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

“Sogrid, aren’t you going to introduce this Miyano Akemi to the newcomer?” Vermouth asked with a smile, tracing her red lips with her fingernails with great interest.

I never expected the boss to be willing to use Miyano Akemi as bait. No wonder Gin is in such a good mood today.

She wondered if she could take advantage of the chaos to get something out of it. Vermouth recalled the angel who "would never smile at her," and her earlier dissatisfaction vanished instantly.

“That’s what I was just about to say, Vermouth.”

Sogrid did not turn off the radio, and the conversation in the stands was also broadcast to the ears of Kuromon Haruya and the other two.

"Akami Miyano is the orphan of a senior researcher in the organization and has been supported by the organization for seventeen years. Five years ago, FBI undercover agent Shuichi Akai deliberately approached and seduced Akami Miyano, using her as a breakthrough to gain internal recommendation qualifications, and became the rye whiskey you all know."

Bourbon, who had been staring at Sugrid with his arms crossed, suddenly narrowed his eyes and could no longer suppress his murderous intent: "Akai Shuichi...!"

How many more people will this man trample on before he stops?!

He was clearly just an FBI agent planted in the organization, yet he was more ruthless than the actual codenamed members. To infiltrate quickly, he was willing to disrupt Miyano Akemi's peaceful life; to protect himself, he even personally drove fellow undercover agent Morofushi Hiromitsu to his death!

During his childhood, his only two childhood friends became stepping stones for his rise to success!

Bourbon calmed himself and looked around: "If it were just about settling accounts with Shuichi Akai, the organization wouldn't have delayed it for two years, would it?"

Gin was in charge of the rat-catching operation back then, and he only roughly figured out the whole story afterward. Judging from Chianti's shocked expression, only a few people in the organization's upper echelons knew about it.

Calm down, Rei Furuya. Only by understanding more information can we help Akemi Miyano find a way out.

Sugrid pressed down with his right hand, signaling his childhood friend to calm down: "A few months ago, Miyano Akemi submitted an application through Mr. Gin, hoping to take her sister Sherry, who is codenamed Researcher, away from the organization and live a normal life."

The screen in the center of the training field turned on, displaying a screenshot of a text message and IP analysis to everyone.

"But this afternoon, the organization monitored the message that Miyano Akemi sent to Akai Shuichi: 'Lord, if this can help me get away from the organization, can you date me as my real boyfriend?' She also attached some classified information at the end of the message."

The moment Vermouth saw the screenshot, she couldn't help but burst into laughter; Vodka and Chianti's expressions were also subtle, their faces clearly saying "I don't understand."

Those immersed in darkness will never understand Akemi Miyano's soft, warm heart's yearning for light. This yearning for kindness and justice will always be the dominant theme flowing in the Miyano family's bloodline, and it is also the root cause that ultimately led them to tragedy.

Gin snatched the microphone from Sugrid's hand, took out a USB drive, and plugged it into the control panel: "Do you understand now? This is a punishment for naive traitors."

The screenshot disappeared, and a detailed proposal written in neat handwriting appeared.

"Tomorrow, Akemi Miyano's gang will rob the 4Miyako Bank. In case the FBI provides backup, the other members will be on standby at the designated location. This mission must succeed; failure is not an option. These are the instructions from that gentleman."

With a flick of his coat and these words, Gin, accompanied by vodka, was the first to leave.

...

Inside bedroom F401, the trio of beer lovers, fresh from the cellar, were enjoying a hot pot prepared by Kuromon Haruya, sitting cross-legged together discussing their mission.

As the radish slices simmer for a while, the crisp white radish pieces, scored with crosshatch patterns, absorb the broth and take on a delightful pink hue in the bubbling red oil, making them incredibly appetizing. Meanwhile, the fish balls and Matsusaka beef slices floating in the pot are like sirens lurking at the bottom of the sea, occasionally surfacing to steal the diners' attention.

“Then it’s settled. Mr. Aso will be in charge of segment one, I will be in charge of segment two, and Mr. Hanzawa will be in charge of segment three.”

Kuromon Haruya, quick as a flash, snatched a fish ball from Fanze Zhenren's chopsticks, her tone tinged with worry, "I have a feeling this mission won't be as simple as they say."

"I also think so."

Ma Shengshi poured a portion of spinach into the pot, insisting on a balanced diet: "I've carried out other missions within the organization, and this assessment is easier than the usual ones. There should be hidden dangers. Besides, we've already witnessed the aura of those codenamed members; they're on a completely different level."

That terrifying aura was built entirely on human lives!

If it weren't for the Moonlight Sonata that forever lingered in his mind, and the endless hatred that tormented him for far too long, Asahi would not have taken this path.

"What do you think, Mr. Hanzawa?" Kuromon Haruya looked at Hanzawa Masato, who had just been out of sorts.

At this moment, Master Fanze was thinking about the few figures he had inadvertently glimpsed, his face slightly flushed:

I don't know why, but joining the organization feels like coming home.

Being alone at home is boring, and there's no one to discuss revenge against Shinichi Kudo with. But after joining the organization, everyone here is talented, eloquent, and skilled in murder.

Coming to his senses, Master Fanze lowered his eyes and said, "...I'm sorry, I've dragged you down. I could only rely on my ability to disguise myself as a passerby to help clean up the mess, and you two took all the risks."

Looking at his innocent appearance, Asagi sighed again: What a good kid!

What he didn't say was that, in this assessment, the first step, which seemed dangerous, was actually the easiest part to complete.

Akemi Miyano's plan was comprehensive and detailed, including long-term observation and analysis of the composition of the employees of 4Mitsubishi Bank, the traffic flow in the surrounding streets, and the response methods for various emergencies.

The success of the first step was almost a certainty, unless there was an undercover agent among the members present who leaked the information.

But the remaining two steps are different.

The second step doesn't specify the required duration or extent of delay. The person in charge needs to monitor the situation closely in real-time. The longer the delay, the greater the possibility of unforeseen events. Considering the conversations among the codenamed members, there's a possibility that the FBI might interfere during this period.

The third link in the plan involves Gin and Vodka coordinating with Akemi Miyano. However, the situation at that time will be significantly altered due to the influence of the previous links, making it impossible to formulate detailed countermeasures and preparations.

What truly resonated with Asahi was...

Kuromon Haruya held a can of ice-cold beer, gently patted Hanzawa Masato on the back, and filled his glass.

"That's not true, Mr. Fanze, you're much more reliable than you think."

Asagi looked at the understanding young man in front of him and fell into deep thought. Was this person really just "very good at immersive performances"? Was Kuromon Haruya really a newcomer who was implicated and brought into the organization, as Hanzawa said?