annoyed lately because he can't catch mice." A young man wearing sunglasses and a black baseball cap walked in with a joking tone.

Calvados?

Logically, he should still be in the US on standby; the organization's system hasn't received any application or transfer order regarding him. It seems Vermouth is about to make some moves.

Fanze gripped Kuromon Haruya's left hand tightly, sweating profusely. He thought to himself that he was really unlucky; he had run into the organization's real leader while impersonating someone else.

Calvados leaned closer and put his arm around Fanze's shoulder: "I didn't expect to run into my comrades from the organization here. Are you new codename members? I don't think I've ever heard of your codenames."

The fact that the three members of the organization gathered together without any mission or Conan could not be considered a coincidence.

Kuromon Haruya pulled out Hanazawa, his fox-like sly smile returning, and extended his right hand: "Nice to meet you. I am Butbell, and he is Guinness Whiskey."

"Calvados." Seeing that Kurokawa Haruya's acting skills were still unfathomable, Calvados reached out and shook hands, giving his code name.

"You three, this isn't the place for you to chat!" The proprietress was inexplicably annoyed as she looked at the three who were completely ignoring her.

"It's rare to see new members. I almost forgot the real reason I came here. I'd like to ask you for a favor."

Calvados performed an American-style iaido, using his backpack as cover to pull out two MP5 submachine guns and throw them to them, while he himself held a shotgun and aimed it at the landlady.

"Robbery! Hand over all your ammunition!" After threatening him, he casually turned around, "By the way, what brings you here?"

Kuromon Haruya, ever the opportunist, raised his submachine gun and aimed it at the left eye of one of the thugs, then began to betray his teammate: "Guinness bought a 20,000 yuan kitchen knife here and had his wallet stolen."

"Pfft."

"Hey, let's just rob them!" Fanze Zhenren couldn't hold back anymore, his gun trembling with excitement, almost going off and killing someone.

The amateur thugs were no match for the professional assassins. The murderous aura emanating from Heimen Yaoye and Calvados alone was enough to make them tremble and almost give up.

"Um, there must be some misunderstanding. We can sit down and discuss it properly." Comparing the strength of the two sides, the proprietress immediately raised her hands in surrender and admitted defeat.

"You think you can get away unscathed after offending the organization? Don't be too greedy, you geckos." Kuromon Haruya pressed the muzzle of his gun against the landlady's forehead and mocked with a smile, "Be grateful that Gin escaped with his life."

And so, with Fanze Zhenren keeping watch, Heimen Yaoye successfully found his lost wallet, Calvados successfully obtained a temporary supply of firepower through a zero-yuan purchase, and the black market gang escaped with their lives.

Tonight's outcome was a win-win-win situation, truly a cause for celebration!

The three of them, carrying backpacks and suitcases full of their purchases, walked through the back alley of the self-defense weapons shop.

Calvados chuckled as he walked, "Which department are you from? As members of the organization, you still got pickpocketed. Be careful, or your boss might take you down."

"The operations department." Kuromon Haruya, a cigarette dangling from his lips, strolled behind.

"Is that so?" Calvados barely managed to close the trunk, which was crammed with all sorts of weapons. He then turned around and pointed his gun at Fan Ze, who had just helped carry the load.

"The organization's requirements for codename members shouldn't be that bad, am I right, imposters?"

Kuromon Haruya was no less impressive, leisurely pulling out a Bernardley pistol and aiming it at his torso.

Only Fanze was caught in the middle, at a loss and not knowing what to do.

"It's not a good habit to slander someone's innocence out of thin air." A wisp of smoke slowly escaped from Kuromon Yoya's lips, and his smile deepened.

Calvados took out his phone with one hand and showed the message: "Neither of you are on the list of codenamed members published by the organization."

That's because they're still in the semi-assessment stage.

A calm and gentle male voice came from behind him, and Calvados knew who was behind him without turning around.

"Solgrid whiskey".

He put down his pistol dejectedly, his brow furrowed, and looked at Kurokawa Kagemitsu with displeasure. "So you've come to Japan too."

Kurokawa Kagemitsu took the pistol from Kuromon Haruya's hand and retorted, "Calvados, your presence here proves that Vermouth is also in Japan, doesn't it?"

"This is boring. I thought I could catch the rat by the tail before Gin did."

Seeing the situation had changed and he no longer had the chance to antagonize Gin, Calvados opened the car door, started the engine, and left behind only a utterance that was hard to decipher as either a blessing or a mockery:

"I hope you'll live to see us again!"

“…Mr. Kurokawa.” Paleness almost drained the color from his face. Hanze saw that Kurokawa Haruya’s tightly clenched hands were trembling uncontrollably, like prey caught in a trap.

Looking at the man he called Kurokawa, Fanzawa Masato felt a sense of unease: this man exuded an aura of authority, like that of a shop manager.

Kurokawa Kagemitsu, who was called in to save the day, feigned malice: "Long time no see, Kuromon-kun. Although I once told you about the organization, I never expected you would actually have the courage to impersonate them."

"This organization's banner isn't something just anyone can wave. If you profit from it, you'll have to pay the corresponding price."

When Fanze Zhenren was swept by that intimidating gaze, he immediately shivered.

With a threatening tone, Kurokawa Kagemitsu picked up the model gun he had seized from Kuromon Yōya and pressed it against his chest: "Since you want to be members of the organization, then I'll give you that opportunity. These are the coordinates of Training Ground Two. Go there to practice when you have time. The Code Name Member Assessment will be held in a month."

*Beep*. Both Fanze and Kuromon Haruya's phones simultaneously beeped with a text message containing an address and a sentence:

[Remember, I know who you are and I know your address.]

It wasn't until the bleak night wind swept through the alleyway that the icy chill snapped them out of their surreal state.

Fanze looked up ahead. Mr. Kurokawa had already left, and only Kuromon Haruya stood under the cold street lamp, dazed and confused.

"Mr. Kuromon, are you alright?"

Fanze tentatively patted him, but to his surprise, Kuromon Haruya's face was heavy with sorrow, and he bowed deeply.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fanze. It's all my fault. If I hadn't come up with the idea of ​​impersonating them, you wouldn't have been dragged into this mess."

Fanze quickly pulled him up: "Mr. Kuromon, don't say that. You risked your life for me..."

"No! They've been watching me for a long time!" Kuromon Yoya's gaze suddenly became unusually firm, like a samurai facing death without fear.

“I ran into Mr. Kurokawa three days ago and heard the story of the organization from him. At that time, I was already doomed! But you are different, Mr. Hanzawa. You can still be saved. I need to go and discuss it with them. Even if only you are saved, that would be good.”

Seeing Kuromon Haruya's self-sacrificing appearance, Hanzawa grabbed his leg and shouted, "It's not like that! I'm the one who dragged you into this! Mr. Kurokawa has been visiting the noodle shop where I work every day for the past two weeks!"

After a heartfelt exchange, Kuromon Haruya and Hanzawa Masato limped back on their journey home.

Meanwhile, Kurokawa Kagemitsu, who was waiting in the shadows, saw the three big words "Plan Complete" on his phone and ended his overtime work for the day.