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

Following the coordinates on the locator, Asagi recalled the group of plainclothes police officers who had been searching everywhere like headless flies, and felt numb and calm.

The Japanese Public Security Bureau is definitely not the type of entity that should be involved at this juncture.

The procedures they completed for Akemi Miyano were very thorough. The driving trajectory, on-site monitoring, and surrounding environment were all carefully checked, so there was no possibility that she was being tracked and monitored by the police in real time.

The timing of the police officers' arrival was incredibly precise. Miyano Akemi had just left when they arrived and broke down the door.

This situation could occur either because the Public Security Bureau had complete knowledge of Miyano Akemi's movements and plans from the very beginning, and precisely followed her actions without the organization's knowledge, or...

Click, bullet chambered.

"The rats in the organization couldn't hold back any longer."

Gin glanced at the coordinates of each member on the locator and then decided to "check them out" one by one.

"Wait, Gin!" The shout from behind stopped him in his tracks.

"Tsk," Gin squinted unhappily. Nothing good ever comes of anything related to Sogrid.

Kurokawa Kagemitsu pulled up his text messages with his former boss: "It's me, Rat."

The contact began five days ago, around the time when Akemi Miyano's gang finished their robbery and settled into their hideout.

In the letter, Kurokawa Kagemitsu claimed that four years ago, he was injected with a drug that protected his brain cells, causing him to appear dead. He was then taken back and brainwashed, and had been working for the organization overseas ever since. It wasn't until a year ago, when the organization's boss suddenly disappeared without a trace, morale within the organization collapsed, and the effectiveness of the new brainwashing program decreased, that he was able to regain his senses and gradually return to Japan to provide support.

After quickly skimming through the chat history, Gin had a general grasp of the plan, but this did not hinder his rekindled killing intent: "Explain."

Kurokawa Kagemitsu pulled up another encrypted mission message, giving the same old reason from the organization: "A few spies in the high command of the Public Security Bureau are getting restless, and that gentleman has decided to send me to infiltrate the other side as bait."

The organization's tasks may seem numerous and wide-ranging, but in reality, these non-technical personnel can only take on the same three things: internal purges, extortion, and investigations to silence witnesses.

Yes, investigation and silencing witnesses are in the same field. In the way Gin and his murderous scoundrels think, this is called "the most powerful investigative method in the world is to kill all the witnesses."

He spent a whole year fighting tirelessly with other forces in the United States before finally getting this mission from Heimen Yaoye!

"Hmph." Gin sneered, pulling Kurokawa Kagemitsu by the collar to an unsealed doorway on the outer wall. "Sugrid, you've found yourself a good job."

The dilapidated concrete floor shed particles and dust during movement, which fell straight down to the ground fifty meters below.

The two, teetering on the edge of danger, paid no heed to the height.

Kurokawa Kagemitsu's expression remained unchanged. After all, besides ensuring the quality of the boss, he had returned to Japan to cover for his childhood friend. "That gentleman said that Miyano Akemi should remember to keep her body intact, since it should be left for Sherry to mourn."

"Who knows what will become of that woman? Shirley should be content with just having her head."

Gin turned to face Kurokawa Kagemitsu, pressed the loaded Beretta to his chin, and ordered with a disdainful look, "Vodka, prepare to go to the port to finish that magpie's part."

A gunshot rang out, and the black figure fell backward like a shooting star.

Vodka frantically peeked out the window, only to see his older brother standing at the bottom of the building, lighting a cigarette, as if nothing had happened.

Outside the hotel where Akemi Miyano was staying, a white Mazda RX-7 was parked on the side of the road, quietly waiting for an opportunity.

Rei Furuya felt he was in a state of unprecedented calm.

Anyone with eyes can see that this "trial of Akemi Miyano" is itself a huge, open conspiracy.

The organization used Akemi Miyano as bait to demarcate the hunting grounds, attempting to encircle and ambush reinforcements.

Faced with this situation, the best strategy is to lure Akemi Miyano away voluntarily.

However, with Miyano Akemi's sister Sherry as a check, she will certainly not be willing to resist before the mission is completed, and may even betray those who offered help in order to increase the persuasiveness of the negotiations.

Therefore, whether or not to rescue Akemi Miyano is more like a weighing of pros and cons.

Any force that wants to intercept her must proactively extend its reach into the organization's encirclement. Only when the benefits far outweigh the losses will Miyano Akemi be worth taking action.

Similarly, if Rei Furuya wants to rescue Akemi Miyano, he will inevitably expose his undercover identity.

He is the only surviving police officer among the Japanese Public Security Bureau's infiltrators within the organization who has successfully infiltrated it.

He and Jingguang were not the first batch of undercover agents, nor will they be the last. In order to bring down this criminal organization headquartered in Japan, wave after wave of young people with blood flowing through their veins have sacrificed their lives to pave a path to the depths of hell for their successors.

His undercover path was forged on the backs of countless lives, both red and black. To protect himself and his family, Morofushi Hiromitsu shot himself, and his former colleagues from the police academy also perished one by one. He was almost the only one left who had witnessed those youthful days and memories.

Even he, on the night he learned of the assessment content, pondered deeply: Was it worth exposing his identity for Miyano Akemi, whose value was unclear?

The answer is, of course it's worth it.

"Sure enough, being immersed in this darkness almost made my heart weaken."

Rei Furuya looked at his cold and gloomy expression in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but smile bitterly. If he continued to stay there, he was afraid that one day he would be assimilated by this atmosphere.

"What's on your mind that's making you laugh so happily, Bourbon?"

A clear, cheerful, and familiar voice that almost brought tears to his eyes came from outside the car window. For a moment, Furuya Reiichi thought he was hallucinating because he had stayed up too late.

But when Rei Furuya looked up and followed the sound, he saw a face he would never forget until his death, a face he would never let be tarnished for even a moment!

Seeing his best friend's shocked and angry expression, Kurokawa Kagemitsu swallowed the bitterness in his throat and smiled as he switched back to Sugrid's voice: "It's me, Sugrid. Is this the first time I've spoken to you with this face?"

"...An undercover police officer."

Unable to control his tone and expression, Rei Furuya just wanted to immediately use the pistol at his waist to blow the head off this bastard who had desecrated the dead!

Fortunately, his years of undercover work had numbed his senses and prevented him from acting impulsively.

Sensing the murderous aura emanating from his close friend, which was now blazing down on Gin, Kurokawa shrank back and said, "Calm down first. Listen to me. That gentleman plans to reorganize the whisky series, and we'll be partners from now on."

Bourbon, his face dark with anger, laughed out loud: "What's wrong with your face?"

"This is what I wanted to tell you. I am a clone developed by the organization based on that Scotch whisky. Starting today, I will be an undercover agent sent by the organization into the Public Security Bureau to take over and investigate his real identity."